First Aid Kit- “Wolf”

It’s a good song and an interesting music video. The props remind me of a couple of music videos by Tricot Machine, (which I’ll find and post separately).

Watch, and then read below:

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So I was reading through the YouTube comments, and one of the posters shared what little they knew about the subject matter:

I should point out: this post was not responding to anyone’s question. It was totally unprompted. And that’s kind of badass. Who is this person? I feel like I need to be responsible and fact check this information, but I’m not. I’m not responsible.

Let’s just repeat this until it becomes a myth about a myth. Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not. Who’s to say? As a certain tall child would have us ask.

"Who's to say?" - John Mulaney

Blind Pilot- Packed Powder

From the Portland band’s 2016 album And Then Like Lions

I started working at the second hand
I thought it would make me more colorful
I saw the world as a stitch and patch
I saw the sky as torn grey wool

I started working as a dime store clerk
I thought it would make me the kind to put you first
My only dreams were in fluorescent light
My only goal was to forget what I was worth

I want to see how it takes me
I want to see how the powder burns
Don’t want to keep what I can’t have more of
Don’t want to wait and miss my turn

I started working as a tour guide
I thought it would make me believe my own words
Every patient thought just passed me by
Every truth I said sounded just absurd

I started working at a small town church
I thought it would make me a better man
They said the sins I had would fly away
As if the birds were in the palms of my own hands

I want to see how it takes me
I want to see how the powder burns
Don’t want to keep what I can’t have more of
Don’t want to wait and miss my turn

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Also, here is a link to a live studio recording of the same song recorded live in studio on KCRW (via NPR.org).

Teddy Swims- “Let Me Love You”

Here are my instant three favorite things about this man:

1) Those dangles- omg I was thinking about dangles the other day and how I might not live to see them work on men as a legit trend. I still don’t think I will, but only because most people don’t look like this guy, who totally pulls it out and pulls it off.*

2) That fabric he is wearing is a must, and I don’t have it, and I am upset.

3) That beard- so lushly textural, and the colors… A van Gogh.

Now that that’s out of the way-

Look, I’m going to be upfront with you: R&B is only appropriate in the bedroom when you’re fucking. At the time I listened to this, however, I was eating dill pickle chips on a chaise. But all that changed.

So I was going to leave the post right there and walk away, but really all I was going to say was that I ended up eating a package of ‘smores Poptarts, and it was perfect in every way: spiritually, emotionally, conversationally… It would have been just another evening,for the two of us, but thanks to Mr Swims, tonight, well, tonight was our night.

*You’re welcome.

Diverse – One A.M.

“Certified” – the first song off the album One A.M.

The album One A.M., by Diverse, was recommended to me a few weeks ago and, at the time, I thought he was a new up-and-comer. Not so, my treasured friends; this cat has been around for oh, some time. His album One A.M was released in 2003, but it’s new to me.

I don’t know why this guy hasn’t gotten more love, but that’s just the way it goes, I guess. I liked this album. It has some impressive turns of phrase, plush beats, and the whole thing flirts most heavily with the retro sounds (Shaft would be proud).

Best of all, Mr. Diverse is out of Chi-town, or for those of you who didn’t know, The City that Wins.

For a different sound off this album, check out the song 747:

Atom and His Package reminds us of what we can destroy with just a hammer. Party on Señor.

So I was just listening to Beirut and getting really angry at how terrible they are, and I decided I needed to take a trip to a purer time. Atom and His Package will always make me feel good again.

Me and Jan and Brian bought a pretty little hole.
It was cheapish and we split it and we’re fixing it up.
So Mr. Sokol does everything: rewires, fixes cracks.
I can only break walls, move stuff, and get snacks.

And I am downright amazed at what I can destroy with just a hammer.
And I am downright amazed at what I can destroy with just a hammer.

Nails in drywall, paint haul, blah blah.
Move in, no sink, new broom, I think.
I bribed the garbage man!
I am a super bad boy again.

And I am downright amazed at what I can destroy with just a hammer.
And I am downright amazed at what I can destroy with just a hammer.

Brian, don’t stay mad with us.
Come on, eat some food with us,
We own a home together.

And I am downright amazed at what I can destroy with just a hammer.
And I am downright amazed at what I can destroy with just a hammer.

I have a totally baseless theory that this song is not about owning and renovating a home together, but really a tragic allegory about the inevitability of post-revolutionary in-fighting, corruption, and the betrayal of ideals.