James Blake, whatever, let’s forget about that support slot. This is the story of Kung Fu Kenny, and his adventure for… whatever it is he’s fighting for (Hint: It shines bright like a star).
2017 was one long week, hurtling by like a loose carriage. I’m still looking for myself in the wreckage. I hum as I do, because music keeps us together, at least that’s what we hope.
Monday: Migos – Bad and Boujee ft. Lil Uzi Vert
A hearse parked outside, tires caught in snow. It was 5am when they came to pick me up, take me somewhere warmer. I heard no crying as they carried me in my box, maybe they were, but I couldn’t hear them over my own voice, singing to kill dead time. Family and friends heard murmurings of ‘Raindrops, drop tops (drop top), smokin’ on cookie in a hotbox (cookie)’, before they pried open the coffin lid. It’s an easy mistake to make, and Monday’s are always full of mistakes. For everyone. I didn’t get too mad, as ‘my bitch was bad and boujee (bad)’.
Remember 2017? What a year that was, full of twists turns, unease, and further integration into stuffing ourselves into the net. Milano asks you to remember a little bit further, all the way back to mid-80’s Milan… remember then? Remember when? Don’t worry, Daniele Luppi, Parquet Courts, and Karen O will jog that memory of yours, to a time you never were, to a place you never went.
Lie back, forget all the bad times in 2017, in fact, forget all the good times in 2017 too. Kelly Lee Owens is here to let you hear her electronica debut, abandoning indie rock cues for soothing ambient hues. It’s not hard to dance, it’s harder to trance. Here you can do both and feel both, all at the same time. Right on, Kelly Lee Owens.
Tennis sift through the decades of pop, bringing different decades to the forefront with each new album release. They sound like the past, but not in an old crusty sort of way, more like in a comforting nostalgic sort of way. You can warm yourself up with these pop pieces, and the lyrical content is very much of the now. Is it past, or is it present? Welcome to 2017, welcome to 1970, welcome to whenever it is you find yourself listening conditionally to this husband and wife duo’s time spanning musical odyssey. Continue reading
How did they get away with this?! Trumpet and synth player Laura Judd went and put together a jazz ensemble so she could be part of a fully function band. The name of the group, Dinosaur is what surprises me so. Maybe times have changed, maybe nobody cares anymore, but back in the 80’s when Dinosaur Jr got going, they too went by the name Dinosaur. Of course there was already a band going by this name, and legal issues made it a Jr was tagged onto the end. The rest is history, and now we have a new Dinosaur. I guess that story was a long time ago, before I was even born. So it goes. Continue reading