In The Nervous Light of Monday

Circle Takes The Square

Circle Takes The Square

Circle Takes The Square

Circle Takes The Square

Circle Takes The Square

Circle Takes The Square live at either the Mohawk or Red 7 in Austin in late 2007.

I was working for two hours this morning listening to this before the sun rose and I have to say, these kids made some tunes that hold up. Also, I find that this type of shit is the only way to start a day/week off properly.



Not Safe For Mornings (For Most)

Uh, okay life. Game, set, match.

For one thing, it’s fucking awesome to wake up and see that Youth Code (along with MOCAtv) released a fantastic fucking video for what inevitably will be one of my favorite songs of the year. I’ve been listening to “Consuming Guilt” on repeat ever since it debuted on Pitchfork, and now with the NSFW new clip, the ex-Carry On act is showing some serious potential.

(Not to mention the anti-animal testing comes off as effective protest here with the form the video takes, as opposed to just being a PETA ad.)

danl145 [7:49]: Jeez this is fucked lol
Colin Smith [7:50]: this song i listen to on repeat while i paint
danl145 [7:50]: Hahahaha
danl145 [7:50]: That explains so much

And then it’s just like, adding a cherry to the cake of rebellion is the new and ban-worthy clip from DOOKOOM, and reading that interview over on Noisey will give a good feeling as to why the music just sounds so fucking … authentic.

I’ve never been a fan of electronic music, but the influence it leaves in punk and hip hop has been staggeringly effective lately. I’d imagine the next Nirvana type act comes from this realm. Maybe they’ll lead the charge to storm the barricades, who knows.



Mountains Made of Steam

A Silver Mt Zion

A Silver Mt Zion live in Nashville, Tenn. · May 2008 · Click to Enlarge

A Silver Mt Zion

A Silver Mt Zion live in Nashville, Tenn. · May 2008 · Click to Enlarge

This was our stormy ending. Water sank our boat. Shouldn’t we, oh, shouldn’t we throw our hopes into the ocean? The warm, gray sea? Tell me or kick me or hold me or please believe.

This is their busted future and this is our dream; which one do you believe in? Believe in, believe in, believe in, believe in together, together, together, together never to retreat. Mystery and wonder, messy hearts made of thunder.

Somewhere there’s a soldier sleeping in a field and somewhere there’s a mother. Please believe in gentle dreams. The sweetness of people, whistling in their sleep.

The angels in your palm sing gentle, worried songs. The sweetness of our dreams, like mountains made of steam.

Though I could never actually make such a decision, this would be a contender for my favorite song.



Sunday Morning Media Roundup

Politics always dominates my Sundays, but since I haven’t read The New York Times yet, I’m going to shill for some of the lighter things in life.

So, first things first: Yes please to new hints of anything new regarding Twin Peaks. This may seem antithetical to how I’m pretty averse to the ’90’s reunions’ that are going on across art and entertainment, but I think Lynch is enough of an established presence that anything he brings to the table would retain authenticity.

(As far as authentic television is concerned, I am not weighing any judgments on the cast for series two of True Detective other than to say it wasn’t too long ago when everyone hated Matthew McCoughnahey, and all of these folks have shown they can act before. I’m more concerned about the writing, honestly.)

Now, the fall is my favorite season. Part of this is because it’s the time of year when more artistic but still big budget movies get released. See: Inherent Vice, which is not only Paul Thomas Anderson but also coming out on my birthday. See also: Interstellar, The Skeleton Twins, The One I Love. And those are just the ones I certainly want to see; stuff like A Most Violent Year and The Imitation Game are also showing promise. But the most stirring and remarkable looking film this season for me has to be Steve Carell and Channing Tatum taking rather serious turns in Foxcatcher:

Just. Fucking chills.

Anyway. I get that I am 31, and technically this is probably illegal, but I was in Los Angeles and the new Fall Out Boy single was on the radio enough to get caught in my head. No matter how ridiculous these gomers look now, they can still write a hook. (Anyone else remember when Pete Wentz had the first big internet celebrity sexting scandal? Aw, five years ago.)

But if we’re talking about pop punk, let’s get shit right. (One of Green Day’s most underrated, and one of the better teenage love songs ever. That fucking bass line drop in the middle.)

In more modern terms, even though these guys dropped off my radar for a bit, This Will Destroy You’s newest Another Language is fucking fantastic. Jerry texted me this morning to tell me to jump on this. Which, while great, is still a little heavy for a Sunday morning at the coffee shop.



King Dude at Doug Fir

King Dude

King Dude at Doug Fir · Click to Enlarge

King Dude

King Dude at Doug Fir · Click to Enlarge

King Dude

King Dude at Doug Fir · Click to Enlarge

King Dude

King Dude at Doug Fir · Click to Enlarge

King Dude

King Dude at Doug Fir · Click to Enlarge

Sometimes you go to pick up film pretty stoked to see photos of a trip to Los Angeles only to discover an old roll that got lost in the mix that has some pretty sweet double exposures from when King Dude played Doug Fir.



I Keep Feeling Smaller And Smaller



Ending Los Angeles

No more apologies, I fucking love this record. Being in LA and without my music library (lost to the Apple store when I got my new iPhone), I’ve downloaded a scampering of music and this is one of the few albums. For whatever reason, it just sounds right for the mood of the city, even though it’s inherently Brooklyn music.

Either way, life has been shifting recently and that’s all I’ll probably say about that in the public record. Soon, though, it’s back to work, as always.



The Frenetic Heart

Lunch

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Lunch

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Lunch

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Lunch

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I have been making ill-advised plans and picking and choosing the ideals from my youth to return to and any day now my heart is going to explode and when it does it will sound like the chaos of my friends in Lunch.



The Kids Can Still Write A Great Song

I wrote you a letter, asked your best friend to send it but took to the sea before you could have read it. Retreated to snowcapped waters of the unknown, extracted my heart while it was still beating but glowing and red. And I swear that sweat would envelop your arms if you broke down and held it. I swear I’m a good man, so why don’t you love me back?

Instead of twisting up words, you just sat there in silence in wind-burnt homes sighing rays from a sunset. And all I could hear was the sound of the wasp nest. My head made a home for the hum of the insects. But my hands shake and shudder at the mention of half-written reasons why we’ll only be friends. I swear I’m a good man.

So why don’t you love me back?

I’ve been trying to figure out the bands I’d be listening to if I was still supposed to be listening to the type of music I did in college. Foxing is a pretty good bet on that.



Self-Actualization Eats Itself

Walls

The warehouse studio bathroom wall notices.

Don’t blow me out before I finish burning. I’ve settled in to a life of learning. Wouldn’t it be fine if, at check-out time, I was doing what I’m doing right now?

I was staring in to a dirty mirror knee-deep on LSD when I broke out laughing and realized what most people are scared of is what enchants me. And I worked incredibly fucking hard to get here. For a long time, I’ve wanted people to take me seriously. What I’ve realized is, like everything, it won’t happen until I do it myself. I am totally content with living the rest of my life staring peril in the soul. I could listen to this song, though, forever, right now.