Lady Gaga as architectural cipher includes comparisons to works by Zaha Hadid, Marcel Wanders and as above, Buckminister Fuller.

Not quite the same as the whole Dangermouse thing, but a great blank side to an awesome Dead Kennedy’s album, err cassette, In God We Trust, Inc.

Boffin is last.fm radio for your local music. You aim it at your music collection and it crunches for a bit. While it eats up your music you get a wonderful view of it all, with filename scrolling at warp speed in the background and album covers moving right to left.

This is the nicest possible progress bar an app could have.

When it’s done you get a tag cloud and you can pick the different genres you want to listen to.

Kompakt Records has a nice online mp3 store at Kompakt-mp3 and the little preview widget has some really nice behaviors that take the standard 30 second preview a little further and works quite a lot better. The track is divided into sections, seemingly by hand, and you can preview each of them as well as listen to a random section of the track by clicking the play button. The added benfits here allow you to listen to something other than the first 30 seconds, which very often is not representative of the whole track and you can listen to the whole most of the track, in 30 second chunks of course.

last week I received my muxtape-to-tape from russelldavies. I still haven’t listened to the tape (I cheated and listened to crusty.muxtape.com

Many thanks to Russell for this little gem of internet physicality.

At the recommendation of a friend, who questioned the very idea that someone would plug their headphones in to a sign, I did just that. The experience was, as you might guess, pretty stupid. This particular sign was in the 42nd street A/C/E Station, where I stood about a foot away from the ad to which I was tethered and listened to a few moments of John Legend. I can’t even say I remember much of the music though I am pretty sure I hated it, but to be fair the experience wasn’t helping. When I pushed my unprotected headphone plug into this skanky 42nd Street subway sign the music was already playing, I had arrived mid song. Maybe I should have waited until the song (or songs?!) looped but the draw of standing uncomfortably close to a sign, listening to new music and thinking that this was supposed to sell me a compact disc was less than strong. I unplugged from the high-tech billboard, thinking of the marketing people convincing themselves that this idea was totally awesome.