I’m not sure if this is how the mess will look a week from now. I’ve got a bunch of friends helping me sort it out. While it’s cleaning up alright, I’m having some trouble with that bookcase lying behind the speakers. For one, it’s visually distracting. Distractions, even the visual sort, can alter one’s mood and make for a less enjoyable listening experience. Second, I believe that my soundstage is now shallower than it was when the Polycrystal equipment rack stood between the windows. Then again, maybe the shrunken…
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I brought a bag of tapes to work today.
How cool is that? I mean, really. I wear jeans and a t-shirt and I carry a bag of tapes to the office. Life, I'm here! I made it!
Make it real, make it real, make it real. Make it real what? Make it real good. Make it real hard. Make it real long. Make it real.
Pocahaunted makes it all ways. Make It Real is my new favorite Pocahaunted release, surpassing the last one by simply being the latest but also by being the freshest. Make It Real has cowbell and organ; has disco boots; is hazy, hot, and humid; is funkier and fresher than anything Pocahaunted has ever released. If you recognize that dubbed-out, laidback sway, it’s because you know Sun Araw’s Cameron Stallone, lucky bastard, on guitar and…
I’ve also been digging the debut LP from Gongasufi, A Sufi And A Killer, on Warp Records. You listen to the first track and you’re like, “Hmm?” Listen to the second track and you’re like, “Oh.” Listen to the third track and you’re like, “What the hell is this?” Listen to the fourth track and you’re in love, you’re on your way to the record store even though you swore off buying records for a month, or at least until the next payday, but whatever, you have to have this record now. Now.
But “She Gone” is what did it for me. “She Gone” sounds like the Beatles on crack rock, led…
From Hospital Productions, Cold Cave & Prurient: Stars Explode.
Coaster for Guinness Float!
Mmm...It's breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, and beer all at the same time. Smart.
Cheers!
Corrina sent me a link to this video for "70 Million" by Hold Your Horses, a band I know nothing about. It must have been so much fun to make this.
Happy Monday.
And here's one that brightens Andrea's day.
This magical little film was written and directed by Angela Kohler and Ithyle Griffiths and stars Alison Sudol of A Fine Frenzy.
In the we-all-make-mistakes department:
A few weeks ago, I groused in this space about the tendency of audiophile LP companies to reissue the same jazz titles over and over. Yes, the pressings are nice and thick, the sound generally excellent, but I called on their proprietors to stretch a bit. I mentioned some untapped labels, some (I hope) intriguing direct-to-disc possibilities, and other random oversights.
I also noted that if the ’philes were determined to perpetuate the Blue Note mystique (for understandable reasons, both commercial and artistic), the label did produce…
I assume you’ve been in a situation like this before, too.
Don’t worry: The LPs only stayed like this for the amount of time it took me to move the LP shelves one and three-quarter inches to the left. It had to be done. No records were harmed.
The room is coming along, slowly. And, with the help of friends, I’ve come to think of the reorganization as a process that should be enjoyed, rather than some horrible exercise in frustration.