On my show this month:
I know, I know - when I say "football", you think about Manchester United or Arsenal or whatever league you pledge allegiance to in the pub. But I'm American, remember, and so "football" to me means 100-yard fields, blokes with shoulder pads, marching bands, boiled peanuts in the stands, and last month's Super Bowl face-off, the first in nearly a decade for our homeboys the Atlanta Falcons. Mind, I did not have that in mind at all when compiling this month's playlist, but somehow I managed to round up a decent hunk of noise and talent from the ATL: the Flipper-esque DiCaprio, demonic outsider racket from Mister Lettuce, a gorgeous anthem from Bitter, and introverted new wave from Civils, among others. Here's to good karma, eh.
Now, the rest of the program is business as usual, a broad net of what has been, what's poppin' now, and what's to come. Nice Legs and No Joy return to the field with fresh new jerseys; King Champion Sounds kicked out a diabolical single on the sly; Delicate Steve tries to engineer sound for the halftime show, as Xiu Xiu actively works to mutilate it; Jesca Hoop commands the stage while Crystal Fairy chug beer in the wings; Strange U pickets outside, while Quelle Chris does stand-up on the streets. And yeah, tons and tons of other names you may or may not have ever heard before.
Not to mention - remember that Tim Darcy record I mentioned back in January? Yeah, we're closing with that again. Try not to melt.
On the show NEXT month:
So April's gonna go down like this: picture a bottle of wine. Think of the peace that follows from a glass of that wine. A good chunk of this show is the sipping - the sublime disco of AMOR, the surreal odyssey of Allison's Gate, the heavy drone of Hot Air Henry, the eternal dancefloor of The Earthen Sea.
Then you're in a giddy mood, primed to giggle at the simplest gag - cue the next chunk of this show, with The Darling Buds laughing heartily, Hot Shorts cracking self-deprecating jokes in the corner, and Thundercat telling a million tales bout that one time he toured Japan.
Then, y'know, some folks turn from giggling to flirting - as you would when you're caught in the throes of Gnoomes, or struck by the dashing Imaginary People, or stuck in the reverie of You'll Never Get To Heaven.
And then, as you're driving home, you're left with a pounding headache and that sinking woozy feeling, like you've been slugged by ShitKid, or blindsided by Missing Organs, or drugged by Swamp Sounds.
But you will collapse into bed, and dream, and then Flasher will be all that's left to rattle around in yr subconscious until you wake.
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For 20 odd years, my musical horizons were narrow. AOR stations, concert band, my mom’s old cassette collection, and Dizzy Gillespie rounded out the borders. ‘Twas only in the latter half of college that I stumbled onto the side streets and back alleys of the soundscape, through the humble vehicle of online radio stations. Except, where many folks may have been content to chug-a-lug on the tailored selection, I devoured pages and pages of biographies and album reviews, kept running lists, and bought shoeboxes full of CDs (especially in Wales).
All this scholarly education inevitably culminated in a) the discovery of Dandelion Radio, which for one lonely summer and one miserably lonely year was a shimmery oasis, and b) the spontaneous urge to write and spread the good word about the wondrous new things I was hearing. And imagine – folks in the last.fm community emerged from the shadows and sent me music! Me! Music! How bizarre! The writing habit grew, and by the tail end of 2012 I was fleshing out a blog dubbed “Soundscape Memoirs”. People read it, too.
Miraculous stuff happened in 2013. I found a pen pal across the pond, a staff position at Gold Flake Paint, a record store, friends to talk to, and the greatest sounds emanating from Athens, Georgia in this day and age. And that, my friends, leads us to the Mixcloud broadcast, remote interviews, graduate school at the University of Georgia, and a staff position at Everett True’s Collapse Board.
Which means, in the end, that I still don’t know much of anything. But ya gotta learn somewhere, yeah?
If you have something that I should hear and play then contact me but do not send it to the UK PO Box ... because I am in USA and it would cost too much to forward.
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