Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Have You Seen This Girl?

. . . if so, tell her to come home. and that she owes forty-three dollars. i miss you baby.

d. a.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

How to Dress Well & Cokc Dokc - 4 EP's










CURRENTLY LISTENING TO

Brooklyn/Koln

i actually stumbled on these ep's, while looking for a way to embed the right type of player for the unsigned stuff. of course i got distracted and began looking at music. good thing i did, because i have been enjoying this for a few days now. these guys must not have a label's interest yet, because if they did and they had some recordings of this caliber i cannot imagine a label allowing them to just give them away.

if you enjoyed the toro y moi post, if you like sigur ros, or many mansions, ambience, dreamy-ness, or if you have a pulse, you will probably be into this. the project refers to itself as "lo-fi shai" i'm not sure what that means but i don't disagree either. really abstract, and melodic, sometimes noisy, great samples. good feelings all over this stuff. r&b, i know right, but i hear it too, though i cannot fully explain why without sounding completely moronic. there are four ep's here, i think i posted them backwards though. i believe friday morning hymnal to be the earliest, and will u sleep to be the latest, in case that matters. and if your experiencing moral issue, intestinal discomfort, or body shame, don't fret--these are also given away by the artists on their blog, which is quite cool, and soundcloud. (howtodresswell.blogspot.com) its way too soon to choose a favorite yet, but they are all really good, and just what i needed this week. hope you think the same. i have also included the artwork for each ep just because i think that is all very well selected, an interesting. enjoy

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Tommy Kelly, Storyville 2008


(not actual artwork)

UNKNOWN/UNSIGNED

Michigan

earnest and honest. this album feels really good. i love the voice, i love the lyrics, guitar tone, and more. but i am not going to sit here and ball-wash this album all day, further discrediting myself than i already have. the last one i kept short and sweet, but here, i am gushing. let myself get all wet over some bedroom discs. no. that's not the case. both of these UNKNOWN/UNSIGNED posts are really good. i listen to a lot of this diy music, and i am not going to bring to you "ok" stuff. written and recorded fall 07 to spring 08, in disneyland, hamtramack. try this.

d

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Brandon P. Mylenek, Brandon's Go Away Dinner 2009


(not actual artwork)
UNKNOWN/UNSIGNED

Michigan

recorded in 2009, in ferndale, MI in about a week. Brandon, on this recording, makes refreshing, catchy songs, with all sorts of style and mood. great drums, interesting vocal processing. catchy. bouncy. fun. weird. i promise, when this ends you will be wishing that there was more of it. sort of electronic, sort of pop-y. very good. enjoy. (note: i am having quite a time finding a way to put up single mp3 players to offer you a sample of the music, as was my intention with the unsigned/unknown posts. sorry. hopefully coming soon.)

a lover's plight


this is going to hurt me a whole lot more than it is going to hurt you.

dilemma is sort of a catalyst in the common american life. or maybe better stated, dilemma is a fuel for the american boy. and he seeks it out sub-consciously, and fills his life with it, and situations that possess a higher likelihood to be purveyors of said "static", in the near future. blah blah blah. this blog is no different. the lack of an agenda, if thats even of any truth, is an agenda in and of itself.

i was speaking with a lovely young women who is a friend of mine, and she mentioned a fimiliar quote to me, that pretty much put me into tailspin of urgency to find a meaning for this and to define that. shit, this sounds so stupid. sorry, i am almost done. anyhow, the quote was this, "writing about music is like dancing about architecture." its quite famous, and somewhat controversial, parttly because no one seems to be sure who said it, but most likely because of its succinct, and profound nature. this reminded me, as many of my conversations with this friend do, that i lie to myself constantly. she is a "no-bullshit," type of person, and i love her for that immensely.

i am wasting my time. i am debasing, and cheapening the art that i depend on so dearly, and love so deeply. and really, i am not sure why.

but i remembered one of the reasons that i wanted to do this, just this afternoon. let's say that i do have an agenda. and maybe that agenda is to bring to you and friends, and others, a different perspective. being a music and art fanatic, is to be open and closed all at once. so maybe i want to establish a rapport, or a relationship if you will, with you so you will trust me when i bring you things that you are unsure of, or maybe just would be closed off to normally. and i know that we have not been speaking long now, but i need to begin that aspect of this immediately for my own selfish reasons. and i don't care if it was elvis costello, or frank zappa, or john cage, or charles mingus, or miles davis, or monk, or burroughs, or martin mull, or who ever the fuck you choose to believe said that. its true. but if everyone in the world gave up on doing anything that seemed, on the surface, to be fruitless and illogical, we would soon have no new albums to discuss and enjoy. no new paintings to absorb, no new books to run to, no films to let wash over us.

being a musician, i have come to realize that recording music, is just as moronic as writing about it. making and playing music, that is the key. to record it is to commit it to a permanance that removes from it the ability to grow and age and change. a permanance that sterilizes and controls, and confines it to one space, one emotion, or tempo, structure or key. a permanance similiar to a hunter having a taxidermist perform his awful deeds to "preserve an animal's beauty." if you must end something's life in effort to record it's virtue, than what have you really done? art should live, and life is not permanent. anyways, enough of that. i am sorry for what i have just put you through, but it was necessary.

without further ado, i bring you the unsigned/unknown division of our posts. also at this time i would like to mention that i would love to get submissions from artists of their own work, for me to listen to, and post. get a mediafire account, and send me a link, mymymanitoba@yahoo.com. with these posts i will keep the writing fairly brief. i just want folks out there to know that there is so much great art out there that is just not being promoted enough for you to come in contact with it. so, here we go.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Great Men are Few.





"lukewarm acceptance is more bewildering than out-right rejection." Dr. Martin Luther King Jr

that will be all now.

love,

dad

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Factorymen, (s/t) EP 2008


SOMETHING DIFFERENT

cleveland, OH

homostupids!

i am not going to say to much about this. its really good, and probably not very known, though it should be. it's some, or maybe all of the guys from the homostupids, which if you do not know who they are, look them up on their myspace, and then go to their blog and buy everything they have ever done. really.

short songs. lo-fi sounds. great vocals. fun. pay them now. also, when you go to their myspace, start linking to their friends, and you will find a wealth of great stuff from this cleveland scene as well as some other mid-west locales. really. i have found a ton of great bands through them. i love when i get the impression that musicians are really making what they want, and not allowing the industry to limit or confine them. i think that the factorymen, and the homostupids are at front of this, standing on line with their piers, and making some of the only truly good stuff out right now really. i know that may sound a bit dramatic. but i don't care. this is an EP i have had for a bit, but it seems as though a new full length is available from both of their bands. get your debit card, and free yourself from boredom.

c man