Hot Bitch Arsenal

i've always liked not only the music tagged as 'trip-hop', but the actual name 'trip-hop' as well. but when i id our music as 'trip-hop', or 'acid jazz', people generally just nod politely.

in response, the mad, _mad_ scientists in the hba testing labs have (while using their own genetic material) concocted this brand new, never before heard, genre-defining-genre-name, 'sultronica'.

[not 'sLutronica' (see peaches for that], but 'suLTronica', ie: soul music plus electronica == sultronica (on bad days we may offer 'sulktronica' instead).

obviously the very existence of this exciting new genre will necessitate that you spend your entire thanksgiving weekend re-classifying all of your portishead, sneaker pimps, morcheeba, lamb, tricky, massive attack, beth orton and bjork. i'm quite sure that you'll thank us for that later.

songs from the first 3 weeks of being hot bitch arsenal.

video:
rhythm (windows media)
rhythm (quicktime)
persimmon (windows media)
persimmon (quicktime)
lines blur (windows media)
6 underground (windows media)
6 underground (quicktime)
all along the chill tower (windows media)
all along the chill tower (quicktime)
cantiloop (windows media)
groove is in the heart/use me/back back back (windows media)
shivershake (windows media)

audio:
persimmon (mp3)
rhythm/smooth operator/tom's diner/criminal (mp3)
lines blur (mp3)
all along the chill tower (mp3)
shivershake (mp3)
6 underground (mp3)

our policy on audio/video - download freely, listen as desired, share with your friends.

happy day of turkey (day of to-furkey, for our vegan friends).

Posted by kim galibert at 03:03 AM | Permalink | Comments (3) | TrackBacks (0)

doug smith joined us saturday night, graced by his kurzweil, and helped us make this (mp3 audio). a gentlemen's gentleman, a musician's musician, and, for that matter, a gentlemen's musician, that is doug. look for contact info in the comments .

this [certified chillworthy] jam starts with an original called 'rhythm', then proceeds to mash up/rip thru 'smooth operator', 'tom's diner' and 'criminal'. lots of live looping and vocals colliding with each other.

'rhythm'
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take time to take time
to turn round and
drop it drop it

phat beats like a cold heat
and you can't stop or block it block it
seeps in from your head to your toe
and god knows i love it
i hear it from the tunnels below
i hear it from the people above it

rhythm of a radical invasion of a patience that's unfounded in the world of a fast pace
rhythm of a radical invasion of a patience that's unfounded in the world of a fast pace
rhythm of a radical invasion of a patience that's unfounded in the world of a fast pace
that trades its soul for new wheels and a nice place

so take time to take time
to sit back and see it, see it
these dark days, the black haze, and you won't believe it
but my eyes have seen and my ears have heard
and every word was a lie
your ancestors, your grandfathers
and your mother's lullaby

rhythm of a radical invasion of a patience that's unfounded in the world of a fast pace
rhythm of a radical invasion of a patience that's unfounded in the world of a fast pace
rhythm of a radical invasion of a patience that's unfounded in the world of a fast pace
that trades its soul for new wheels and a nice place

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kim made me some business cards, and that made me feel pretty awesome. i tried making myself business cards many moons ago. i had a cracked out printer, so they'd all print out lopsided. my name was "istina abbo" for awhile. i have days where i feel like i do everything right, and days when i feel like everything i touch turns to mush. the anti-midas effect? i don't know what you would call that.

kim's business cards look a lot better than mine did. kim's savvy like that. savvy is a pretty neat word, isn't it? savvy. just look at it. savvy.

this thanksgiving, i would have to say i am thankful that kim and i are making music and having a great time doing it. we hope people start responding to this blog, otherwise i'll have to start naming all my arm hairs for fun. no one wants that.

enjoy the holiday.
christina

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tonight we are pleased to offer cantiloop (windows video), tasty, tart, sweet. notice, if you please, the sense of peace that descends upon the lovely christina's visage as she acquires the target. (in addition, she is wearing a "party" sticker on her hand)

and we've got ali chambliss (the formidable) as our guest backup vocalist on lines blur (audio), our brand spankin' new ode to identity theft.

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i made this when i got home tonight. i now have so much "movie" music that i am going to have to make one. leave a comment if you want to be in it.

this song will play while the heroine is letting the evil dude think that she's having too much to drink, causing him to drink too much, allowing her access to his blackberry, upon which she installs a rootkit which she'll use later to foil his sinister* plot.

* (left-handed)

(another 'heal technology with your mind' movie scene that comes to mind is in 'mallrats', with the vcr, silent bob, and the force)

(and now i'm remembering 'les triplettes de belleville': under the bridge, after the ocean journey, with the bicycle wheel, and then the triplets). (not that that has anything to do with healing technology with your mind).

Posted by kim galibert at 10:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBacks (0)

it's true. i battle with these two versions of myself constantly. part of me wants to slap on some go-go boots and dance like it was 2099 (by the time 2099 hits, we'll probably have 4 fingers, just finished up world war 5 (we lost), and reeses peanut butter cups will come in capsule form>. the drugs of choice will be jars of grease and we'll smoke up saturated fats. they'll be like "yo, man, can u pass the globules?")

what?

oh yes, back to my old lady syndrome. so part of me is like "party lady" and the other part of me wants to swear wool sweaters in june, go to bed @ 8:30, drive below the speed limit, and make sure my bowel movements are regular. what happens when these two parts of me combine? well, all i can say is that they somehow coexist. i'll be listening to gangsta rap full blast on my car radio, while driving 50 m.p.h. in the slow lane, hunched over the steering wheel, squinting. i can wear semi-fashionable outfits, but underneath lies a world of cotton underwear and mangled bras. i've also been know to hike up my "stockings" to just under my breastbone. i worry about what's in tap water.

i wonder if anyone else out there deals daily with the coexistence of their paralell selves. anyone? anyone? i'd feel a lot better and not have the urge to hit "backspace, delete" if this proves to be true.

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here is an early audio mix of shivershake.

christina prefers this one.

Posted by kim galibert at 03:25 PM | Permalink | TrackBacks (0)

this (video, windows media) is tonight's contribution.

lyrics:
shiver and shake
shake and shiver
slowly break
slowly come into your senses

there is some space
between sleep and awake
where the ?????
ends in tenses

cause hell is like a handshake
hell is like a handshake

letting it go and i know what i know
never estimate the outcome
taking it in like a breath overdue
i had you but only barely

cause
hell is like a handshake
hell is like a handshake

it's rainin' through your fingers
it's rainin' through your fingers

chord progression vaguely ripped off from chuck prophet's fine, fine song "pin a rose on me". (link to free download)

in chinatown today i noticed this and shot it for you:

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this is the song.

this is christina's persimmon rant:

We'll name her something funky like Persimmon, and call her Persie for short. i will devote entire emails about her. I'll write to you and be like "You won't believe who Persie and I saw today! We were coming out of StarFucks with our latte ya ya soy ga gappucinos...and none other than Doogie Howser walks in! I kid you not! And Persie goes "Hey Doogie, your name rhymes with Spoogie." And Doogie's like "Doogie Howser isn't even my real name. I don't even have an acting career anymore." And Persie stares at him for like 5 minutes and says "but doogie still rhymes with spoogie."

and this is the (windows media) video. quicktime here.

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