the drought's end. (maybe)

hello lovers,

i won't waste time apologizing, i only hope the distance..... has done that things it's said to do sometimes. i will tell you, that i have probably listened to 40 mediocre records in the last month, and i am madder than a wet hen about it! but alas, this week finds me with a feverish infatuation with a couple of records. two old, that i had for a while, just had not given enough (or maybe any?) ear. and a new one.

Harry Nilsson - Son of Schmilsson 1972

i must admit, i dabbled with nilsson before, after hearing many recommendations/ravings, and was not really into him. but clearly i never listened to this album. because this was love at first listen. son of schmilsson is supposed to be his most eccentric album, and his eighth. both of these facts directly correlate with my "misses" on him before. one, i am inexplicably neurotic, and two when first sampling an artist i tend to grab the earlier stuff first.
i really have trouble describing it though, its weird pop i guess. really theatrical at times. strange perspective, great lyrics. cool voice, really cool production. you may pick up a little bowie, but can't you in just about everything pop from that era? anyhow, i am sorry i don't have the right things to say to make this record sound exciting but it is. just go to youtube, and listen to a track or two, you will understand. it's a great listen all the way through. and though not so much capable of doing this right now, i would be remiss if i did not share this, just as you will be if you do not partake in this.
sorry i suck at words today. just download it.

the other two will come soon, when i can gather a few words.

sincerly,

shitbag.

may your first sandwich be a masculine sandwich..

well, its a new year. ya. i'm fucking pumped, how about you? can't wait to see what new holes i am slated to dig, and climb out of this time. wah! i know, i just don't fucking care anymore. the mere fact that there is a calendar pisses me off anymore. why bother? anniversaries, holidays, its all schlupp. i have no use for it. and think you would be better too if you didn't either. what's it all for? where's the point? i think, when i am happy, that the day is what i make of it. that's all. what "prefix" is attatched to the word "day", does not make it anymore or less than a day. ehhhhh..... i'm awful i know. trust me. i know, more than anyone.

but then, there's art....

and here is some new art for you, from all over, all sorts of different flavors, complementary angles and textures. acidity to cut rich, delectable fats. intriguing spice, juxtaposed against sweet, to banish the cloying and saccharine.

here is your first sandwich. unctuous, yet clean. rich and yet somehow light. i suggest that you ingest these as they're given (together i mean, not necessarily in any order), like a sandwich. the chemistry is carefully calculated and in some cases, respectively, the co-existence is the best existence.

bon apetit

Montgomery Clunk, Superbus ep 2010
Bucharest, Romania

Monty is laying down some of the most tasteful beats i've heard in this flooded space. beat driven, glitch hop-y, two step-y, lo-fi-y stuff is in every dorm room, and on every laptop of every kid who can count, has a program, and can read at a sixth grade level. but true taste and talent is the cream that rises to the top of this crowded room, and mc is that foamy apex. we will call this the first of one of your sauces. a garlic dill aioli.

Pill Wonder, Jungle/Surf 2010
Seattle, WA

pill wonder is what i would be doing on a monday morning at 3:45 am, if i lived alone and could record music at that time. these are the type of silly sounds i need in my life, and so do you. and it's not just silliness, there is some really good songwriting in here too. and you don't have to take it from me, its on alot of "best of" lists for the year. this is one of your crunchy elements....alfalfa sprouts.


Shannon and the Clams, I Wanna Go Home 2010
Oakland, CA

our camera finds del shannon grudge fucking ronnie spector on the crumpled hood of a red 99 ford focus with a glad bag over the passenger window, while the tape player hisses, cracks, and blasts the the mummies. the grinding shakes the bottle of cheap whiskey off the roof of the sub-compact and the sound of broken glass ushers in the first, and only, chords of "shake." listen to this! over and over and over. salty, sexy, crispy, devilish bacon.


Tennis, Cape Dory 2010
Denver, CO???????

great. 60's dream pop. the girl that is singing should move into my brain, and narrarate my entire life. it pays well i promise, girl, if you are listening. just name your price. really good record all the way through, not so seasonal for northeners like myself at the moment, but who fucking cares? aren't we in this thing to escape anyhow? and how seamless this record is will only accomadate such excursions even more. these guys will make this sound bigger than it already is. i am sure of it. tart and creamy. this is both your cool baby swiss slice, and your playful bruschetta schmear. equal parts, sauce #2, and unifying, glorious cheese.



Dunebuggy, S/T 2009
Hoboken, NJ

dunebuggy is sugary greatness i stumbled upon a while ago on another blog of greater stature (www.blowyrgourd.blogspot.com) . this is a cassette for sure, and it listens as such, but in all the best ways, just give it a try and you'll see. fuzzy thick garage tones, applied to organ-driven sock-hop blankets. winter will recoil at your new bolstered defenses. snow has yet to see such an adversary. these songs(/covers?) will warm and cool at the same time. its like you've found the ripest haas in this mitten in january. everyone at your next gathering will appreciate such summer in your winter guacamole. test it. dunebuggy is proudly your avacodo.




Yuck, S/T 2011
_______, NJ

yuck is fucking awesome. so much better than i think they even know. solid songs, this doesn't sound like the pixies, but if you are in that mood i think they would satisfy. this album is so good, thought i must admit that i love the slacker jams, and miss something when some of the ballads play, they are good but the energy just doesn't do as much for me, but then i've always been that type. someone once called me emotionless. maybe she was right. or maybe she was just a giant piece of shit, and yuck has yet to figure themselves out as a sensitive entity, not that i care, because as a fuzzy defected, just-enough, pop, i think they are delicious. and full of replay value, that is why i have dubbed them your turkey. maybe something peppered, or mesquite.




Charles Bradley, No Time For Dreaming 2011
Gainesville, FL

a sandwich can be made, or broke by its bread. this one requires something hearty, flavorful, and textural. something with some oats, and nuts, and maybe lightly toasted. charles bradley is it. this is a soul record that just came out, or maybe not even out yet, but no matter, you will have trouble believing that is anything less than 35 years old. sharon jones is ok, but CB is single handedly restoring credibility to soul in the current. this record is classic, and relevant. The man's fingers grace the pages of all the greats, and picks up all sorts of little fragments, swallows them and then belts out his unforgettable voice all over you, displaying glimmers of solomon burke, al green, david ruffin, sam cooke, otis redding, james brown, and just about every one else who has ever SANG the blues. i may listen to this record for the rest of my life. just like brownberry oat nut, i don't want it everyday, i just don't ever want to NOT have it. your bread.

add your own lettuce, i can't bear to compare art to lettuce.

happy mlk day

love,

daver

hey

yeah, yeah, yeah.

swimsuit, detroit? MI

this is a demo from swimsuit, featuring local pop royalty fred thomas. its really cool. i like the songs alot. so will you. surf-y, sleepy, good, sweet, songs. get it.


funk! really good funk, and i know its hard to believe, but this is fucking great. really great players on really great tracks.


lettuce, rage! 2007

get to this



new stag hare cassette! still kinda tribal, but more like drowning than before. like some right of passage that has gone completely wrong, or just right. either way this is great.

pearls....

Prince Rama - Shadow Temples 2010

i have to be honest, i don't know shit about Prince Rama, other than i stumbled upon this on a blog finer than this one a week ago and have listened to it almost everyday since, and that it is on paw tracks.

this record is every bit drum circle-y, freak-out-y, chant-y, and the rest of the expected made up adjectives. chants, tribal drumming, organs, hordes of reverb and delay. this almost makes me feel as good as when i first heard stag hare. similar application is fitting. sleeping, smoking, drugging, and other general laying about. if you took ambien, got your dirty little mitts on a cool pillow, and good blanket and found a nice corner of the room, you might just become a butterfly already. this is so epic, and stupid (in a good way) at the same time.

if the world worked as it should, we would all be sweating, and swaying amidst some violent orgy to this strange heap. actualize, now!




James Blake - Klavierwerke Ep

james blake, well...

imagine if all those dubstep artist weren't so disposable, repetetive, and reflective of one another. if they had not taken themselves so seriously that they ultimately made a joke of themselves. imagine if pitchfork didn't destroy any of their credibility by deifying them. (honestly, i don't read it, but i imagine pusherfork is blowing this up right now).
imagine if dubstep had replay value that lasted more than 48 hours, and a sense of musicality and melody. just imagine yourself downloading this, and thanking me later. your homework or social networking may never be the same.

bugs and kisses,

baby d

p.s. i apologize for the writing quality, or total lack there of--lately. i just have not had my head on straight. bear with me. i am trying to make up for it with more posts, until i can get out of the slump. i got a wicked case of the monday's in august and can't seem to shake it. taking vitamins and everything, what more do you want from me modern psychology?

random stuff

don't fret. halloween mixes coming soon.

in other notes,

a post to debut a new section, that i would like to consider, "summer is when you make it."

dance, fun, party, bright, funky things. tropical things. sweaty things. old things, new things. light hearts and heavy feet. winter is inhumane around here in so many ways, that a charge must be lead. italo disco, tropicalia, house, and stupid shit will be our occasional electric bedmates. gotta stay warm somehow, right. let us drink......

El Guincho


el guincho is man-meets roland sp404 + beautiful melodies + some great sample material.
if you don't know of his work, then you don't know me personally, because i can't shut up about him. seriously, those in proximity have had to hear me expound at great length on
the first record's boundless virtue. and i just got the new one a month ago or so.

pablo diaz-rexia is el guincho, and is also a member of coconot. which if you are also unaware of then you need to find, or wait for my lazy-ass to post. ah fuck it, i will give you an album of theirs as well.



alegranza! 2008




pop negro 2010


coconot - cosa astral 2008


enjoy lovers. until we meet again....

davey boy

...went to the store for a pack of smokes.

i know, i know. i am sure that none of you need another absent parent in your life, but fuck you--we're stuck with one another. shut up and enjoy daddy's wealth...

zach hill - face tat 2010

zach hill, though probably most known for his drumming in hella, and his solo records, has played with nervous cop (which is fucking awesome), team sleep, marnie stern, one of omar rodriguez-lopez's many groupos, holy smokes, and those are just a few i know/like with tons more i'm sure. this album is much like his last, noisy, weird, pop with crazy drums and programming? green bricks is worth the download itself. not to say that the rest is disposable, look, just get it.



Salem - King Knight 2010

traverse city, michigan. i know right. anyhow, there isn't much to say. some of you have this, and anyone who doesn't is the reason it is here. j, it still hasn't lost me. thanks.
so, get a bottle of cheap booze, and play this really loud in your room alone once you hit the halfway point of that bottle. you know i detest the terminology, but in the witch house/witch step pools there is probably no finer pedigree.


Catholic Spray/Zyklon Beach - Fruits of the Moon (split cassette) 2010

noisy french garage rock, or so i've read. fucking awesome. this thing sounds so good.

don't even question it.

i know, i suck. let's try and make up for lost time

the residents, the tunes of two cities 1982

well, well, well.... i am trying to keep this short, and with the residents that is proving to be difficult.

artsy, strange, and the second part of a trilogy. what else do you need to know, their background is cloudy, their identities were mostly hidden. visual artists. weirdos. look them up or something.

look, i like it, you might too.



Avey Tare, down there 2010 (not officially yet, i think)

we all know animal collective right? this is avey's new album, and if you were thinking it was going to sound like his last with kria brekken, you are way off. i have only listened to this once, but i thought i heard alot of "feels" on this, which if you think like i do, is no problem at all. either way, i think you should get it.


Eno Moebius Roedelius, after the heat 1978

german. krautrock-y, textural, early electro-y, at times ambient, dreamy, and at times anthemic. the names are on the cover, if you're in you knew by then. better yourself.


Coalesce, Ox 2009

i think they're originally from Kansas City. Post-hardcore-ish, smart, awesome. this is so good. thanks zack. finger their myspace and if you like what you hear then come back for it.



Odd Future presents, Radical 2009

OFTWGKTA! this is rap, and hip hop. everything i want from entertainment. this crew has such a great cast of characters, earl sweatshirt (possibly my favorite mc ever i think), tyler the creator, domo genesis, hodgy beats, mike g, and more. this mixtape listens so well. great flow, fun and funny, sounds good, great rhymes, good beat selection. total disregard for anyone's feelings. so style-heavy it's ridiculous. these guys have it all right. you would be a fool not to get this record.

love,

merlin haggard