Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Mos Def/"24 Hour Karate School"
Beck's Record Club/Skip Spence's Oar
Friday, December 18, 2009
Winter Mix-In a Recession
*disclaimer: The songs in this mix are songs that I enjoy and figure people should hear. If you own the copyright and want them taken down, please contact and I will do so.
The Holidays are an emotional running in from the cold. A time to warm near a fire place, eat until stuffed, and pass along some long overdue love in form of material gestures. Today, in 2009, it is a greater struggle to the confront the chill that Winter poses. The contrast between gloom and cheer is never more apparent than in the month of December.
In a Recession, isn't depressing or pessimistic; however, it starts with the understanding that it is cold outside, it is poor outside, it is hard to live during the Winter. As the mix plays, it, like us, seeks refuge in warm tone and Holiday flavor. Due to time constraints, it isn't a fine tuned mix; but, In a Recession is a rough sketch of how this time of the year feels to me.
May we never be too proud to come in from the cold and accept a warm meal. Once inside, may we never forget what it was like to freeze, nor, hide from what it means to live.
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winter mix- in a recession (68mb)
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Best of '09: Animal Collective/Merriweather Post Pavilion
Tons has been said about Animal Collective's Merriweather Post Pavilion, so its hard for me to say something that hasn't been already. I suppose, when you set aside the record itself, this album is far larger than the sound Avey Tare (David Portner), Panda Bear (Noah Lennox), and Geologist (Brian Weitz) created. This album marks the emergence of a creative powerhouse. From the cover/packaging to the actual music itself, nothing is bland and nothing is expected. Most writers always solute the blank page. The idea that the power within any creater is the ability to make something out of nothing. When listening to music (especially the basic variety) you can usually come to the conclusion of how one achieved the sound. Try doing that with any song on Merriweather Post Pavilion. I can remember upon first listen wondering how the fuck a band could conceptualize such an intricate sound. Animal Collective, like everyone else, started with a blank page and through whatever process made intricate electronic music palatable to the masses.
"My Girls" descends from the universal unknow to a shimmering array of vocal harmony and wet percussion that expresses an apologetic need for simplicity, "there isn't much that I feel I need/a solid soul and the blood I bleed/But with a little girl, and by my spouse/I only want a proper house." SImplicity in ethos, but, never in its musical expression, MPP contains songs that need multiple lessons. I remember giving my brother, college age, the CD already knowing that this disc best plays to the ears of those that aren't still hearing "Poker Face" on a weekly basis (my brother doesn't subriscribe to the GaGa but its party music and hears it nonetheless) I thumbnailed a few tracks for him, noting my infatuation with "Brother Sport" and that it is a "song that grows on you." A month later when we met up at Coachella, I asked him what he thought of MPP. He liked it...nothing special,but, he liked it. Perhaps he didn't get it. I asked about "Brother Sport." He claimed it was the song he liked the least. This couldn't be true. "Brother Sport," in a panicked spurt of description, is fire, it is revolutionary, it is my favorite. He needed another listen. I countered with simply playing it on the way to the festival. I can't remember his exact words, but, I do remember him realizing what made the song so special. Its magic lying within the prolonged build up of electronic twinkle to then drop off into resonate vocals and light tribal percussion. This traditional song structure plays like that of a great realization and is the most potent way to arouse emotion. Perhaps my brother didn't understand it to this degree, but, he absolutely felt the wonder.
Merriweather Post Pavilion is full of these moments. So it is no surprise, that Animal Collective orchestrated an album that was talked about, mulled over, understood, and misunderstood. Amidst the pumping bass, Beach-Boy-like vocal harmony, and electronic sampling, Animal Collective calmly says, "all you need is your mind and a few simple tools to be something special."
To the blank page.
Animal Collective:: Brother Sport
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
WU LYF/"Heavy Pop"
Alex Bleeker and the Freaks/"Oh Boy" (girls cover) ft. Molly Sarle
J. Tillman/Townes Van Zandt Cover
Mos Def/"Supermagic"
Million Young/"Hammock"
Futurebirds/EP
Moon Duo/"Stumbling 22nd St."
Po Po/"Knife Iz Yung"
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Lunatic Mix 5: Light Years
Fever Ray/ "Now's the Only Time I Know" (j-wow remix)
Friday, December 4, 2009
Vivian Girls/"He's Gone" (chantels cover)
James Franco: Performance Art
Salvador Santana/"Keyboard City" (dan deacon remix) [ft. gza]
Sleigh Bells/"Infinity Guitars" on Tunnelvision
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
'09: Real Estate, S/T
Writing in the blogosphere can start to seem like a cut and paste affair: "I read this, I found this" Drag, Right Click, COPY, Right Click, PASTE, type three grabbing lines of information, and POST. But, that's not why I started my blog. I started the ZenLunatic to be about my taste. I want it to sound from me.
So, in an effort to make my 2009 taste-making more genuine, I have organized a format in which I will post my favorite albums of 2009. In the same vain as Aquarium Drunkards' Decade Piece, I will consistanty post my favorite albums in no particular order from now (end of November) to the end of the year. My goal is that these albums feel as happenstance of a discovery as they did when I first put the disc in my car CD player.
2009 served as a moment in my life where I was clearly starting to define my taste in music. I started ZenLunatic in March of this year , originally out of boredom and fear (to do something meant you weren't failing). So every morning, when I found myself out of work, in my sweat pants, and wired from too much coffee, I wrote about music. It started simply because. As I continued to explore and dig deeper, I found myself exposed to another universe of artists, genres, and creative possibilities. The world of music, as experienced via the web, is an energizing and hopeful place where artists communicate and survive all while remaining dreamers. I hold fast, that our likes and dislikes (opinions) are the guards to what food, what music, what art, what film, what people might come asking to take residency in the place that makes you, you. While exercising my ability to discover within the Clear Channel-less realm of music, I learned that finding what you like and don't like is the same as finding who you are. The following albums are the ZenLunatic.
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I've said it this multiple times this year, but, I'll say it again: "Real Estate is my favorite band to emerge in '09." I consider myself a young buck to the music game and Real Estate makes a good companion. Themselves having only been active since 2006, their first volume of material didn't hit the web, vinyl, and disc until this year. From Jersey, the band creates a sound rooted in the Shore. Not the Shore that has been showcased on MTV's True Life (jager bombs), but, the Jersey Shore that strikes any westerner as a contradictory idea. Oceans get cold? Sand can be covered with snow? As contradictory as frigid beaches might sound, so does Real Estate's music.
The album maintaina a common thread of low key optimism that doesn't promise you anything but would never think of taking anything away either. "Beach Comber" is the corner stone of the record, a song about a Beach Comber (the dudes that scan the beach with a metal detector). Analogous to the beach comber is every young human finding their way through life and everyday altering what it is they ultimately value. What is it that we are looking for? Through the multitudes of sand, the excitement and anticipation of finding grand treasure, we realize we are happiest when just looking. Hence, the music follows the lyrical content in rejoicing in a beach sway like a breeze through Palm leaves. "Beach Comber" states the ethos of Real Estate.
Real Estate rests upon their laurels of melodic, low key, and lo-fi indie rock. Real Estate's music is carried primarily by the fresh sound that Martin Courtney has brought out of his guitar. Aquatic, much, like the reflection of a swimming pool, the guitar seems suspended, but always moving. Melodic and upbeat but never overtly optimistic, weather in lyric or instrumentation, Real Estate's s/t never cuts too deep, nor, steps on your toes with idealism. It simply creates a nostalgic backyard BBQ environment where the sun is out and the vibes are chill.
Small Black/"Despicable Dogs" Video
Monday, November 30, 2009
'09: the Black Lips, 200 Million Thousand
Writing in the blogosphere can start to seem like a cut and paste affair: "I read this, I found this" Drag, Right Click, COPY, Right Click, PASTE, type three grabbing lines of information, and POST. But, that's not why I started my blog. I started the ZenLunatic to be about my taste. I want it to sound from me.
So, in an effort to make my 2009 taste-making more genuine, I have organized a format in which I will post my favorite albums of 2009. In the same vain as Aquarium Drunkards' Decade Piece, I will consistanty post my favorite albums in no particular order from now (end of November) to the end of the year. My goal is that these albums feel as happenstance of a discovery as they did when I first put the disc in my car CD player.
2009 served as a moment in my life where I was clearly starting to define my taste in music. I started ZenLunatic in March of this year , originally out of boredom and fear (to do something meant you weren't failing). So every morning, when I found myself out of work, in my sweat pants, and wired from too much coffee, I wrote about music. It started simply because. As I continued to explore and dig deeper, I found myself exposed to another universe of artists, genres, and creative possibilities. The world of music, as experienced via the web, is an energizing and hopeful place where artists communicate and survive all while remaining dreamers. I hold fast, that our likes and dislikes (opinions) are the guards to what food, what music, what art, what film, what people might come asking to take residency in the place that makes you, you. While exercising my ability to discover within the Clear Channel-less realm of music, I learned that finding what you like and don't like is the same as finding who you are. The following albums are the ZenLunatic.
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Rambunctious.
Jumping on the bed. Cutting Class.
Fucking in the back of a car. Quitting your job.
Deviant.
You know an album and band for that matter is good when it/they make you feel proper and reserved. The Black Lips shook my universe with the release of 200 Million Thousand earlier this year. Spontaneously brash, irrational at times, but contradictory with clear musical decision making the Black Lips showed turthful this year. 200 Million Thousand likens to a more hip version of the Stones' "Exile on Main" and highlights one of 2009's biggest statements: Apathy is the new Fuck You.
The first track, "Take My Heart," showacases Cole Alexander's vocal style with his echoing howl of apathy. Energetic "woo" and guitar whale creates a flailing atmosphere of carelessness. The Black Lips channel spook and gloom in "Trapped In A Basement" with ailing vocals and a waltz that sounds confidently mad, lost inside a house with too many doors and not enough rooms. Ultimately, "The Drop I Hold" is Alexander's greatest lyrical accomplishment and the bands best mood on the album. The track is a Basketball Diary-esque love poem to a drug. The bass line drips in rhythme with Alexander's flow. The guitar's subtle twang adds to the eerie fatalist mood:
feel so lame/what a shame/smoke my brain/got no name/it's insane/what a game/pulled by the pain/will it wain?/nine times out of ten/ain't got no money/But the gods make it fuckin' rain
All of 200 Million Thousand is gripping and inspiring. It feels accessible and friendly even if it sounds conflicted. Its through the struggle that the Black Lips channel a rhythm, flow, and attitude that says "its OK not to give a shit."
"History" Live on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon
Cheerleader (neon indian remix)
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Citay/"Careful With That Hat"
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Fucked Up "Couple Tracks"
Monday, November 23, 2009
King Midas Sound Fact Magazine Mix 103
Animal Collective "What Would I Want Sky?"
Mountain Man "Animal Tracks"
Monday, November 2, 2009
The (k)Now
beck/charlotte gainsbourg "heaven can wait"
Recently, Beck made a record with French Actress/Singer Charlotte Gainsbourg. The first track, "IRM" perferated the blogosphere in late summer. The song's production implicates Beck's involvement but there are no actual vocals that place him in studio (although he absolutely was). Proof is in the pudding, but, no writing on the wall...Until the second helping off of IRM, "Heaven Can Wait," scribbles all over the proverbial wall with lipstick and spray paint "BECK WAS HERE." Beck and Gainsbourg elegantly merge their vocal mojo in a track that likens to most material off Sea Change.
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real estate "fake blues" & "basement"
Real Estate performed new track "Basement" (as captures by Ray Concepcion) at Piano's in NYC for CMJ and "Fake Blues" at Pitchfork Showpaper Benefit. "Basement" carries the common thread of aquatic, ever expanding guitar that makes Real Estate so pleasant. While "Basement" lingers before shooting for the moon, "Fake Blues" seems to start mid flight. The Pitchfork Showpaper Benefit set includes a performance of Ducktails' "Mall" and is available for free download at Pitchfork.
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dum dum girls "play with fire"
Buzzsaw band Dum Dum Grils create a teasing and distant sounding cover of Rolling Stone's dingy "Play With Fire." With tasteful and purposeful decisions the band create a sonic current or stretch of road with the elongated "fire" that leaves lead singer's, Dee Dee, mouth. While I wish more of the lyrics were audible, that's not in the Dum Dum Girl's vain; playing it the way they hear it.
stream> dum dum girls:: "play with fire"
Monday, October 26, 2009
The (k)Now
real estate "black lake"
Another video from Jersey's Real Estate. The band played at CMJ last week and all the classy basement fun was captured by Chocolate Bobka. Real Estate's live footage adds to the charm of the band and is more essential than most of their LP's.
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them crooked vulture "new fang"
Them Crooked Vultures composed of Homme, Grohl, an Jones is a no brainier on paper (at least to me). The band can't fail in the rock world. Whether it is critically acclaimed is another issue and the band's first song "New Fang" is the critics most tangible piece of material. The track is riff frantic, carries a nice swing pace, and Homme always makes rock and roll sound ghastly. "New Fang" doesn't break down any walls and I hope this is one of the more instrumentally mild tracks. As safe as this song sounds, I am sure it is safer to spend $14 for the whole S/T LP out November 17th...so head to your nearest Best Buy.
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Distortion in music is mostly associated with what was considered as grunge, or, punk; and gets overused by most alternative styles in an effort to add an edge or aggressive quality to what would normally be listened to as soft. This year specially, I have heard far more lo-fi infused songs/groups. Now add distortion to one's populist palette. "A/B" Machines by Brooklyn's Sleigh Bells, is a hook heavy, indie car guitar driven explosion that takes drum distortion to new lovely brutal level. "A/B Machines" can be found on Sleigh Bells' CD-R called Magic Metal.
Sleigh Bells:: A/B Machines
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g vs. b halloween mix
Mixtape scary weirdness from the scene, Gorilla vs Bear. They claim this is no party mix (they are right), not even, a mix to get ready to; but, its definitely a music equivalent to a ghost story. So when the night is winding down, bust out the flashlights and scare the shit out of all your friends with this mix.
gorilla vs. bear halloween mix 09 (29mb)
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the mantles "bad design"
I can't get sick of rushed sounding music. While I would never assume no effort went into The Mantles new track "Bad Design," their sound is lazy, ambivalent, and unimpressed with everything (even themselves). It is an amazingly spontaneous attitude that I can most accurately be describe as how you feel waking up after a day of making mistakes. "Bad Design" the A-side on the Bad Design "7 is limited to 300 copies and available here.
The Mantles:: Bad Design
Monday, August 24, 2009
The (k)Now
Friday, August 21, 2009
The (k)Now
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
sic alps
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
more of The Very Best
Monday, August 17, 2009
look alive
Thursday, August 13, 2009
The (k)Now
Monday, August 10, 2009
I Got it On Vinyl!
The front cover of With a Little Help From My Friends is the typical characteristic of Joe Cocker with his puddy face molded into distortion beneath a twisted head of hair. Ironically, it is a picture of just Cocker, leading me to wonder, “With a Little Help from My Friends…where are the friends? Why isn't there a picture of Joe Cocker and his buddies in a group hug, all smiles, skipping around in circles, maybe one friend bent over in laughter, looking at the camera as if to say, ‘only if you were in our group of friends, you would get the joke." This isn’t the case and I believe this irony keeps the album sounding honest. This album is all about Joe Cocker and that is understood by the front of the jacket. However, where there is Joe, you best believe there are a collection of musicians and artists (his friends) backing him up when is voice wont stretch as far or taking a step back, allowing him to roam into the oddest of territory.
Flip the cover and you'll see just who managed to come around for a good friend. Cocker was accompanied by an arsenal of whose who musicians: Matthew Fisher, Henry McCullough, Chris Stainton, B.J. Wilson, Stevie Winwood, Mike Kelly, and Jimmy Page. If you recorded with a collection like that, you better name the album something about friends, friendship, or buddy-o-pals. Just below their respective pictures is a listing of each track with detail credits of each person's contribution to the respective song. Notable are the hand full of covers like Dylan’s “Just Like a Woman,” and of course Paul McCartney and John Lenin’s “With a Little Help From My Friends.” Whether Dylan, McCartney, or Lenin were friends were in Cocker's speed dial (or Roladex to be era-correct), their music appears on Cocker's album because of what they meant to him. Through the multitude of talent on the page and in the air, it is made clear that this album was a group effort even if it was to prop up one man.
This particular Cocker album, isn't all around exceptional and perhaps isn't his best work. This album is less about what the music sounds like and more about what it represents. As a result, I am not going to dissect the album but merely point out what makes this album special (insert sentimental line about friendship). The album jumps off to an amazing start with "Feeling Alright," which next to the title track, ”With a Little Help From My Friends,” is my favorite song on the album. "Feeling Alright" does exactly that. It’s boisterous, it’s energizing, and it’s celebratory with soulful back up vocals. It sounds like it was recorded in a room full of people that all agree to feel one way only. Rivaling “Feeling All Right” on the a-side is "Marjorine." It’s a perfect example of how a strong supporting cast can allow an artist room to breathe and explore. Joe Cocker and friends create a schizophrenic rambling of obsession. As a listener you are forced to wonder does this woman exist at all, does it matter that she might not, does it make this man any less vulnerable. Cocker's obsession and fixation of this woman, true or imagined, leaves him vulnerable and the quirky track he sings over helps make some sense of the madness that surrounds her. The song comes to a bouncing conclusion that feels like a fleeting moment of increased chaos. There is resolution in more madness and there will never be clarity regarding Marjorine.
The B-side achieves exactly the same as the a-side, with songs that make up a harsh bark exterior, surrounding those that ooze of sappiness. While heartfeltness is always apart of friendship, the sentimental songs poke holes in the momentum that songs like "Feeling Alright" and "Marjorine" create. The highlights of the b-side are "Sand Paper Cadillac" and the title track, “With a Little Help From My Friends.” "Sand Paper Cadillac" is a doomsy expedition to self-freedom, "my call is to be free...and it’s calling escape out of me." The piano tip toes past the guitar guard of our own prison and in brightening moments gives us a glimpse of what it is like to be free of ourselves. “With a Little Help From My Friends,” the title track, Beatles Cover, Wonder Years theme, however you can relate to it, is the epicenter of the album. It comes out at you from a distance with a maudlin guitar riff, then tumbles with a roll on the tom drums, and is accompanied by Joe Cocker's whiskey soaked voice singing, "What would I do if I sang out of tune?/would you stand up and walk out on me?/Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song/And I'll try not to sing out of key." Like in "Feeling Alright," Joe is backed by soulful back up singers Madelene Bell, Sunny Wheetman, and Rosetta Hightower, "I get high with a little help from my friends/Gonna try with a little help from my friends." Like Cocker and the original authors of the song, I often wonder what if my talents are self aggrandized or imagined, what if I "sang out of key," what do I do when I am single and alone, what would I do if I didn't have my friends to humor me? For me, I don't think it’s ever a question of if but when. When I speak out of turn, or take up too much of the conversational stage do my friends tolerate me? Do they ever walk out? Fortunately, they have never walked out, and still sit to listen to my continuous song.
Perhaps I've taken it to far, made it too personal, put words in Joe Cocker's mouth, made this album far more sentimental than it should be, further exemplifying my hypocrisy (are there holes in me because I sometimes sing sappy songs). However, beyond the neurosis, is the grounding idea that perhaps that’s what music intends to inspire. It can allow us to contemplate, to over analyze, to use as a catalyst for self-examination. To call this the power of (music), is to simply assume that it isn't apart of. Music and its interactive property is a part of life and we, along with the creators, share in its power. It’s a part of my persistent over analysis, ability to think, to speak, to write loosely, to collect records, watch the 2009 Dodgers, and drink Tecate on a lazy Sunday. It is within this room to breath that everything comes easier, sounds sweeter, and looks brighter. Whenever I run into a Marjorine, feel alright, or scale the walls of myself, it's always with a little help from my friends.