Various genres, if you don’t like one, skip to the next one.
Do not skip forward in the track, watch this one through. It’s a story that doesn’t make sense unless you listen to it whole.
It sounds pretty ordinary, until 1:15 when I get full body endorphins. Just that one motif, couched in different chord movements, travels to many subtly different moods in the piece. When they hit the crescendo around the 4 minute mark, I feel physically lighter.
The fact that this is all recorded live makes Snarky Puppy one of my favorite acts.
I love how uncentered this track is; it sounds like an Indian marriage party but talks about codeine and a Supermarket in London while shooting a video in what looks like New Mexico.
Being in advertising, where a client cries foul death if I insert even one instrument that is not in their targeted messaging, it’s nice to listen to music that just takes whatever sounds cool and mashes it all together, and the sum ends up being much more than the parts.
If you don’t normally listen to hip-hop give this a shot.
Shad is a Canadian rapper fighting for/with his identity, as a Christian and as black man. I like how he puts his struggles out there without seeming conceited; a lot of rappers just seem full of themselves. This track is about black identity and how the “mainstream” black identity in North America is a trap for young men there. Some lines:
Scholastic pursuits or the more practical routes
It’s makin’ tracks or it’s hoops or God-forbid movin’ packs for the loot
Even with this music we so limited, it’s rap or produce
And that narrow conception of what’s black isn’t true
My introduction to metal, and an absolutely iconic opening riff. Helped me channel anger into energy in my younger days. I don’t identify as much with metal these days but there are times when I need an energy boost.
The feeling of being in love with all its complexities, anxieties and thrills. This song was released 23 years ago but fits into the sonic landscape of now, that’s how ahead of the curve this woman is.
All these accidents that happen follow the dot
Coincidence makes sense only with you
Another beautiful description of the feeling of being in love. Plugging the Peter Gabriel cover too, arguably better.
My sorry name has made it to graffiti,
I was looking for someone to complete me
Not anymore dear, everything has changed.
This song is clinically proven to grow the corpus callosum. (no it isn’t please don’t post this on whatsapp)
If you liked this, you may enjoy the bassist, Adam Neely, on his youtube channel deconstructing and reconstructing music.
The best singer I have heard. He was inspired by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, but he’s absorbed that influence and made it his own. You know him from Hallelujah, but this track is probably my favorite vocal performance. Starts from a quiet contemplative place, swells to quiet desperation. So much talent but zero grand-standing.
It’s the musical expression of that moment when you hold back tears.
Too young to hold on
And too old to just break free and run
Switching gears to something positive: maybe one of my favorite Tiny Desk concerts, I love how cheesy it is and how they’re all so into it. Such a vibrant sound.
Drummer is a friend of mine, but I’m totally behind the voice they represent. Indian immigrant bands have a wealth of emotional themes and sounds they can bring up, and I’m kicked to see what comes out.
Want to calm the fuck down now? Me too.
Peturbator - Future Club (Synthwave) Warning: Semi-NSFWFH art
Adding this at the last minute since I seem to have gone overboard on the folk, not enough electronic stuff.
I’m not a good dancer but Stromae makes me shake the stuff.
My respect for Vishal Dadlani shot up after I heard this. And Clinton as well, what an inspired composition.
I was involved with the studio production of this first album of his. I personally enjoy his music, although I can’t claim to have heard all his stuff. There are songs I genuinely connected with. This is a lesser-known song but one that resonated with me thematically. Read about Shishunala Sharif, the poet also.
Tinariwen is a Turareg band, a nomadic tribe that is all but stateless and has a history of military conflict. Their songs reflect suffering but also a very grounded will to survive and enjoy. In the context of all that, this song seems to be about a glass of tea.
I’m still circling the meaning, but it takes me to a contemplative place.
Can’t mention Tuareg music without plugging this video of Bambino.
Okay that’s it for now, I hope y’all are keeping mentally healthy this fine Sunday.
Edit: grammar fixations