Man, I wanna go to SXSW. Seeing pictures of 6th Street at 2am with bands boozily set up all along the curb simultaneously fills me with hope and anxiety for some reason. I was just reading about Tobacco's show in Austin this past week, and I decided to download some. Glad I did. Heavy, perfectly overdriven bass lines keep the hallucinogenic arrangements buzzing along in a haze of static. I like that. I'm gonna look into Black Moth Super Rainbow next, of which the man behind Tobacco was a part.
But for now, here's some tracks off of 2008's lo-fi-ey, analogish "Fucked up Friends:"
"Hawker Boat" (kinda reminds me of Cornershop):
"Berries that Burn" (it's all sounds pretty similar...):
"Truck Sweat" (yea, monotonous, but maybe good driving muzik):
Today I'm gonna chill on a little Devin the Dude, nothin better to do. Badgers gotta take down Wofford or else the second half on my attachment to any sort of madness in March will disappear...Texas already blew it.
Here's Paris in Perú. Snake bone, crystal and all...
"Do What you Wanna Do" off of the album "The Dude":
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Guns for sale in Madrid, and a soothing bassline with ambient swirls from Sigur Rós...
"Flugufrelsarinn" off of "Takk..." (2005):
Monday, March 15, 2010
I've neglected writing anything for a while, and will continue to do so. But after a long, infernal weekend I needed to relax and set my sights for a more productive near-future. Drinking kava, smoking mugwort, listening to ikaros with good company.
Here is a truly soulful ikaro--a shamanic song received by spirits and performed during rituals--recorded during an ayahuasca session at the Takiwasi rehab center in northern Peru. Relájese.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I've been jamming a lot of Leggo Beast lately. Here are two songs from his album Sines and Cymbals (2001). A respectable effort is put into the soundscaping on these tracks. If you have good headphones, listen to the background. The twists and tweaks make for some great ambient vibes.
Epic kick-in with the wah on this one, "Noodle Soup":
A little spacier with organs and a good drum track, "Petite":
Umphrey's and Steez tonight. Git r dun.
The first piece of music with which I'd like to rape virgin ears is a little tune that came up while talking to my house mate Peter today. He was reading a Truman Capote short story in which somebody says "might could". That seems like such a strange expression to me, and it reminded me of an epically absurd line from the Texas Tornado's "If That's What You're Thinking":
"Let's just say that I've learned not to gamble, when I know that I might can't win."
If you're not one to listen to lyrics--and I know most of us zone out at times--you should really try to listen to these; they're more profound than they sound. I mean listen to that voice. It's Freddie Fender, "The Mexican Elvis", and to rock such a weighty pseudonym so hard is to ball. And you can hear the sad words of a baller here, someone who is begging not to be loved with such elegance that you know it's not the first time he has had to ditch some Mexican beauty.
Anyway, this one's dedicated to my brother Jack, who instantly recognized the genius of this song, and of the whole self-titled album for that matter.
