Linda Perhacs is releasing her first album in 44 years. I’m interested to hear how that span of time changes the creator of “Parallelograms” and if her new album carries the same mysticism.
Perhacs says of writing music, “We get too far out of balance and we must find a way to get back to our polestar. I felt that people needed to be reminded of that. My music isn’t just recreational, it’s not just entertainment. I have a deeper purpose. My soul is giving itself to the people; I want them to be helped, I want them to be lifted.”
Quilt’s forthcoming album sounds warmly psychedellic, something I’m sure I’ll welcome in January.
Xeno and Oaklander - Par Avion
I wish I would have known about this band last month. They would have been a great addition to my Halloween mix. Most of their tracks would fit well into the neverending horror film soundtrack I’m drafting in my head.
Our little boy is wild and wants to climb on everything and bite everything and eat dirt. He’s so cooped up in the city. (So am I).
I first heard Angel Olsen’s music circa 2010 when my folky girl band was scouring myspace for other musicians to book shows with. I heard her recording of “Creator/Destroyer” and was obsessed. We went to see her at The Whistler and she was so good, I was too intimidated to ask her about collaborating, let alone even talk to her. I remember telling everyone to check out her myspace, she was the next great female voice. A bunch of people must have thought the same thing because the music she’s put out since the myspace days has been warmly received. This new track is no exception. Looking forward to hearing more.
I actually really love this.
Miley Cyrus - We Can’t Stop (A Cappella) (Feat. The Roots & Jimmy Fallon) (by BlakMusicFirst)
I’m ashamed to admit I am just now listening to this, as I anticipated its release for so long! There’s something about Bill Callahan’s pacing and phrasing that is so disarming and unorthodox which makes for a complex simplicity. And his lyrics are always perfect.
Still not as good as Sometimes I Wish We Were An Eagle.
James Joyce, The Dead