tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71431590292808431142024-02-06T23:16:14.051-06:00LOOSE L!PS<center> (sink ships) </center>Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.comBlogger291125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-7521452997707906912020-06-27T15:00:00.000-05:002020-06-27T15:00:52.977-05:00For BJ My friend died two weeks ago.
I’d never had a friend die before. The day I found out (The day he died), I called Diana. I sobbed into the phone. She said some things to calm me down, and she also said what I needed to hear most.“This isn’t about you.”
I went home and I did what I needed to do to get my feelings in check. I wrote this, for one. Since then I’ve grappled with whether or not to Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-13083243781397534372015-05-12T07:18:00.000-05:002015-05-12T07:24:51.165-05:00MainlandI stumbled upon this track during one of my regular, 2am binges into the depth of Soundcloud. Its discovery only justified my insomnia.
Cape Lion are a duo hailing from Sweden, consisting of Carl-Johan Sevedag and Martin Wiklund. They classify themselves as electronic pop; I think of them as a Royksöpp + M83 hybrid. Upbeat electronic melodies are coupled with quality lyricism and vocals, withMikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07496283928752105826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-9993455140592103612015-03-03T12:43:00.000-06:002015-03-03T12:43:42.539-06:00Montréal -40CI’ve been sitting here for half an hour staring at the screen, telling myself I am better than writing about the weather.
Talking about the weather has always seemed like a kind of gateway drug—the first step towards an adult life doomed to small talk and banality. With that in mind, writing about the weather feels unforgivably pedestrian. So I’ve been rehashing and revising, trying to think ofMikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-997801730441302572015-02-06T11:48:00.000-06:002015-02-06T11:48:47.760-06:00See Me
Have you ever had the perfect concert experience? Doors are early, the opening band is great, you can see the whole stage, your favorite beer is on tap, and the headliner plays the obscure b-side you hoped against hope they would?
Ok. Now allow me to one-up you.
Are you familiar with The Wild Honey Pie? They’re a music blog/video production company based out of Brooklyn, and several times a Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-24122544087174388522014-10-28T15:14:00.000-05:002014-10-31T14:08:04.928-05:00Take Care Of YouI'm listening to this song on repeat while doing my best to find some kind of background on the producers. Apparently, it’s a duo comprised of Mazego and Vitesse, two Parisian fellows with a few remixes to their respective names. Combine them and you get Saje, the moniker under which this song was released. The Saje Soundcloud dates back 6 months, while Mazego the solo artist seems to have Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07496283928752105826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-77861310752047854092014-10-17T12:35:00.000-05:002014-10-17T12:35:48.399-05:00Wicked WatersHigh—maybe number one—on my list of “new artists you should know” is Benjamin Booker. Baby, he’s a firework. A force of nature. Fantastic.
The Florida native purveys a mishmash of blues, soul, and garage rock with sprinkles of punk on top. His sound harkens to a point in musical history when rhythm & blues connoted heavy kicks and jazzy guitar licks, before it morphed into the watered-down, Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-58434092051584910342014-10-09T17:43:00.000-05:002014-10-09T22:01:57.523-05:00Human SadnessOne of my most-hated music ticks is when people insist that a song/album “gets better with repeat listenings.” 99% of the time it just means the song is objectively terrible. That said, I'm going to take my foot out of my mouth and tell you that this song genuinely begs more than one listen, if only in order to fully wrap your head around its sonic surfeit.
At 11 minutes long, Julian Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-10019761107006046902014-10-02T20:57:00.000-05:002014-10-02T20:57:07.472-05:00Pre Game Chillout As summer winds to a close, we’re all struggling to find a way to hold onto the dream. Suff Daddy makes it a little easier with this little number, Pre Game Chillout.
The Berlin native captures the sound of 90s West Coast rap oh-so-perfectly A straightforward beat, simple synth melodies and jazzy bassline makes a man want to cruise around in his 6-4. The guitar riffs only add to mixture, aMikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07496283928752105826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-45151642208936254222014-09-23T16:59:00.002-05:002014-09-23T17:02:09.457-05:00Shine A Light
Hello again. After a three year hiatus from LL, I’d like to re-introduce myself via an indispensable track.
As LL’s primary purpose is to promote Goldroom and Flight Facilities, I thought I’d maintain the status quo by promoting the upcoming Flight Facilities album. Doing this without reposting Two Bodies for the millionth time proved to be difficult, however, so I thought I’d delve into one Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07496283928752105826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-23589625450534845012014-09-16T15:08:00.000-05:002014-09-16T15:34:52.798-05:00The Righteous One We’ve all been there: Girl meets boy. Boy likes band. Girl forces herself to like band. It’s a tale as old as high school. Except sometimes it can happen in your mid-twenties. That’s how I—rather appropriately—discovered The Orwells.
Early this year, a guy I was really into told me I should listen to The Orwells. He sold them as “The new Strokes.” I listened. They weren’t. But I was really Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-90650835436686737712014-09-04T22:43:00.001-05:002014-09-05T13:01:34.944-05:00Red Eyes
I’m seeing The War On Drugs this weekend.
I needed to get that out first and foremost, because I’m so stupid excited about it. You know who else is excited about it? My dad. Yes, my dad and I are going to see The War On Drugs together this weekend, and that’s amazing.
It should be noted that this isn’t a common occurrence. At least, it hasn’t been for a decade. In the early 2000s my dad Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-3444652497428349202014-08-29T16:06:00.000-05:002014-08-29T16:06:38.731-05:00Not Your Mom's BBQ
This week’s post was supposed to be a little thinkpiece on Chicago’s suburbia / a love letter to The Orwells, but I got really caught up in making a playlist, so you’re getting that instead. Plus, it’s a holiday weekend, and who wants to read anything of substance over a holiday weekend? Not I. We’ll tackle suburbia next week. In the meantime, here’s a playlist meant to soundtrack your long, Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-19238896309417405852014-08-23T16:48:00.000-05:002014-08-23T16:48:03.570-05:00Till Sunrise
It’s pouring outside, my power is out, and today I saw three cars stuck in a flash flood (which I narrowly escaped). It’s the last weekend of summer and I was ready for some Blue Hawaii vibes, but things are shaping up to be way more Sharknado 2. Thank goodness for Goldroom. His latest track, Till Sunrise, will have you, me, and everyone we know feeling tip top tropical til long after summer Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-35253666544294636112014-08-06T21:17:00.000-05:002014-08-06T21:18:22.978-05:00Somewhere Else Tonight
Before I begin, I want to qualify this by saying that it’s been a LONG time since I genuinely enjoyed a new “banger.” I’ve been way too wrapped up in repeat—nonstop—listenings of The Strokes discography. Sure, there are still club hitz I hold dear to my heart (ALL of Tiesto’s Kaleidescope — not ashamed), but that’s more or less because they elicit ecstasy flashbacks, not because they’re what Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-26028497870792345982014-07-28T22:20:00.000-05:002014-07-29T11:05:36.121-05:00Circles
Ennui has come a long way. What was once a criminally underappreciated four-piece recently morphed into a criminally underappreciated solo project, and with that lineup change has come a sort of renaissance. A loss in member quantity hasn’t proven detrimental to music quality, and in fact Jim Doutrich’s solo transformation has rendered Ennui’s already shimmering soundscapes grander, the Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-19664774058226862662014-07-22T20:34:00.000-05:002014-07-28T22:19:46.434-05:00Time (And Time Again)
LOOSE L!PS' 10 STEPS TO BECOMING A
SUCCESSFUL NEO-FUNK PRODUCTION DUO
AND THE TALK OF THE BLOGOSPHERE
1. Shroud yourselves in “mystery”
2.Release music videos starring other people—namely, black dance crews—causing the media to jump to the conclusion that the stars of the video are in fact you, despite the fact that you have never stated such. Not to mention, loads of music videos star Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-48150854394775873092014-07-14T23:20:00.000-05:002014-07-14T23:21:29.566-05:00All The Rage Back Home
Interpol have released a new single and it is better than it has any right to be.
No, wait, I'm serious. Hear me out.
Interpol was my favorite band for the better part of a decade, but I was ready to admit that the era of my melancholy magnates was over. First there was the departure of enigmatic bassist Carlos D, the Interpol brand’s masthead and only redeeming element of their live show. Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-37980776877671724042014-07-08T19:09:00.000-05:002014-07-08T19:09:26.295-05:00Trainwreck 1979
Hi. This is weird; I thought I was more or less done here. But I’ve been thinking a lot recently, and I might still have it in me. I just needed a motivator. It’s like when Brett Favre retired and then un-retired. Sure, Favre had millions of dollars as his motivator, but the real moral was that he loved the game too much to stay away. There’s some deep metaphor here with me being Brett Favre andMikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-64534921246245609702013-12-18T22:19:00.000-06:002013-12-18T22:23:36.097-06:00Subtle
Big industry awards often frustrate me. Be it the Oscars, the Emmy's, or the Grammy's, the nominees for these types of shows often feel all-too-predictable, seeming more the result of bureaucratic processes than true appreciation. But every once in awhile, a gem of an underdog gets the recognition they deserve in the form of a nomination. This year, we're cheering for Mikky Ekko, the Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-1221377906451460022013-12-13T14:47:00.000-06:002013-12-13T14:48:19.867-06:00Hello AgainHey fellow countrymen, have y'all had enough of the cold weather yet? Me too. But don't worry, I know just what you need: JAMAICA.
Sadly no, I am not running a contest to fly all my readers to paradise, but close. JAMAICA -- the insanely catchy, pop rockin' French duo -- are back after years of doing whatever French musicians do between albums (smoke a lot of cigarettes, look cool, and eat Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-37392528807685165192013-12-11T17:31:00.000-06:002013-12-12T00:54:42.673-06:00HabitsI've gotta stay high all the time to keep you off my mind.
The year's most stressful month has arrived. While you're busy buying Christmas presents and spending too much money on plane tickets trying to get home for the holidays to family you not-so-secretly distain, music writers everywhere are wracking their brains and arbitrary ratings systems to create their all-important Best Of The Year Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-44868088859461723702013-10-09T22:46:00.002-05:002013-10-09T22:46:52.752-05:00With The Winds Of Despair
While yesterday's topic was the phenomena of avoiding a band based solely on their name, today's is the antithesis of that. When a certain "Tiger Forest Cat" showed up in my rarely-checked (sorry) submissions inbox , I downloaded the promo immediately. Normally to make it on to my precious hard drive a strict vetting process of internet streaming occurs, but I went out on a limb here because IMikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-16620223535237785292013-10-08T10:51:00.002-05:002013-10-08T10:55:43.113-05:00Stay
You know when you hear of a band and the lexemic association you place on their name completely overshadows any of their output for you? Like, "Awwwww man, Cake? I hate cake, why would I want to listen to a band called Cake?" Well, if you've ever found yourself in the preceding scenario, you're a sadist. Seriously, who doesn't like cake? But moving on.
Having lived in New York for just Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-12376930890188440832013-10-02T12:01:00.000-05:002013-10-02T12:01:42.542-05:00Real Slow
While our government is crumbling under the weight of its own idiocy, in world news, Australian musicians are still killing it. At least everyone is being consistent, right?
As far as consistency goes, Miami Horror could very well have their picture in the dictionary in under the word, as their brand of sunny, feel-good pop rock never fails to disappoint. With this in mind, we had good Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7143159029280843114.post-78190145251175617152013-09-11T22:11:00.001-05:002013-09-11T22:13:02.640-05:00Embrace
Our man Goldroom is back with his first EP in two years. Luckily, it doesn't feel like it's been that long what with the steady stream of remixes and one-off originals he throws our way...but it's still cause to celebrate. The EP showcases a string of female-fronted pop singles released over the past couple years, and includes the brand new Embrace. It seems Goldroom has saved the best for Mikaylahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08640428714812696974noreply@blogger.com0