Wishing you all very theatrical changes in the scenery this Friday, friends.
Tag: Indie Rock
Daily Dose: Spoon, “I Can’t Give Everything Away”
A sweet and simple cover of one of David Bowie’s best songs off his final living studio album, Blackstar.
Daily Dose: Wye Oak, “Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)”
Mondays that are holidays still feel like Mondays sometimes.
Daily Dose: PJ Harvey, “Evol (Demo)”
Happy Friday the 13th, my dears.
Daily Dose: Alice Phoebe Lou, “Glow”
Daily Dose: Matthew Fowler, “I’m Still Trying”
I could touch my past, feel the heavy air, hear the branches scratch. I lay lookin’ back.
Daily Dose: Beirut, “Two Blue Eyes (BER-ABQ Version)”
Some songs just feel like warm Friday evenings at 5:45pm.
Daily Dose: The Beths, “Expert In A Dying Field”
How does it feel to be an expert in a dying field? How do you know it’s over when you can’t let go? Can’t stop, can’t rewind.
Daily Dose: Lord Huron feat. Sarah Dugas, “Ton Autre Vie”
Floating into Tuesday like…
Current Obsession: SOKO and AURORA
The thing about burying the people you’re closest to is that cemeteries assume new dimensions. Every patch of grass is personal and every gravestone a headboard, because you envision the ones you’ve loved sleeping peacefully below ground. Or rotting, depending on your mood. Grief is a gray area: you pray for inconsistency and secretly revel in its constant companionship because as long as you hurt, you’re still connected to those you miss.
In this headspace, two songs have been on constant rotation for me. And I do mean constant. The first is “Churchyard” by AURORA from her album Infections of a Different Kind (Step 1). The album is solid, front to back, but this particular song is blasting from my weak iPhone speakers in the morning during makeup application, through my car’s surround sound on the ride to work, and running through my head as I fall asleep. “He told me I belong in a churchyaARD. He told me I could walk away, but I wouldn’t get FaAR.” It’s the perfect pop song with sneaky substance that functions as the tie that binds. If I were Mary Tyler Moore, this would be my opening credit.
If I’m in a mellower mood, I lean on Soko’s “We Might Be Dead Tomorrow” fromĀ I Thought I Was an Alien. I encountered this amazing tune on the dark British comedy series The End of the F**cking World, which has one of the best soundtracks I’ve heard in a long time. Lots of midcentry soulful throwbacks and heartbreaking acoustic currents.
These two songs have been bookends for me this week. Some weeks are more challenging than others, but music is always there to provide context and solace; like when you heat metal–forcing the impurities to surface so they can be cleaned away, music makes the molecules move and friction makes the heat that purifies. As long as the sounds waves vibrate, everything is fine.