I'm sure this video resonates with those that received their introduction to quintessential nineties rap through vinyl records and tape decks. My first rap album was Puff Daddy's No Way Out, on CD (fml), and it's a shame to Read more
I was in bed reading the The Movie Goer by Walker Percy the other night when "Dolores" came up on a recent playlist I made. I had to put down the American classic and listen a little closer to Chase Weinacht's Read more
Wordplay Saturday. You might be out in the sun, swimming or riding your bicycle, but I'm the house listening to rappers Toony Tunes and Captn Dan. I don't know where they came from, Earmilk.com put them in my ears, Read more
I stmbld acrss ths trck earlr ths mnth nd it’s hlla dpe. So dpe, my lexicon has bn shrtnd nd refnd. Fck u Pat Sjck. I thnk, I wll slve. No, I dnt need to by any vwls. Fckn asshl.
Speaking of WOF, Vanna White is still running the letters?! Wow. I mean, do your thing Vanna. While she is in the shower, I am gonna kick back and stick my head in the freezer for a few minutes, then throw this track on and…
Aisle or window seat? Window. Always. Air travel never ceases to amaze me. Anxiety meets excitement watching the tarmac turn from stubborn asphalt to rapids of gray and flashing yellow. Some trips more exciting than others, but there is something innately prospective about hopping on a plane and speeding towards takeoff.
In that split-second, when the front wheels have lifted off the ground, the hind wheels clutch the ground, asking, “are you sure?”
Chill Bump, the idealist, would like you to wake up and high five your fellow Americans of any race or religion living in financial or social poverty. Become one for a cause. He wants to shake you out of the bed, wants you to “flip Big Brother the bird” and refuse to be complacent as The Man tranquilizes your spirit. GET MAD!
Chill Bump doesn’t really offer any other solution after you’re Mad, sitting around angry all the time with no particular body or organization to release it upon (since you’re best friends with your Dominican neighbors now, even though they play merengue all night long when you have to work in the morning). Seems like half a message to me. I guess he just wants people to Do the Right Thing. Because that’s clear.
“Dude, I was listening to ( ) and I totally saw my life in a parenthesis. Like ( = birth and ) = death, you know?” “Yah. Shelby wanted to go see them live, but their music is too intimate and, like, personal for me. I’d feel too vulnerable, you know?” “The best thing about Sigur Ros is Sigur Ros, you know?” “Their music makes me regret not having anyone to love. This band in general just makes me want to care so much, you know?” “I heard they were gonna do a show at Randall’s Island? Yeah, exactly. I was so pissed, they should come to Williamsburg, you know?”
I swear all some of these are quotes, verbatim. It’s just. I mean. Their music? It’s so transcendental. It’s like this song is an elevator to the calm before the Big Bang. There’s this great build-up and then pow: earth, moon and stars. Sigur Ros-style.
(note: this blog is aware of the proper spellings of Sigur Ros and Ekki Mukk, but WP is not supporting accent marks).
Warning! Shameless Plug: live life bros and girls.
Okay, no more plugs, I promise. But if you want to have a sociological discussion about the joint below, I am all ears. Although, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to hear you. This DFA remix of Tiga’s “Far From Home” is banging in my headphones, by Bose. Take that Dre.
Upon first hearing Collarbones’ “Missing” I thought shit, sounds like The Weeknd – drug induced synthesizers flowing over some I-prefer-you-naked type smoothness. Like they would just pop a couple Percocet and invite a model to their loft. But after seeing the video below, the high seems much lower, and the title “Missing” hits even deeper than the subs.
If you’ve been looking for a summer song to get you pumped about sunny Sunday brunches and swimming pools, I think I’ve found a good one. Tennis released “Petition” earlier this year, and Vacationer came along with a little sugar boost to make it dance worthy. Thanks to both parties. I’ll be on the roof with a hula-hoop.
PS. If you haven’t heard my favorite Tennis song, or my favorite Vacationer Song, just click those links.