We never wax steady, we wax and wane.
We never wax steady, we wax and wane.
Brought to you by Deftones covering Cocteau Twins' Wax and Wane
We never wax steady, we wax and wane.
We never wax steady, we wax and wane.
Brought to you by Deftones covering Cocteau Twins' Wax and Wane
Inaugurating the movement of my Den to the main floor of my house with a viewing of the R40 concert film. Playback started before wiring was complete, but halfway through everything seems well dialed in.
A playlist I’m developing. Track order needs sorting. Linking or uniting the tracks is what I would call a rhythmic complexity, even if the time signatures aren’t unusual. If you get lost, the beat will bring you back. You’ll need a tolerance for ‘90’s and 2000’s Electronica, but other genres are included.
There are some low notes. I recommend over-the-ear cans or a place you can feel the noise.
Apologies to Gaping Void for the theft of his artwork. Art on the back of business cards was a thing when I needed it.
Shuffle Play unearthed a favorite. Nicole Blackman vocals with The Golden Palominos
Heard Take Me Home on satellite radio earlier today. Because I owned No Jacket Required, naturally, Sussudio is now an ear worm.
Phil Collins, y’all!
You’re welcome.
I always wanted to be a DJ, from the days I listened to my Radio Shack FM radio all day long as a boy. The people pushing out the sounds always seemed to have a finger on a pulse. They seemed to connect to something. I imagined a depth and breadth of knowledge and a currency that I’m sure was impossible to attain in reality.
In the 90s I took a job at a record store, which in some ways was a sort of dream come true. I thought I knew about music. I was an avid consumer of what radio and MTV fed me. But it was then that my education began.
When techno and electronica hit, my DJ dream shifted. I wanted to play the records that moved the people in the moment. I have played with decks and mixers a teensy bit. I played with a friend’s collection of vinyl and did my best to beat-match records during a small gathering.
I’ve made lots and lots of mix tapes, that mostly no one has ever heard, but me.
What’s happened is I’ve collected a lot of music over time. I am infected by people who are enthusiastic about a genre or a scene.
Music is so powerful.
It is a giant river, life-giving and fertile like the Amazon or the Nile. Some of it is written down or recorded, where it lives in the vast ocean.
Just like I can’t read every book, I can’t hear every record.
I have been listening to a series of playlists generated by someone close to my own age, that span years including the four that I spent at the record store.
Boy, is it resurfacing old thoughts and ideas and dreams.
The cool part is I agree with many of the selections.
The cool part is I’m hearing songs I would have never heard, otherwise.
The cool part is there is always such good music.
If you do the Apple Music thing, I’m here and I like to share.
TIL The Trashmen were from Minneapolis.
Listening to the Nineties, today.
The author of a sub-blog I follow produced a series of posts called Insanely Great Nineties Songs You Aren’t Sick Of. Start here if that speaks to you… He has a post per-year and links to YouTube videos of all of the songs he mentions.
I worked for a record store from the summer of 1990 to the summer of 1994 and these hit home for me. But fair warning, these are mostly not Top 40 song lists.
So there’s a music project called Lost Horizons—that I didn’t know about 30 minutes ago—that features former Cocteau Twin Simon Raymonde and Richard Thomas who has drummed with Dif Jus and Jesus and Mary Chain. Their In Quiet Moments album includes a track called Every Beat that Passed which is the most Cocteau-Twins-like music I have heard since… Cocteau Twins. This project is no attempt to return to that sound, but that track is spectacular. The tracks I have heard from the same album have a Saint Etienne vibe, in that the tracks recall the 60s and 70s.
Picked up the new Echodrone album Resurgence this morning. Their name describes elements I love from the shoegaze sound. Possibly a signature for them are the vocal harmonies that harken back to groups like The Byrds, or Ride, but of course nothing like either.