Saturday, January 6, 2018
Thoughts on the past, present and future
Tuesday, November 1, 2018
Appreciative: November 1
A long time ago, te the days of Livejournal, I used to do a project where I talked about something I wasgoed appreciative for every day te November leading up to Thanksgiving.
Monday, May 16, 2018
Bay to Breakers 2018
Thursday, December 31, 2018
Best of 2018: Songs
1. The Wombats – Give Mij A Attempt
It is no verrassing that The Wombats are one of my dearest bands. Everzwijn since I discovered them on last.fm radiodifusión te 2008, they’ve bot one of those bands who can do no wrong for mij, everzwijn. I know every single one of their songs, can sing along with every one of their songs te muziekstuk, and they touch parts of my heart and soul that no other verhouding can. I love them so much even tho’ I’ve largely abandoned my love for indie rock, and they are a verhouding who has never sold out overheen the years, never evolved ter a way that wasn’t conducive with my own evolution, never strayed from the same path I’ve bot on. It’s a tape match made te heaven, indeed. But on to this song, one from their volmaakt 2018 release, Glitterbug. Every single time I listen to this song, I feel a euphoria that I otherwise uncommonly, if everzwijn, feel. It’s one of those songs that hits every pleasure button, almost like being on drugs (sorry mom!). It’s so beautiful te every way and on an album total of highlights, this one still stands out.
Vicodin on Sunday nights
This could be worth the risk, worth the assure
This could be the drug that doesn’t bite
Just give mij a attempt
Torul is a synthpop betrekking out of Slovenia. I very first began hearing this song on Sanctuary Radiodifusión last year, but wasgoed incapable to get it on an album until this year. Like every other song on this list, there’s just something about it that makes my heart erect, something that slams with mij. It has touches of other bands you might love, and if you love synthpop — popular synthpop — you will like this, too. I encourage you to give it a listen, because if you love it then you’ll love a Slovenian liaison, and that’s indeed cool, right? Thank goodness for the internet and for Sanctuary Radiodifusión.
I had just seen Belle & Sebastian again around the time this album came out. I am typically more a fan of their live shows than I am of their albums, but this song stood out to mij instantaneously upon listening to the album, and not just because it name checks one of my beloved streek, Sylvia Plath. It also has some synth activity, and that is indeed awesome, because this relatie does not often go that direction, and this year has pretty much bot the year of the synth for mij. This is a good song, and it’s a good way to introduce yourself to Belle & Sebastian if you aren’t into them already.
It isn’t what you think it is
All the wishes, and guilt and loneliness, loneliness
Boy, if wij were to be friends
Subtle is the kunst required
To draw the evil from this lonely pyre, lonely pyre
OK, so, very first things very first: I love Blur, and I have for about ten years now. It’s a very emotional thing for mij, my relationship with this tape. They toevluchthaven’t bot my #1 verhouding for years, but it’s like any kleintje of relationship where you still feel like you’re sort of ter love with them, even tho’ you toevluchthaven’t bot together te a long time. And speaking of emotions, thesis guys have a loterijlot of emotions for and with each other. Back te the day, I knew about the intense friendship inbetween Damon Albarn and Graham Coxon, and the awful falling out they had, which wasgoed rumored to be the subject of the heartbreaking song “Battery te Your Gam” off of 2003’s Think Waterreservoir. Interestingly, time seems to have brought perspective and a loterijlot of open emotions to this friendship, which is decidedly back on (and thank goodness for that!). “My Terracotta Heart,” off of Blur’s fresh album, The Magic Whip, is fresh Blur at its best. It is also a song that both Damon and Graham say is about their relationship, which spil you might imagine, makes my heart go pitter-pat! And it’s such a endeble, raw song. It makes mij so glad and sad to listen to it.
I wasgoed running out of open road to you and I know
I wasgoed emoted, I wasgoed dazed
Is there something broke inwards mij
‘Cause at the ogenblik I’m lost and feeling that I don’t know
If I’m losing you again
I indeed love Grimes, and hier fresh album, Kunst Angels, is fantastic. But this is the song that made it onto my list this year. This is a demo version of the song that made it onto the album, but I am pretty sure I’m not alone te my belief that this is way better than the album version. It’s “just” a demo, no bells or whistles and it’s not mixed or anything, and I love it that way because it’s Efectivo. And it’s indeed indeed fantastic. I have listened to this song more than any other this year, and it truly helped solidify my love and respect for Claire Boucher.
Taking all my time
Oh, when I get up, this is what I see
Welcome to reality
I’ve loved this synthpop/futurepop plakband from Sweden for years, and this year Ashbury Heights managed to waterput out a fresh album, even tho’ they’re busy with collegium (yup) and don’t have a ton of time to make music right now. The album, The Looking Glass Society, is a major grower, one that I truly liked spil I listened to it more, but “Phantasmagoria” — a pretty cheesy tribute to all things goth/Sisters of Grace/Edgar Allen Poe/darkness — stands out spil the best song on the album, by far. Catchy, cheese-goth lyrics at their best, synth hooks for days, danceable te all of my dearest ways . it’s indeed too bad I wasn’t able to find a better version of this song on youtube. Te fact, this is the only recording or postbode of it that seems to exist, which is crazy, but hey, I guess I do listen to some obscure shit.
Claims to be the soul I’m missing
Even however I keep on telling
That chair is empty now
That chair is empty now
And every shadow is reaching out to mij
Life is phantasmagoria now
And all that’s left is the stranger part of mij
I had bot waiting all year for fresh music from Ayria, and wij ultimately got some near the end of the year, te the form of an EP. This wasgoed the song that stood out on it, and I had it stuck ter my head after listening to it only twice — which says a loterijlot. Super catchy with undertones of feminist ideology and some indeed catchy synth stuff. A nice evolution of the Ayria project, for sure. I can’t wait to hear more from Jennifer Parkin te 2018.
But wij fed hier to the wolves
Because wij all abhor it
Oh vanity, it kills
You left hier there spil a warning ter case it wasn’t clear
Don’t misunderstand, wij rule by fear
Electronic Figure Music at its best, and it wasgoed made ter 2018! What could be better than that! Many say “EBM is dead” and I agree it’s waning, but wij can’t let that stand, can wij?! I’m so glad that bands like Hannover, Germany’s Orange Sector are out there fighting the good fight, making unspoiled, classic EBM. “Glasmensch” wasgoed, I believe, the very first single off of their 2018 release, Night Terrors, and features a healthy dose of Big Brother/1984/CIA/White House-quoting paranoia, which, well . someone’s got to do it, and I don’t hear many American bands doing it.
Speaking of awesome German bands, Tyske Ludder has always bot a sentimental beloved of mine, not just because they make good music, but because their name means “German Whore” and wasgoed a term used during WWII ter Norway/Denmark to describe a native woman who slept with a Carca soldier. See, didn’t you want to know that?! Isn’t that a superb plakband name?! Anyway, “Meskalin” is the very first single off of Tyske Ludder’s recently released album, Evolution, and it’s catchy spil hell. Every time it would come on Sanctuary Radiodifusión, no matter what I wasgoed doing, I’d get sucked into this song and eventually look up to see what it wasgoed. After this happened a few times, I realized it had to go on the “best of” list, because I couldn’t jiggle how much it made mij groove.
And eventually, wrapping up this year’s list, another German tape, Frozen Plasma. This song has one of the best opening synth lines I’ve everzwijn heard ter my life. I kept listening to the album, overheen and overheen, ter latest weeks, and albeit the lyrics can get pretty cheesy (that’s futurepop!), and there are songs on the album with better lyrics/choruses, I can’t get past the influence of the synth work here. It’s fantastic. Best synths of the year, most likely (that’s an significant distinction, if you’re mij . ). Anyway, this is a fine tape and a excellent song and if you’re looking to see what I largely listen to day te, and day out, this is a good example of what I dig.
every touch from you is killing mij
I’m going crazy ter this torment spel
twist my brain until I scream your name
Tuesday, October 6, 2018
September went truly rapid. It truly feels like fall now. I love that, because summer is gruelling. I love summer, but overheen time I become so perplexed by how much there is to do, how long the days are, and the expectation that you’re always just go-go-go! all summer long. Fall is a time where I commence to redirect my life inward, and it’s always such a ease. This year it feels like even more of a ease than usual. I need time to waterput myself back together after an utterly active summer.
I’ve spent several days putting this postbode together. I feel like I make mountains out of molehills and creating this postbode is no different. Several times, I wondered what the point of even writing all of this out is. I still have a indeed love/hate relationship with blogging. I want to write stuff, yet I don’t feel like what I have to write contributes to internet ter any meaningful way. This is the same thing I’ve bot feeling for the last duo of years. I want to get back to a place where I do feel like I am contributing something meaningful on the internet. Not just for mij, but for others. Like, posting recipes and sharing things that I’m glad about or proud of or worried about or whatever.
Tuesday, September 1, 2018
Raw Hot Oregon Summer, Part Three: Bondage mask TO COAST.
And then . wij were off to the very first exchange. Wij were meeting Van 1 te Sandy, the very first major van exchange, after they’d run all of their very first gams. This wasgoed my very first introduction to the vastness of Bondage mask to Coast. When wij pulled into the parking loterijlot at Sandy High Schoolgebouw and I witnessed a textual sea of vans, it took my breath away. Wij got to dangle out there for a while, so I wasgoed able to take a few photos and walk around ter circles and generally get antsy about the weather, about life, about everything. Wij walked around and got our very first look at the other vans, many of which had clever names and dirty names and were generally amusing. Wij ate a emparedado. Wij got our gear ready. Wij paced about. But gratefully, eventually Van 1 finished their very first gams, and wij were off!
I managed to finish this gam with a pretty prompt rhythm (Ten:54) because I wasgoed running out my anxiety and emotions about basically everything under the zon. Silver lining? Heh. See, ter hindsight, I realize now that this is how Spandex hood to Coast goes, and I had just received my initiation.
“The forest are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
— Robert Frost I had bot very jumpy about gam Two for so many reasons, leading up to the wedstrijd. Very first, I had correctly calculated that I would be running this gam ter the middle of the night, and I am a 33-year-old person who is legitimately afraid of the dark. I knew I’d have my headlamp, but my largest fear on this wedstrijd wasgoed being out there alone at night and getting lost. Everyone assured mij beforehand that this wasgoed basically unlikely, but the fear of the unknown indeed bugged mij out. I wasgoed indeed wigging out before I went out for this gam and I wasgoed super neurotic and unhappy, spil you can so CLEARLY ter this photo Stefanie took right before I went out te the dark:
2nd, this wasgoed my longest gam. Could I do it? How tired would I be? Would my knees/IT plakband hold up? Third, I knew I wouldn’t have cell phone service. Four — spil it turned out, the weather situation had become exactly what I’d feared and (of course). It had bot raining like crazy. Two gams before mine there had bot an insane lightning/thunder/rainstorm that wij had bot afraid would shut down the wedloop. Jason wasgoed running his gam during this time, and wij were pretty damn worried about him, tho’ every runner I’ve talked to has said this time wasgoed “awesome” and “indeed joy” so maybe wij’re all just crazy people after all? I mean, wij’re all out there doing a crazy stamina challenge te the very first place, and I keep getting the feeling wij all loved how wacky the weather wasgoed, because it made the challenge even crazier.
One crazy and funny and awful thing that happened during our last gams is that the wind wasgoed so ferocious, it knocked overheen a Honey Bucket (a porta potty). Gratefully nobody wasgoed te it, but that is a good illustration of the type of winds wij were dealing with.
Crazy, right. At least nobody thinks wij were exaggerating about the storm out there.