- Artist: Jaymes Young
- Song: Habits Of My Heart (Sufjan Stevens Remake)
I haven’t danced in my kitchen alone in a long time. But this is is the type of song that would inspire a solo jam between the teapots and stove.
Jaymes Young feels like a mix between Maroon 5 and James Blake, in all the best possible ways.
Speaking of Rape Culture… how about #yesallprisoners?
Interesting that prison rape is a funny joke on TV sitcoms and animated films.
- Artist: Poolside
- Song: Slow Down
- Album: Pacific Standard Time
Today I rode down to the Lakefront path here in Chicago for a meeting at one of the Harbors. (A meeting, right? Sounds vague and mysterious, like a date, or a drug deal? Nope, just a meeting about a future event thingy… on the lake.) As soon as I hit the pavement after exiting my therapist’s gently cooled apartment, I became aware of just what summer can really feel like. With humidity today it “feels like” 91°. So, I cruised gently, without pushing too hard, and when I turned onto the lakefront path and coasted up the harbor, I remembered the swimsuit I didn’t put on under my clothes this morning and was filled with regret.
How I’d love to take the plunge and swim in the still cool waters. Tomorrow morning perhaps… before the sun is high. Till then, I’ll slow down.
I think I can safely say I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite like this before. I’m impressed by both SupaMan’s beat-boxing skills and his dancing, not to mention how he lays down a groove.
I prefer to be hungry and lean
in a state of satisfied emptiness.
I crave a little, but he said, “you like to miss things.”
So I miss you, the way I miss food.
When the dish is served, I gorge myself
Unafraid of growing too full
because there’s room to spare.
- Artist: Sad Brad Smith
- Song: Love is Not What You Need
Sad Brad Smith is a Chicago artist who I think I must have seen around the neighborhood a fair bit. There’s this one guy who I always see on Milwaukee Ave. He walks by and I and experience this glimmer of memory of his face (which for me, is a common occurrence, as someone with a mild form of prosopagnosia). Looking at the picture on his website, I squint and frown and think to myself, “Yeah, I think that’s him.” But we’ve never met, so I can’t be sure.
It’s sort of like that with false love… a love you haven’t truly met. I’ve felt it so many times and in so many different ways, I sometimes find myself squinting and thinking, “Is that it? Yeah, I think that’s it. It kind of seems like it.”
Except when you feel love in that unmistakeable way, like recognizing someone from long ago, in a crowd. Instinctively you call out their name and they turn and recognize you too. You move toward each other to re-connect. Inside, I’m screaming, “I LOVE YOU!”
Love is not what you need, it’s how you feel.
Alluring and ethereal… Bat For Lashes is a new discovery for me. I hear shades of Kate Bush both in the vocals and the synths+strings. I’m posting the video, because the dancing made it so I couldn’t stop watching.
Kate Bush says she dances as much as she can. I get the impression Natasha Khan does too.