Me Right Now :(
The beautiful Esme Patterson from Denver and the man they call Shakey Graves have been playing music together recently. The duet is reminiscent of of June and John Cash and they are singing whimsical americana tunes. Shakey Graves will have a new album out this year that I cannot wait to hear and Esme will be on a few tracks. The first video below is " Dearly Departed" which is a duet of the two. There are also some older videos of Shakey and his solo tunes which will rock your world. This music is a force to be reckon with.
I used to rock this album on a tape deck in the backseat of a car when I was an angsty teenager. I love how this sounds to me now though - poppy eighties rhythms pummeled by a lethal compressed metal guitar -- combined with those whisper to scream vocals. It sounds like Trent heard some New Order and then was like "fuck that. Lets turn this up to 11." This is my second video write up including a gyroscope. I'll drink to that. Shout out to gyroscopes. Also shout out to Trent Reznor for making unhappy music for people who liked new wave but think it wasn't loud/metal sounding enough.
Today I learned that me and King Chip have something in common. I myself am partial to couches and chilling. Shout out to that weird wa-wa guitar solo at the end, that was pretty killer. Shout out to chill people. Shout out to escalators. Shout out to Cleveland. Shout out to couches. Shout out to not working. Chip if you're ever in New York and want to chill on a filthy couch email me -------->
When you're at your friend's house and it's silent and then he throws on this song after he tells you all he's totally over her. Sure, man. Johnny Marr's guitar is insane on this. The lyrics ring true, this is the human condition. This is what is so strange about Morissey though. He's got an activist persona, he's on the soapbox about being vegetarian constantly and such... when he could have done more for humans. No one is perfect but this song pretty much is perfect at describing an imperfect human in love with someone who doesn't love you back. We all know what that's like.
Oops, I guess this came out in Novermber, So I'm a bad blogger and deserve to suffer the consequences. It's ok though. Ive always liked MGMT's take on music videos. I think someone in the group may have seen M. Night Shamalans's underrated classic "The Village" recently. I love that movie too, you guys. Spoiler Alert... GYROSCOPES were a nice touch. I would be covered in vomit if i got in one of those things. I get motion sickness very easily. My mom tried to warm me when I told her I was going to sail to Bermuda with my friend Patrick (Never Home, Smelly Ghosts, Blackball Brandon) Holt. I couldn't move around the cabin without getting the spins but I have to say that when I was holding the wheel of the sailboat and steering the ship I lost all queasiness in my stomach; at that point it was just me against the ocean and I wanted to make sure we didn't get too much of a "heel" even if meant we weren't heading in a direct route to Bermuda. It's 3am, It's my way. I'm left in charge. I sucked at it. We got to Bermuda in time to see the plane that Pat's dad had booked a seat on fly away. I'm not good at sailing, but fuck it I'll do it again. It was all worth it when me and pat got to ride around bermuda dumb and dumber style on one scooter and just drop into the ocean wherever. i did it because its changed my life. I'm still not the same. If you need royalty free images of bermuda DM me... all rights unreserved.
When the dog is doggystyling the dog and her six sets of tits are shaking with the motion and the yin yang is up above and then she throws up herself into herself and then into herself again. This video is the shit. Surprise yourself.
KOOL A.D. - WORD (PROD. DJ BlesONE)
DIRECTED BY VICTOR "KOOL A.D." VAZQUEZ AND TEDDY O'CONNOR
ASSISTANT DIRECTOR JORDAN FISH
I just realized that embedding has been disabled for this video but if you want to check out a video that will make you rethink how stupid love songs can get...or if you need proof that culture wasn't "better back in the day" you can check out this crap below.
....but it wont be worth it. I hate this song, and I've hated this song since I was 9 years old. Fuck this song.
Alynda Lee Segarra of Puerto Rican descent hailing from NYC once said "the minute I could take the subway by myself, I headed to the Lower East Side because I knew that's where all the weirdos were, where all the punks were. I was always taking an hour subway ride out there. And that's really where I feel like I grew up because I spent so much of my time there—all of my friends were there. That's where I learned a lot about New York and about the world, really." One of the songs below is in reference to the Walt Whitman poem "I sing the body electric" a well known piece of poetic genius. Alynda is a soft spoken master of modern folk.
Houndmouth's debut album on Rough Trade came out last year and since then they have been perfecting their sound. Its that raspy, lovable, folk/country, Americana that is heartfelt and rips as well. All born and raised in Indiana they didn't start the band until a few years after high school. They parted ways but came back together to write their catchy single "Penitentiary". There are some other amazing tracks on their debut album such as "Houston Train" which features their female vocalist. I will be catching their live show at Brooklyn Bowl on June 21st and I think there are still some tickets.
My goddess has risen.
Above the clouds, she appears in my dreams as a vibration, humming softly through the ancient scandinavian forest. I've been here before, but I don't remember when. I float through the sienna trees, amber highlights as vertical veins, waning moonlight, fallen needles on the sponge floor drinking softly, generating, pulsating. I expand as the humming surrounds my being, not sure where I end and it all begins. My being follows a faint single track up, up until I see her, my goddess, standing still as stone, vibrations washing her robe with the kind of mist that rises before aurora. It is more than singing. It is more than a song. It passes through me like a silver ghost, shivers through my body, breaking it apart. She is a siren in the woods, aphrodite, centered in a circle of growth, as booms dole from the rock and resonate inside every atom. She is adolescence incarnate, old as the earth and pure as truth. Simply ethereal, transcendentally complex, in her presence the trees become ash, ash become human, human evaporate to air and back again within one breath. Roaming the curvature of the earth, lamenting the loneliness of my stagnant physical existence, tortured by memory and the longing to embody a pure vibratory atmospheric essence, I've found home in her voice. I am inside her heart. It melts and mixes with rain. We are below the clouds, floating, drifting on the surface of the dawn.
Queen Bey Who? Long Live Lykke Li.
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This was all actually recorded in a basement. A lot of bands claim that they record in basements but they're suckers. This is a band that never made it big even though they should have. They never had a dime to their name, maybe just enough cash for some Hostess Cakes and some drugs to get them through. But luckily for us, they recorded like animals. There's more in the vault, but I think this is a good place to start. Here's an unpolished look at one of the best groups to ever do it and then not make it. The vaults have only now come open. There will be more to come after this....