Today’s SOTD is from very young talent out of Saskatchewan. This is a hot summer song, if ever I heard one. Here’s Colter Wall with Sleeping on the Blacktop.
I’m over cooked from a friend’s Italian-Lebanese wedding all day yesterday so time for a mellow electro number for a quieter Monday. Here’s Gramatik and Unfallen Kingdom.
Ever since I posted Fever Ray’s Mercy Street I’ve been keeping an ear on her work. I must say, I’m becoming a fan. I even went so far as to follow her on Instagram (in true fan-style).
Here she is with Coconut, for a song of the Sunday.
I was walking home in “feeling like 40 degree” weather yesterday when this song came on. I thought to myself “Wow, this is a hot, hot summer song.” Hot as in summer heat and also kinda hot.
Here’s Hot Chip with Night & Day. Isn’t it weird that, to date, I haven’t posted any Hot Chip?
Hey, have you ever wanted to drink soda pop through your ears? Here you go. You’ll want to strap on headphones for this one and consider them straws.
You know those days where you feel pensive and maybe even a little wistful? There’s Emancipator for that. Haven’t heard from them since “First Snow” was posted (back when snow was still falling).
Here they are again, this time with “Anthem.”
Today’s SOTD is a double feature because I’m highlighting someone whose work I can’t narrow down to one song. One album, maybe. The album, in this case would be Horses, circa 1975.
I had this album cover framed and hanging on my bedroom wall back in the ‘80s. Recognize this famous photo by Robert Mapplethorpe?
First up is the title track, Horses, a song I couldn’t stop replaying back in the day because of its adlibbed prose. The other track is a more familiar one and my young self thought it so jaw-dropping and so hot because here was a woman singing about having sex with … *gasp*… another woman! Without further ado, here’s Patti Smith with Horses, followed by Gloria.
Today’s SOTD is also a VOTD. It’s a trip through the solar system of our inner selves and cells. It’s a biological journey through space. No, really. Check it out. Here’s Jon Hopkins with Everything Connected.
Who better to usher in the angst of the ‘80s than UK poet and dark/new wave pioneer, Anne Clark. Here she is with Sleeper in Metropolis. If this isn’t a time-sound machine direct to 1983, I don’t know what is.
On a personal note, today marks 1.5 years of sobriety. I can now say years, plural. Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.
I’m at that point in my rewrite where I’m in my teens and it’s the 1980s again. So, you can expect an ‘80s theme in the coming posts as I try to immerse myself in that era (and angst). For now, there’s this song called Meet Me In The Woods, by Lord Huron. I ran to this last night and on my runner’s high it struck me as golden. Admittedly, I was also on a bit of a post-writing high. My Olympia typewriter is like magic from another dimension.