Lana Del Rey premieres “West Coast” audio, preps world for sophomore full-length


Mixtapes and Monuments


Today, world-renowned chamber pop siren Lana Del Rey debuted the smoky first taste of her second full-length Ultraviolence, titled “West Coast.” Taking a turn from the soaring orchestrations that saturated her debut Born To Die, the track vibes off of slurred half-hooks and equally hazy alt-rock instrumentation (courtesy of  Black Keys’ Dan Aurebach). But even with the shift, the record still sounds undeniably Lana Del Rey; the chorus is awash with swooning proclamations of her uninhibited adoration for her bad-boy beau.

Is “West Coast” a radio-friendly shift for Lana? Absolutely not. Is it indicative of the overall sound and atmosphere of Ultraviolence? It certainly could be.

Either way:

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Icona Wanna Do This All Night



It was about a year ago that we were graced with the number 1 party song in the history of the world (perhaps an exaggeration), “I Love It”. You know, that song that everyone knows, but no one can tell you who sings it…

Well, it’s Icona Pop; and in all their majestic glory they’ve decided to give our unworthy souls yet another hair-in-the-wind-we-don’t-give-a-fuck-party-it-up pop song. If you’ve gotten a chance to listen to their EP Iconic, you’ll have noticed that none of those songs have really matched up to the level of “I Love It”. But their new single “All Night” blows them all out of the water. I can’t say it surpasses “I Love It”, but it sure as hell is one to add to the long list of breathtaking summer pop songs that have been released thus far. After the third listen, you’ll find yourself shaking that booty around your room, singing along at the top of your lungs, and wishing there was a signature dance to accompany this song – or maybe that’s just me.

Either way, listen below and get hooked; because I’M DOING THIS ALL NIGHT.


P.S.- I was scratching my head on how to insert the soundcloud player into this post. But when I went on the soundcloud website I found out they have a specific WordPress code, and I got super-freaking-pumped! Ahh, the little things in life 🙂

Horcruxes Aren’t The Enemy


Well, if you haven’t already guessed it this post is about race/ethnicity and all the fun things that come along with it! But before I continue I’d like to point out that I’m not some extreme activist that considers myself mistreated in the world. I don’t join Hispanic leadership organizations, or multicultural events. For more insight on this, check out my post about Kate Hunt: Kate Hunt’s Deal and the Rest of the World.

Now that that’s clear, let’s move on. This post isn’t about the injustice in the world, it’s about the shit that people do that pisses me off. Practically my entire life, I’ve always been asked the question, “What are you?” I generally respond with, “Human,” only to receive blank stares in return. So there’s no confusion, I will explain. I am 100% Dominican. Both my parents were born in the Dominican Republic, and moved here to the U.S. when they were young, attending school here for a big part of their childhood. My parents both met in NYC, not the Dominican Republic. As for me, I was born in Boston, MA.

But most people don’t ever guess that, not that they are to blame. The comment that I get all the time, and hate the most is: “You’re black right?” Or, “Wait, you’re not black?” Or, “Oh, everyone thinks you’re black.” Or (when speaking to someone else about me), “Oh, you mean that black kid?” So that’s been my life for the past 22 years, and at this point I’ve gotten so used to it, I usually just laugh along and ignore it; but there are times where behind my smile lies a rage big enough to rip someone’s throat out.

I know what you’re thinking so let me stop you right there and explain. I am well aware that being Hispanic is not a race, and that Hispanic individuals are generally made up of multiple races (most commonly white, black, and Native American); but let’s get something clear. When someone asks me if I’m black, what they’re really asking is if I’m African American…which I’m not. It’s not like by saying, “You’re black right?” they are actually saying, “I know you’re a Hispanic male, with a mix of multiple races that may or may not include black.” The thing is that it’s actually pretty obvious that I am a Hispanic male (and if my appearance isn’t a giveaway, my last name sure as hell is), but if you’ve lived in a predominately white neighborhood you’re entire life in which everyone’s skin is the same shade as you then I suppose I can see why everyone with a darker skin tone may seem black. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with being African American, it’s just not what I am. In fact, I’ve gotten many other confusions too such as Puerto Rican, Mexican, or Brazilian; but African American is generally the most common one.

What I think just pisses me off the most about this is that everyone seems to think it’s some kind of joke. Everyone always laughs at my expense. And I’ll hear things like, “You’re friends with a black guy?” Or, “Oh, I didn’t know you had a black friend.” Even if I was black, WHY THE FUCK DOES IT MATTER? Why do you find it so hilarious that you’re friends with a black a guy, or a Hispanic guy, or pretty much someone that doesn’t look like you? I’ve never brought a friend home, and had my parents say, “Oh, your friend is white!”…or Asian, or black, or Jewish. Why is it that society has to brand me so? If I tell you I’m Dominican, does that really tell you who I am? No. So, why can’t I just be me…why do I have to be the ‘black’ friend?

Oh, but it gets worse. I grew up living in a city my whole life, and with cities always comes a plethora of stupid, ignorant, uneducated, and ghetto people. There is nothing I hate more in this world than stupid, ignorant, uneducated, and ghetto people. So when I left from Philly to State College to go to school 4 years ago, I told myself that one day I would no longer have to surround myself with those people. But everyone once in a while I’ll encounter those type of people again who also happen to be either black or Hispanic, and what I get when I meet and talk to them is, “Boy you ain’t Hispanic, you white. You white as they come.” FOR FUCKS SAKE PEOPLE, CAN I EVER WIN…SERIOUSLY. As if it was bad enough I have white people calling me black because of the way I look, but now I have ignorant black and Hispanic people calling me white because of the way I talk, because of the way I act, because I’m educated, because of what I like. It’s like I’m stuck in this sort of limbo that is my life, in which there really is no hope for me anymore. Are there any good people left in the world, because it seems like I have yet to meet them.

The sad part is that even after reading this people just won’t understand. They’ll look at me as some over dramatic ethnic fuck who just wants to bitch about the injustices of the world. No, I just want to not think anymore that every time I meet a new person they’re giggling in their head because they just made a black friend, or judging me because I act too white. Because every time you laugh, or every time you judge it rips another piece of my soul. One day there will be nothing left, and I’ll come back and haunt you like Voldemort; only this time you’ll have ripped it so many times, you’ll never be able to find all the horcruxes.

Sorry to disappoint, but this is me and I’m not going anywhere.


Not Ramblin’ Man, But Ranting Man


I was in a particularly cheerful mood yesterday; but like all good things, it came to an end rather quickly later that evening. The reason? Who knows. But that’s the way the cookie crumbles (I actually have no idea if I used that right :/)

So yesterday I came to the realization that I’m a miserable fuck. Yes, I said it, a MISERABLE FUCK. I mean, all I do is complain about my life on Twitter, WordPress, and to my friends. Probably my co-workers too, who knows. But that’s all anyone really sees, is just how miserable I am ALL THE TIME. The simple things in life piss me off, like when I fuck up my coffee in the morning, or when I have 1846352 close-call accidents on the road because people are bad drivers, or when I make 468521 incorrect measurements at work and have to do them all over again, or when the supermarket decides to no longer sell grape tomatoes (seriously, who does that?).

Now that we’ve got that clear, let’s set a couple things straight. First and foremost, no I am not a miserable person all of the time. I don’t fucking walk into work every morning and flip everyone I come in contact with. I don’t actually throw things against a wall whenever I get a chance. I’m not that lonely fuck that sits in the corner at parties hating his life.

In fact, I’m actually a generally happy person (surprising, I know!). I try to make the best of awkward situations when I’m put in them. I try to be as productive as I can and get along rather nicely with most of my co-workers. I’m a hilarious guy, and in the right situations I can turn a dull moment into a fun one.

That is my facade. And if you deny that you have a facade, you’re lying to yourself. Because no one is 100% happy all the time. Me…I embrace my miserable side more because it’s what keeps me going. And I use things such WordPress and Twitter as my outlets. When you have that moment where all you want to do is rage at a situation, instead of seeming like a miserable fuck in front of everyone, I’ll post something on here or post something on there. So you the reader (LOL, what reader), only really every gets to see the miserable part of me because that’s what thing was intended to do (as well as my Twitter); to serve as a means of letting out my frustrations with the world, since half the time my life is just one big joke.

If you’re a friend that also gets to see my miserable side of me, you should consider that a compliment; meaning that I consider you a good enough friend to help me through the simple struggles of everyday life. I don’t need you to tell me how miserable I am, because I am well fucking aware! And I’ll say this only once to all of you: If you can’t deal with it then get the fuck out. Because I’ll continue to be the miserable fuck I want to be on my outlets, and continue to be the happy individual I am everywhere else.

Now take the amount of times I said the word ‘fuck’ in this post, and multiply it by the speed of light in a vacuum and that’s how much I’ve been raging the past 24 hours.


Why Do You Rub Me Up The Wrong Way?


And in a completely nonsexual type of way, I will leave this right here:

What can I say about this? Well, it sure was no “Try”; but beating that video is nearly impossible at this point. I must say though, my favorite part was Lily Allen…or Lily Rose Copper; whatever the hell she’s going by these days. Makes you wonder when she will start recording again. The music world misses you Lily!

Living Without You Is Like TV In Black & White


Once again, Lana Del Rey proves that she can do no wrong. Two days ago an unreleased track called “TV in Black and White” leaked on the internet, and it’s everything Lana and more. Check it out here:

Luckily I was able to snag an mp3 of this song before it was removed from the easily accessible corners of the internet, so I can listen to it ALL THE TIME…which is exactly what I have been doing the past 48 hours. There’s always that one person that you just don’t feel complete without, and that’s what this song reminds me of (not like I need much reminding…).

It’s really a shame that it took me so long to realize the genius that is Lana Del Rey. Last summer I was introduced to her by her song “National Anthem”, which was one of the greatest music finds of last summer (trust me, there were many). However, other than that her other songs didn’t really appeal much too me. I guess you can say I hopped on the Lana bandwagon with everyone else after she released her song “Young & Beautiful” off the Great Gatsby soundtrack. It was then that I decided to give her music a second look, and it was certainly a great decision. Kristen Wiig’s impersonation of Lana on SNL described her perfectly when she said she was “…stiff, distant, and weird,” and that’s what I thought of her when I first listened to “Video Games”. But once you indulge yourself into the rest of the Born to Die album, you realize just how perfect her weirdness is, and how it’s complimented by pure genius.

So maybe it took me a about a year to finally fall into the arms of Lana Del Rey, but it’s something I will never regret. Her music almost defines my life, and when you listen to her songs it’s as if she’s singing directly to you.

I will say this again; Lana Del Rey can do no wrong. Indulge my friends.

Fiction is funnier


HAHAHAHAHA! I think this provided me with my dose of laughter for the next couple weeks, LOL

An encounter this morning with a cashier at the grocery store left me wondering what planet I’m living on. This is how it went:

Her: Hello, how are you?

Me: Fine thanks.

Her: (looking at my t-shirt) What’s that, ‘Ty Chy’?

Me: (realising I’m wearing my Tai Chi practice shirt) Oh! It’s Tai Chi.

Her: What’s that, some kind of food?

Me: (not wanting to confuse her with science) No, it’s an exercise.

Her: (blank stare)

Me: Sort of like yoga.

Her: OH! Yoda! That’s that meditation stuff, right?

Me: (not wanting to get into it) Yeah.

Her: That’s when they tell you if you concentrate enough you can move this way and put that there and Avada Kedavra, you’re flat on your face.

Me: Right.

I wonder if I could have got away with paying for my groceries with Gringotts gold…

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It’s Harder Than You Think Telling Dreams From One Another


This past weekend I went back to State College for a few days, just to relive the glory days with a few friends. Boy was that worth it. It was hands down the best weekend I’ve had all summer. So I guess you can say I was pretty happy when I came to CT Sunday night. In fact, I had every intention to get home today from work and write a post to tell you all how things are finally starting to get better for me here. Then today happened…

I haven’t been on here much over the past couple of weeks because work has finally kept me a little busier than when I started. Things weren’t actually too bad. I would have my deeds at work, then come home and relax. But as I started to get busier and busier, I began noticing how much more bored I got. I think the bad thing about it is that before I had a reason to be bored, because I didn’t have anything to do but stare at a computer screen; but now I just find myself bored of the work that I’m actually given to do. It’s sad really, and I don’t know why; but everything just seems so uninteresting now. Part of me thinks that it is because I had such a shitty first couple of weeks, that it’s just left such a bad taste in my mouth with this internship and I’m beyond the ability to find comfort in anything anymore. Who knows; but one thing that I’m absolutely sure about is that I can’t wait for this summer to be over. It’s the longest summer of my life, and I’m slowly counting down the days.

So today started out with a lack of coffee due to my stomach being really sensitive to aches the past couple of days. I have a really horrible stomach, and this happens every so often. It’s pretty much when my stomach feels like saying, “Oh, you wanted to have a good day today? LAWL JOKES!” Anyways, I’m at work at 6:30 am with no coffee, and cranky as hell. To make a long story short, the rest of my day was pretty much a plethora of really awkward, sad, and confusing situations that just made me dislike being there even more. The orange I ate for lunch ended up squirting in both of my eyes, and I spilled water on my crotch that made me look like I pissed my pants in front of all my coworkers…twice. It seems like most things that happen to me are generally my own stupid fault, but that is one of the unfortunate burdens of being me, I suppose. It’s at that point where things no longer amaze me, and quite often I find myself saying, “Why am I not surprised…”

In addition to that, ever since I got back from State College Sunday night, I’ve been having these weird dreams, without going into too much unnecessary information. Dreams that seem to tell me that I’m meant to do something. That ka has planned this out for me, and that I should act. But I can’t seem to bring myself to do so. Honestly, I think I’m just being stupid; but eventually I’ll have to figure things out.

To make matters worse, I’ve been dealing with some roommate issues lately as well. Today during my nap I had a dream that he moved out of our apartment and left me paying the full rent by myself; essentially screwing me over. It has got me thinking if I put trust in the wrong person. With my life, I wouldn’t even be surprised, hah.

So on that note, I leave you with this:

Battle of the Disney Pop Princesses


Like I said before, June 3rd is a big day; and it sure has been a big day for the Disney pop princesses: Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez, and Demi Lovato. Let’s flashback a couple weeks, when Miley Cyrus took the stage at the 2013 Billboard Music Awards for the sole purpose of announcing her latest single ‘We Can’t Stop’. She walked up there and owned that crowd with her new BAMF look, over confidence, and snarky attitude towards Justin Bieber. It was the perfect amount of sass to come from a Disney star looking to transition into the adult career that she so desperately desires.

With big talk, you need to have the goods to back it up; and that’s what June 3rd was all about. It was much anticipated by Miley fans all around the world as she dropped her new single, ‘We Can’t Stop’, from her upcoming album. Check it out on her Vevo here:

I can’t say that it’s what I had expected  from Miley’s first single in this transition in her career. She’s spent months changing her appearance to a more exotic pop singer that reminds us slightly of P!nk, and weeks hyping up her new single to millions of fans on the Billboard Music Awards and social media. Although I said it’s not necessarily what I had expected, I must say that I am pleased how it’s turned out. It wasn’t one of those instantly-fall-in-love songs, but those are a rarity anyways. Nonetheless, after a few playbacks on repeat I was at that “hooked” stage. Miley’s ‘We Can’t Stop’ is a concoction of ‘Party in the USA’ with the elements of ‘Can’t Be Tamed’ in a manner that goes beyond her typical PG and PG-13 persona. It wasn’t the over-the-top, ratchet release that I was hoping would put here over the ledge; but it’s absolutely the step in the right direction.

Only a few hours after it’s release, ‘We Can’t Stop’ hit #1 on the iTunes charts; ahead of both ‘Heart Attack’ and ‘Come & Get It’, as well Daft Punk’s phenomenal ‘Get Lucky’. So far, it’s been a pretty good day for the young pop princess Miley, and a lot is due to her clever tactics. Let’s evaluate: Miley hyped up this single for weeks on social media, and events like the Billboard Music Awards. On the day of the release, the song was practically available instantly after the radio premiere on both Vevo and iTunes. Pop stars, take notes…that is how you release a single. It allowed for Miley fans to spam those available media all over the internet, and is probably one of the main reason why the song has been so successful on it’s first day. But how long will that success last for Miley? Who knows; but she better have something spectacular planned for her upcoming album to knock it out the park. As much as I love ‘We Can’t Stop’, if that song defines the album I will be rather disappointed. So maybe it wasn’t the best lead single to come from the young star, but it sure as hell makes the perfect summer song. Perhaps that’s what she was going for…

So where does that leave our two other young stars? Well, on the same day that Miley’s ‘We Can’t Stop’ surpassed ‘Come & Get It’ on the iTunes charts, Selena released the audio for her upcoming single ‘Slow Down’ on her Vevo.

Coincidence?…I think not. Selena was the last on my list of the Disney stars, because I will never understand how such a mediocre song like ‘Come & Get It’ has become her biggest hit to date. But the Cataracs’ production of ‘Slow Down’ has the potential of pushing her up to that top spot in anticipation of her upcoming album. And I must say, I love her rendition of “ITTTTTT’S THE CATARACS” that was practically owned not too long ago by the biggest flop in the pop industry in the last decade, Dev. Could Selena be the new Dev? She seems to be going in that direction of electronic dance and dubstep that is the Cataracs, while Miley heads more to the hip-hop side of pop.

So where does that leave the beautiful Demi? Demi’s album is absolutely phenomenal, but unfortunately there’s nothing to compare it to yet since both Miley and Selena haven’t released their albums yet. However, what I can say is that Demi’s album has so much potential. She’s announced her second single from her latest album to be ‘Made in the USA’, which happens to be my least favorite song on the album. But after some deliberation with a friend of mine, I’ve come to the conclusion that ‘Made in the USA’ is another perfect summer song, and thus a wise move for her to release it. Although I had really hoped ‘Really Don’t Care’ would be her next single, trying to top ‘Heart Attack’ could potentially be a disaster in itself. If Demi wants a chance to fight for the top, she’ll have choose carefully the order in which she releases her next few singles after ‘Made in the USA’. And I better get ‘Really Don’t Care’ as a single eventually, or so help me God…

So there you have it, the three Disney pop princesses fighting their way to the top. It’s going to be an interesting battle, considering that all three of them have done extremely well for themselves as of lately; but in the end only one of them can come out on top. Who will it be?

The 3 Weeks Rule and the Fate of a Jelly Spotter


June 3rd is a big day. It marks 3 weeks since I’ve made the big move up here. It’s also the day my roommate finally moves in. I’ll probably end up pulling one of these:

But in all seriousness, I have this theory called ‘the three weeks rule’. Pretty much, the end of the third week in a new situation defines how the rest of the time in that situation will be. I know some of you may think of this as silly, but it’s worked for me time and time again. So here we are at the end of the third week, and I can’t really say that much has changed. I’m still the same miserable mess I was when I moved here 3 weeks ago. This state still sucks, this community is still a ratchet wasteland, and work is still another mess entirely. I feel so cut off from everyone here, like I’m in an entirely different world. I want so desperately for things to change, but I feel like every time I find a sliver of hope, it slips away.

I find myself recently thinking about the past. Thinking about the people I want to be with. Thinking about where my future life is going. Everything seems so unclear now. And as I dive further into my past, I start realizing all the mistakes I’ve made. The things that I could have done differently. I guess my life hasn’t been spot on to what I wish it was. Do you ever just want to go back and change how you lived your life? I know I’m still young, and I have my whole life ahead of me; but how many mistakes can you make before you’re lost forever? How many wrong paths can you take before you lose your way back? How many people can you hurt and push away before you have no one left? I guess I’ve never admitted this to anyone before, but I don’t really like who I am. I have this idea in my head of who I want to be – or I guess, wish I could be. But I can’t just change things about myself that have been a part of me for as long as I can remember. Who was it that said the rabbit hole leads to Wonderland, because all I’ve found is an empty abyss. All decisions come with a price; and there will be a time when those ghosts will come back to haunt me. The question is, will I be able to face them? I guess if I really think about it, I don’t have a choice.

Tomorrow starts my post 3 week period. Here’s to hoping that my theory is wrong; because let’s be honest, life really isn’t what you make it. I hope my roommate doesn’t think I’m weird. I’ll have to put on a different facade tomorrow, and hope that he doesn’t find this blog, hah.