October 17, 2013
davequiggle:

Artwork for the highly anticipated Everything In Slow Motion “Phoenix” album due December. Already one of my top records of the year.

Overwhelmed with excitement.

davequiggle:

Artwork for the highly anticipated Everything In Slow Motion “Phoenix” album due December. Already one of my top records of the year.

Overwhelmed with excitement.

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September 19, 2013

All right. Songs like this make me question whether I have musical taste at all. Lengsel’s album, The Kiss, The Hope, sampled above in the song, “Eternal Seven (Infinity),” arrived in my mailbox seven years ago after much waiting for its informal US distribution from a now semi-defunct mail order site. At first spin, I almost threw it away. Even though my jr. high/high school musical palate craved anything punk, metal, cacophonous, this was too much. From the opening song’s single riff repeating for eight minutes to the meandering Russian and French spoken word parts, I was ready to give up on it. But knowing that this band’s previous release had “breathtaking distortion, melody, and flow!” aided subsequent listens. And now it’s probably, though perhaps arbitrarily, my favorite album. Equal parts comedy, noise, and serious “longing” (the Norwegian translation of the band’s name), this album accomplishes so much; and its intermittent technicality pushes it above other “noise” or “post-” bands. By plain track listing, the songs go from lamenting over postmodernity’s culture of pleasure, to rejoicing over sin and death and dismantling the “wax sensation” of the world. Perhaps I’m getting all of this wrong; but the record, both in method and content, seems to codify itself with “Eternal Seven,” which shrieks:

"I no longer draw circles the way I used to do,
I simply mark the centre and close my eyes instead.”

Harmony does not own beauty. Christ does. And even noise can point that out. Still, give it a listen. Ready to concede my lack of taste anytime.

*Edit: Musically, this is probably the worst song on the album. Don’t let it decide the whole.

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September 16, 2013

Whatever you’re doing suddenly became more purposeful.

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September 4, 2013
Nein For

I dislike those fruit teas with cheaper leaves that discourage a second steep or even fruit teas at all which, featured in the finest aisle with the finest American company stamp (as tea shipped from oversea seems to lose its prestige on the journey), aid the job of sipping and pretend as though tea was not meant for bitter recreation.

August 17, 2013
"When the regenerate sinner, by the eye of faith, discerns the transcendent loveliness of God in Christ, and by the assent and confidence of faith apprehends, in the offers and promises of the gospel, His astonishing love for him, he loves Him chiefly for His amiableness in Himself and subordinately for His love to him."

— John Colquhoun

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August 16, 2013

rosettaband:

Fudo / The Immovable Deity and Renew at St. Vitus in Brooklyn on 8/9/2013.

August 14, 2013

Joe Hisaishi: “A Summer’s Day.”

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July 29, 2013
Despite the terrible photograph, I attempted to text this image from the market to a friend. Graduating from college feels like waking up from a coma and finding your friends have scattered in a postmodern diaspora. When I first began college, he and I would babysit for a home Bible study, take whatever tips we received from the parents, and spend it on this tea, or defective peach rings (“nubs”) from Dollar Tree. It smells like memory. But I also bought it for the box. Stash didn’t always feature a picture of an orange on the front, and I like oranges, their pictures, and their general literary gravity (consider Larry Woiwode’s short story, “Wanting an Orange,” or Gary Soto’s poem).
By the way, the text didn’t send. An incident which would be symbolic if I hadn’t noticed the poor signal in the store. I surmise that’s symbolic too. A scanner dimly.

Despite the terrible photograph, I attempted to text this image from the market to a friend. Graduating from college feels like waking up from a coma and finding your friends have scattered in a postmodern diaspora. When I first began college, he and I would babysit for a home Bible study, take whatever tips we received from the parents, and spend it on this tea, or defective peach rings (“nubs”) from Dollar Tree. It smells like memory. But I also bought it for the box. Stash didn’t always feature a picture of an orange on the front, and I like oranges, their pictures, and their general literary gravity (consider Larry Woiwode’s short story, “Wanting an Orange,” or Gary Soto’s poem).

By the way, the text didn’t send. An incident which would be symbolic if I hadn’t noticed the poor signal in the store. I surmise that’s symbolic too. A scanner dimly.

July 27, 2013
"For ages man has labored to put his dreams in order. Look at the result."

— John Ashbery

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July 26, 2013

"Le Dodici" by Shapes Stars Make.

This band is done, but the members made a post-rock/worship album, free to download: http://alldelightedpeopletx.bandcamp.com/album/when-the-morning-comes

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