#176 of 366: It’s Called: Freefall, Rainbow Kitten Surprise

“Called to the Devil and the Devil did come, I said to the Devil, “Devil, do you like drums?” do you like cigarettes, dominoes, rum?, he said, “only sundown, Sundays, Christmas”, some days end when I need a few friends, now and again, I could never hope to keep them, thought to give friends what I thought that they wanted, never had they needed a good friend as I’ve been, don’t get me venting on friends who resent you, ’cause all you’ve ever done is be a noose to hang on to, they thought was a necklace, and reckless, they fell into hell, where you both hang with nothing to do, scratch kick, let gravity win like, fuck this, let gravity win like, you could leave it all behind, even the Devil need time alone sometimes, you could let it all go, you could let it all go, it’s called free call, it’s called free fall”

This is a fun little two and a half minute folksy jaunt! I enjoy the percussion on this one! I’ve mentioned before sometimes it’s fun to do a listen through focusing on a certain instrument. Simple cymbal taps and bass hits. It’s great to build around.

Hope you’re well my friend! Maybe grab a 15 minute nap today. Recharge. Take that time for you.

Be good, do good.

#175 of 366: Haircut, Petey, Miya Folick

I was struck by the number of this post as I sat down to write it. One-hundred-seventy-five days have passed since New Year’s Day? It was a blur.

Being the self-reflective sort, I asked myself in that moment…”are you happy with where you are? Have you reached any goals that you set for yourself back then?”

The obvious thing that popped into my head was “I’m overjoyed to see the blog is still happening on a daily basis!” In a way it’s both a measure of how busy/tired I am (short miniscule posts) and how introspective I am at times (deep dive into lyrics and their perceived meaning as it pertains to bettering the human race). These things ebb and flow like everything else. All things in balance!

In some ways though, I am disappointed. I am going to be gentle with myself here though, because this school year was a bear. Summer break is longed-for.

“I was in a quarter-life crisis and I couldn’t explain, I been feelin’ so different about all the same things, remember that summer that I shaved my head, just to prove that I had control over somethin’?, I played the Sims ’til I was 21, I had a little life that I always wanted, ’til you dragged me along to your best friend’s party, where the conversation always started with, “hey there, darlin’, did ya get your haircut?”, I think I cut damn near every last one of ’em, I’ll make jokes when I’ve been feelin’ uncomfortable, am I alright? I really think I’m in trouble”

I both need time for nothing and time for production with school coming to a close. I’m pondering a moto-camping journey somewhere. I had this big NYS tour planned…and even now part of me says SEIZE THE DAY regarding it…but another part of me feels like that would be shoe-horning it in because it’s something I want to do at some point. Just blockheaded stating “THIS SUMMER” when it’s probably not the best course of action, it just feels mostly “let the wind blow me where it may” longing for summer/freedom.

Part of me also says longing for things is the same as chasing them. I’m trying to be more in the moment on the day to day, so I don’t wanna be ’bout that life.

Friday evening thoughts. Hehe!

Be good, do good. Love ya.

#holycrapwhatafind of made my entire weekend already, Iniko

RED ALERT discovery here! I stumbled across Iniko on TikTok and man, my algorithm slaps!!

This song weaves such a gorgeous sonic tapestry. I know that sounds INCREDIBLY fucking flowery, but I’m telling you…listen to the song. You’ll see what I mean.

“I will be one of the greatest, that is a vow, yeah, that is a promise, always wanted to be famous just being real, yeah, just being honest, my haters gon’ always be nameless, give them no clout, i give them no power, creators built different, they ancient, sooner than later, all will be ours, I keep an eye out for the numbers, I stay in contact, synchronization, to infinity, even beyond it, I am a comet, no destination, a lot of things I am above and there are a lot of things that are above me, do not come for the people I love, ’cause then I get scary, then I get ugly, yeah”

Take a dip into their catalogue AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. They’re that good!

BGDG!

#172 of 366: Promises, Many Rooms

“is this the part where you speak your mind, your mouth is blurring the lines, and have you done what you can to destroy all my plans, or have you just started, and oh, how beautiful a lie, when it makes you feel like you can fly, and your wings are made of paper dreams, and paper futures”

Such a great voice on Brianna Hunt. Love the guitar on this track too!

Hope you can find some heat relief today! Be good, do good!

#171 of 366: Yellow Roses, Ilsey

“You brought me yellow roses, I wanted red, I want your warmth and closeness, I’m not your friend, oh, and some other love, she is the fortunate one, you’ll give her all that I want, and I’ll get nothing, nothing, but dreams in the night, flowers that wither and die, chasing impossible skies, into nothing, nothing”

What a beautifully melancholy lament. Right. In. The. Feels.

I was thinking of how short my recent posts are and I just reminded myself “that’s where you’re at right now”. I like to do some interpretation and narrative maybe about the songs I discovered, but with the school year winding down and things go go go, sometimes little snippets are ok! We’ll be “back to our regularly scheduled programming” in terms of some writing soon.

Hydrate!

BGDG.

#170 of 366: You and I, Caribou

“You can take your place up in the sky, I will find a way to carry on down here, just as long as you are here, we can only make it if you try, there’s a reason why it’s calm down here, come and whisper in my ear”

It’s been a while since I’ve said a song was a vibe, so I’ll return to form here for this one!

Just a really cool mix all the way through. Hope you enjoy!

BGDG!

#168 of 366: stonington, Alice Kristiansen

“Getting stoned again, dreaming about Stonington, little town by the sea, when the days get on, and I can’t seem to carry long, I hear its salty song call out to me, there is music in the boatyard by the dock, and there are rose hips, if you wait long enough, walls of pine lining every block, a horizon co-signed by God“

I first found Alice on YouTube, gosh, a lot of years ago it feels like. Gorgeous voice and some really good songwriting. Hopefully setting a chill vibe for your weekend.

Be good, do good.