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Floating freely in the water.

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Beat Connection – In The Water

This is fun. This is fun. This is fun. This is fun like lunch breaks on school excursions; sitting on the grass outside of the art gallery, kidding around and taking in the real-world sun. It’s so different from the courtyard sun.

This is calm. This is calm. This is calm. This is calm like standing under a spitting shower-head, steam rising from your pores, in the early hours of the morning and knowing the world around you is sleeping while you cleanse.

This is new. This is new. This is new like an unwrapped present offered by a stranger on the cusp of your birthday, handed over with a smile and a sureness that whatever it is, you’ll like it that little bit more.

[Beat Connection’s Surf Noir EP drops today. It’s July 6th.]

Posted on July 6, 2010 - Tunes - 2 Comments » Share

All I can do is keep on playing…

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Seasick Steve – Man From Another Time

This man, I did not know him. Beyond my years, beyond my compass of awareness and intellect. His company I was never in, but he was once a boy, too, once unsure, once unaware – forever questioning. I was in my late teenage years when I first found him. I thought his views were rather pathetic, rather sad. (“I used to think they were so boring, now I have arrived at last.”) What a way to spoil the sureness of time beyond [our] time, but I persevered for his voice spoke with assurance and commitment. It seeped. Too much time with him and we’d weep. I grew with his voice. Every word forced thought or judgement or shape and then a reshape. My world evolving with his hand [I assure you of no intended pun]. He now wanders through moments which will test his abounding courage. He won’t fall to bended knee, although should he, such a moment will be his to be had – a moment suited to just the lead character of the scene; not a moment for our rewrite or direction. Grasp it. Squeeze it. Start an argument with that which grows within and you’ll bounce in celebration and campaign again, my [unaware] friend.

[Steve, I salute you. Christopher, be well. ]

Posted on July 5, 2010 - Tunes - No Comments » Share

Delightful little boy lost in rain

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Farm World – Early Riser

At first I thought this song was all ethereal fluff like cotton candy and pixie dust and faeries, so I wrote a cute little story about a boy floating through pink edible clouds, but as I kept listening I realized there’s something else at the heart of it.

Somewhere, holding it all together, is a resonate harmony, like a neon laser through the mist or maybe that completely satisfied exhale  when you peel off your socks and plop down on your couch and take that first swig of whiskey after a long sweaty day.

[Buy The Mud Story if you support God’s decision to invent both cotton candy and whiskey.]

Posted on July 4, 2010 - Tunes - 1 Comment » Share

Oh-Ah-Oh-Oh (!) Oh-Ah-OhOhOh (!!!)

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Tame Impala – Alter Ego

The Alter-Ego: graceful, empathises easily, turns the other cheek and shows compassion at all the unlikely times. Wears her heart on her sleeve, keeps her words in her throat, and (compulsively) cleans her fingernails every day. Jeans well-fit, tees well-kept, and her health and well-being is of great concern. She doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, doesn’t toy with casual sex, and doesn’t need an excuse to think twice, three, or four times about anything at all. Even breakfast. She is loved, respected, and relied on by others. [Innerspeaker.]

Bjork, Dirty Projectors – When The World Comes To An End

Björk with a Dirty Projector excites me. The Orca swims again in the over-stained photos coming through on the wall; the backdrop to the shoulder-shaking tunes on play. The oh-ah-oh-oh harmonising. The garbled Longstreth, voice shaking in a glass while Tyrannosaurus Rex approaches, pushing through the light. I would have loooooooved you, for a long time. For a long time. [Mount Wittenberg Orca; choose to donate $7, $25, $50, or $100 to the National Geographic Society Oceans Project.]

Posted on July 3, 2010 - Tunes - 4 Comments » Share

[Together through life]

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Bob Dylan – I’ll Be Staying Here With You

Bob Dylan, Thomond Park Stadium, Limerick City, July 4th.

Moments to search for:

Crowding into a car, making your case for which disc should spin, which window should lower for fresh air – the one furthest from you.

An Uncle who has warned us that a “torn jeans” and “white bandanna” combination is ironed and set to be put on display.

You know your ticket is legit, but that skip of a heart beat as it’s scanned.

The crowd tightening.

Open air venue with a ceiling trickle of rain, but the weather forecast is never wrong when negative.

To be reminded further that an aged voice outweighs one of youth.

His back catalogue: songs aplenty, but sing-along’s a rarity.

Itching and yearning for the first roar of harmonica splash.

To be witness to songs that most certainly will be played one day on neighbouring planets.

That charge of hope that at any moment the opening sounds of Queen Jane Approximately will choke the air.

Tightened gut at the realisation that no such moment will he had, no such song will be sung.

Straining one’s eyes for any level of humanity in that black clothed man: a smile, a small jig… maybe even a kick of cowboy heels.

The ride home.

The retelling of those moments that made the time special [for you].

Post concert blues.

Look at that view.

[Look at that Skyline!]

Posted on July 2, 2010 - Tunes - 4 Comments » Share

Itinerary

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Phoenix – Girlfriend

Itinerary: Flight SA 203 from Johannesburg to New York. Duration: 18 hours.

Buckle seatbelt.
Fidget.
Order Jack and Coke.
Drink Jack and Coke.
Take off.
Order another.
Rub fingers into temple.
Recline seat.
Look out window.
Order wine.
Drink wine.
Nap off buzz.
Watch Marley & Me.
Sob.
Order wine.
Spill wine.
Wonder if anyone could possibly love you, considering you can’t even love yourself.
Order Jack and Coke.
Watch 27 Dresses.
Consider if misrepresentation of romance in media is intentional or a byproduct of movies’ accepted narrative form.
Drink Jack and Coke.
Listen to Phoenix.
Wake up with one earbud out and drool in beard.
Order wine.
Drink wine.
Listen to Phoenix.
Land.
Unbuckle seatbelt.
Call ride. “Flight was alright.”
Stretch.

[Buy Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix.]

Posted on July 1, 2010 - Tunes - 7 Comments » Share

So sad, so sad, so sad.

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Francois Peglau – One Minute To Midnight Dream (So Sad)

OK, sure, I know: life sucks. I get it. It’s hard, it’s demanding – so many expectations – and you never seem to get what you want. So when you do, it’s like goddam, I got it, and it’s not that great. Hey, what’s that over there! And the money you keep crumpled in your pocket will mean nothing next week and the people look expressionless in their metropolitan hordes and fidelity is tough (so much to consider) and all the while people are shoving pamphlets in your face saying believe this! No, believe that! Wait, free muffins? I’ll believe you! And yeah, it’ll depress you and deject you and push you down, but then you hear a ditty like Peglau’s One Minute To Midnight Dream and it isn’t to your taste on first listen but then second third and fourth are kind of catchy and the banshees wailing sad, so sad, so sad, so sad! are all you think of but you don’t feel sad, you feel kind of happy and like you want to run for your life but not run away from your life for your life but run for it! RUN! I want to run for life! I want to run a marathon to support life and everything it offers and takes away and I’ll pay five crumpled dollars a mile and I’ll run ’til my thighs start fidgeting with my bones and shaking and my sphincter’s relaxing in an altogether alarming way but I’ll keep running running running ’cause I want to live goddamn it.

[Watch the video here.]

Posted on June 30, 2010 - Tunes - 11 Comments » Share

The man of a million faces

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Stephen Meritt – The Man Of A Million Faces

It feels too alike, it feels circular.
I once got a nine on Countdown: Peninsula.

The making of…

[Purchase this delicious treat for sixty-nine (and while you’re at it, get 69 Love Songs, too) of those humble English pennies.]

Posted on June 29, 2010 - Tunes - No Comments » Share

I didn’t understand.

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Elliott Smith – I Didn’t Understand

A tin-can rolls down Maine St. Skipping over stray stones, collecting dents, left to its own. The unsuspecting quail in the forest twitches unsurely. Ruffles its feathers. A click and a sweaty finger pushes, forty yards away. A shot. Out on Pyrmont Bridge the orange-clad construction workers jackhammering away in the neighborless sun trade wisecracks, marital advice, and bets. Hair growing from a newborn’s scalp pushes through the pores. Little barbs of black jagged like the remnants of a charred forest torched for industry.

[XO.]

Posted on June 28, 2010 - Tunes - 1 Comment » Share

This here unfolds for you

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Four Tet – This Unfolds

This Unfolds has missed the Lost in Translation soundtrack by seven years.

It reminds me of walking through doorway beads as a boy, through that pebble crashing curtain of clinking energy, from one room to the next; rooms filled with green glass bottles, Virgin Mary statues, an ageing dog who even a mile away would be too close to any kitchen table, trinkets of snowflake sameness (from a distance) hanging from already low ceilings, and grocery bags you just knew were brimming with goodies that would fail to reach your lips until you’ve downed something that was probably once green and something else that only tastes nice when your mother makes it. Time spent with grandparents in homes so confusingly dissimilar to your own.

It’s music so appropriate for now, glowing with future calls, yet the perfect fit for something already lived, something gone.

[Purchase the newest record from Four Tet: There Is Love There Is You.]

Posted on June 27, 2010 - Tunes - No Comments » Share

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