One Song

I sat on this song all weekend.  Meaning, I started it and then tuned out, almost on purpose, before starting the song over. If you looked at my play count it would reach into the two tree dozens. It somehow distracted me from my own distractions. Was Geti singing? Did I like it? Why am I so sad? But then why am I so comfortable in this sadness? Was this dude talking about anxiety? I've been thinking a lot about my own anxiety these last few weeks. Is me addressing my anxiety enough to conquer it? I've been making a lot of assumptions about the image I portray and relying on people's opinions of me instead of what I assume to be the real me, but that gives me anxiety too.  "Doctor My Own Patience" deserves your attention for a few plays, at least. ...

I consider Kauf one of my favorite fonts.  It isn't like his music is just a "type", or of a certain "style", it's that his music is so fucking appreciated I use it like I use my favorite fonts; all day, and sometimes in all caps, and occasionally bold and underlined, much like my wardrobe. His new jamjam, "Pacify", feels like that one scene in Revenge of the Nerds where the dude gets lucky in the moon bounce with the hot cheerleader. While you aren't necessarily certain if you're going to get anything wet, when you finally ascertain the proper amount of warmth and moisture, you're weightless, happy, arms flailing every which way. You're just fucking fuck-happy.  Kauf makes me post-moon bounce coitus happy. (SOMEONE PUT THAT ON HIS NEXT PRESS...

I'M BUSY. IF I WAS STAYING IN A HOTEL ROOM I WOULD HAVE PUT THE PLACARD ON THE DOOR HANDLE ALREADY BRO. WHAT AM I DOING YOU AXE? I AM PERFORMING AIR DRUMS FOR THE BAND HEMBREE BRO. HOLD MY BEER. I'M ABOUT TO GO IN. Holy fuck I love this. Hembree is like the Trainspotting soundtrack just pegged the band Foals and they livestreamed it on facebooks so all of us could salivate and shit our pants simultaneously. I always love when I see the visual wavelength of a song and it's ALL MAXXXED THE FUCK OUT, and then when I hit play it doesn't disappoint! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!  "Holy Water" is now the soundtrack to me walking out of work tonight on the way to an adminstration committee meeting where we discuss tax abatements and tax levy estimates AND I PLAY...

I don't know how this dude keeps making music that simultaneously puts me in a food coma and makes me want tacos. Normally it's the latter then the former, but here Koresma knows I'm hungry, but taps me with his witchin' stick on the forehead and I'm splayed bro. I'M SPLAYED THE FUCK OUT. Koresma makes relaxing and erotic synonymous. "Sun Begins To Pour", with the benefit of sultry and lilty (sultrilty?) vocals from Alaska Reid, sounds like a week-long orgy where everyone gets a goodie bag filled with footie pajamas and a 4oz bottle of lean. If a song has ever made someone want to wear those socks that are just a few inches south of the taint when pulled up all the way, then I don't know how else to convince you that that's a...

No fucking clue who this woman is besides her being the vessel that just delivered a whole bunch of hormonal nostalgia of being a 14 year old kid listening to Sarah McLachlan's Fumbling Towards Ecstacy. Holy shit, can you hear that? Sarah was the first woman I knew only by what her voice did to me on the inside. Aces seems like the modern version of that sort of hazy chill that November mornings are known for, but holy hell does this voice make me want to hump a pillow or steal a glance towards that next door neighbor girl with the super hot tight rolled jeans.  "If I Could Be Your Girl" is the equivalent of three nights of steady nocturnal emissions, two days of forgetting to put on deodorant after gym class, and one unbelievably confused and horny high school...

Holy. Fuck. Flora Cash now sounds like a non-whimpering Bon Iver fronting an acoustic electric version of Portishead that is just as moody as the original, but holy fuck I had never considered that matchup, but DAAAAAMN THIS IS PERF! If I wasn't already seated, I'd have to sit down for this shit. "Sadness Is Taking Over" is sort of the perfect song for right now, when nothing else really seems real, but sad is really the only thing I'm sure I'm feeling. I am a complete fucking puddle when it comes to songs that make me shut the fuck up, and I am a goddamn MIME at this point.  Wow.  If you needed a reason to shut the fuck for a minute... If you needed a reason to forget how to speak for a minute... If you needed another excuse to keep your goddamn opinions to your...

I've loved this dude as a friend for a long time. I loved him as a friend before I had even became actual friends with him. The fact that he raps alls goods is secondary to how much I even like thinking about hanging out with him and slamming pogs and playing ninja gaiden and shit. While we have shared the same internet spaces together, we've also virtually shared the highs and lows of life and the uphill, sticky and snotty battle of parenthood together. Sure, sometimes it's as simple as an Instagram notification that dude liked a picture of something I took the time to capture and share, but other times it's the one on one direct messages of encouragement back and forth, or the "I'm sorry dude" back and forth, or the "fuck man, I love you" that might seem uncommon when you're talking...

So The Midnight Echo used the word "anthemic" in their music submission and I was all crossed arms like "bro, you can't call yourself anthemic, that's anti-anthemic bro".  AND THEN I LISTENED AND THEN WHEN THE SONG ENDED I WAS ON TOP OF MY DESK WITH MY FISTED HANDS AT MY SIDES IN AN ENJOYABLY PURE FIT OF WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I love when rock music makes me want to hop over household appliances and turn mops into swords and shit. Thirty Seconds to Mars is one of my weaknesses, and The Midnight Echo hit me on that 30STM nerve and while it's closer to a Blink 182 meets 30STM, I fucking love it. Anthemic balls, amazing drums, vocal layers are fucking exciting and emotional, and I've listened to tit 4 times in 15 minutes and I think the way the drums are...

How does this dude make EVERY song he writes sound like I'm waking up on a fucking beach? Seriously, Hanging Valleys always makes me feel like I'm just waking up, I rub my eyes, and I'm startled that the eye boogs I go to wipe out of my eyes are super calcified and sandy. Then I look to my finger tips, where I normally have a nice and green goopy eye boog to flick at my wife, and it's a little pile of beachy fucking sand. HANGING VALLEYS IS THE SAND YOU PICK OUT OF YOUR EYE PITS IN PLACE OF EYE BOOGS.  I have listened to "Coast Days" a good 73 times this week already and while I live nowhere near a coast, I love how enveloped in sound I've been since hitting play the first time. The capturing of the slap on the wood of the acoustic guitar is huge...

Ballerina Black are my favorite trenchcoat wearing 80's synth warriors. These guys take overcast skies and black denim, smoosh them together, and make shit sexy as fuck.  Over the last two tree four years I've relied upon their disinterested sass to make the drab reality of life in America palatable. And while I always imagine I'm wearing a collared jacket that I can then turn up the collar against the wind and cold even when it's 75F and sunny, they have warmed all of my cockles.  If you didn't already know, I'm known for my cockles.  "Telepathy" is dancy without being corny, retro without sounding tinny, but what I'm noticing more and more is that all of the latest releases from Ballerina Black all make me want to wear driving gloves and toss...