Treasure Trove

I dislike when music blogs come clean about not posting.  It’s always something like, “Sorry been crazy busy with work, haven’t been able to blog in awhile but here’s a new one from…” and then the recommendation.

It feels kind of disingenuous. Nothing should get in the way of posting if it means that much to you, right? Work-shit, relationships, even fun should take a back seat to blogging – if you really care about it. Not posting probably means you shouldn’t have a blog.

Harsh, dude.

Usually it happens a few times in a row. You can almost see the blogger connecting the dots – noticing the pattern. It happened to Auditory Remembrance, Tiny Rockets, and others. I have folders of dormant music blogs.

But here I am drafting something up after not blogging for two months – tail between my legs – wondering what I could possibly say to peak anyone’s interest after not writing for two months.

The truth is I simply haven’t felt like writing about music. And to force it felt like a disservice to all the good that has come from blogging consistently. Not good as in Davey Pageviews good. Or good as in attracting attention. But good as in committing to something. Good as in loosening a creative valve to let it flow freely.

For some reason today it was happening. By some good grace I started listening to a playlist from longtime Afmth fan, Seve, and one after the other, new-ness started flooding in. Add in a little weed and a glass of booze and a beautiful concoction of loose energy took over. I think it was the Darius song that really did it. Even one step beyond Pryor. At least at first. It’s still early.

It’s good to find new music again. It’s been hard recently – maybe something to do with getting older – you experiment less and stick to the tried and true. If you know This Must Be the Place will work, why mess with anything else? And the harder you look, the less you find. But take your foot of the gas and sometimes new melodies start to flood in. 

Lane 8, Darius, Amtrac, Tourist – all familiar names. DJ’s we’ve featured on the blog many times. But for me this is all new.

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Gooey, Sticky, Dirty

Some, like Ol’ Marilyn, like it hot. Lucky!

When it’s sweltering out and the flat you’ve rented is sans air conditioning, these three tunes are your companions through the dogged summer heat. Here’s to empathy and staying cool. Or, hot…if you like that.



BOOTS on BOOTS

One of the maestros behind Beyoncé’s latest video-album, has solo records are well worth the time to explore as well. BOOTS‘ production varies from the experimental, deep and bassy, hip-hop, and synth-tastic. His lyrics are bombastic and he culls features and samples that embellish his sounds with the catchiness of a hypothetical love child between Frank Ocean and Banks. Here’s the future.

Of course, it’s not as brutal as George Orwell’s illustrative description of the future in his dystopian peon, 1984. “If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever.” These boots however, were made for grooving, foot-tapping, and perhaps even dancing.

BOOTS, a day in the life. #WinterSpringSummerFall

Damien Jurado

Although he’s been crooning for the better part of the last twenty years, Damien Jurado (of the best-kept-secret of a label: Secretly Canadian), only recently surged ahead of the same old EDM noises that flood the Internet daily, grabbing my attention, and surely, stoking a few fires for lovers everywhere. Despite being a slick haired Seattle folk singer, his tracks have repeatedly been sampled or remixed by electronic musicians. Perhaps they can’t resist pairing his voice to a heavy bass line.

Here’s a primer.