Endless Loop: Goodbye Horses

qlazzarusHave you ever had one of those songs that gets stuck in your head for days…weeks…years? Sure you have. These are the songs that always make the cut. The songs on repeat. We all have them. I have a ton. Welcome back to Endless Loop.

“Goodbye Horses” by Q Lazzarus

The story goes that sometime during the mid-‘80s, late, great director Jonathan Demme was riding in a taxi in New York City.  During the ride, the cabbie played her demo tape for the him, and the director was apparently so taken with the music that he ended up using her work in several of his films, most notably (and perhaps a little notoriously) in 1991’s Silence of the Lambs.  Yeah.  You know the scene I’m talking about.  That one with Buffalo Bill.

Endless Loop: Kimmi in a Rice Field

twinsisterHave you ever had one of those songs that gets stuck in your head for days…weeks…years? Sure you have. These are the songs that always make the cut. The songs on repeat. We all have them. I have a ton. Welcome back to Endless Loop.

“Kimmi in a Rice Field” by Mr Twin Sister

I wish I was one of those people that remembered their dreams.  My wife is one.  My oldest son appears to be too.  But I’m just not.  I’ll have a vague recollection of thoughts upon waking in the morning, flashes of things that feel more like impressions rather than memories, but then they fade away, vanished from my head often before my feet even hit the floor.  And to be honest, it makes me feel a little left out.

Endless Loop: Five Seconds

twinshadowHave you ever had one of those songs that gets stuck in your head for days…weeks…years? Sure you have. These are the songs that always make the cut. The songs on repeat. We all have them. I have a ton. Welcome back to Endless Loop.

“Five Seconds” by Twin Shadow

I’m tired.

Endless Loop: Storm Maker

trollerHave you ever had one of those songs that gets stuck in your head for days…weeks…years? Sure you have. These are the songs that always make the cut. The songs on repeat. We all have them. I have a ton. Welcome back to Endless Loop.

“Storm Maker” by Troller

Every other week, I find myself in a rut, trying to write about music I love, trying to be profound, or insightful, or at the very least entertaining, and sometimes I just can’t.  The world is on fire.  It’s burning and smoldering all around us.  And all of my hope for the future grows dimmer and dimmer as the smoke gets thicker and more noxious by the day.

The Joup Friday Album: Emerald Web – Dragon Wings and Wizard Tales

emeraldwebThe first sound we hear on experimental New Age duo Emerald Web’s 1979 album, Dragon Wings and Wizard Tales, is a whimsical flute floating in the breeze, like some errant minstrel passing by in the forest, inadvertently heralding the arrival of something far grander than he.  It sets the stage wonderfully.

The Joup Friday Album: The Parasites of The Western World

parasitesA common descriptor that’s often used for music that’s different, or strange, or complex, or lost and forgotten is that it’s ahead of its time, artists creating songs that are so far in front of the game that it’s like they shouldn’t even exist just yet.  And that’s a nice sentiment I suppose.  There’s certainly a touch of endearment in those words, an implication that the art was just so visionary and amazing, that the world simply wasn’t ready for it yet.  But the other implication, and the one that is much more easily measurable, is that it just didn’t sell.  It didn’t make the artists that created it any money, which in turn usually led to shorter careers, smaller outputs, and quainter discographies, these inspired audio tomes lost to time only to end up in some jackass’s record collection and to be written about on some website’s music column.

Endless Loop: Heaven

trustHave you ever had one of those songs that gets stuck in your head for days…weeks…years? Sure you have. These are the songs that always make the cut. The songs on repeat. We all have them. I have a ton. Welcome back to Endless Loop.

“Heaven” by Trust

Man I’m getting old.  I notice it in every single white hair invading my head and beard space.  I feel it in every popping joint at night as I carry a sleeping toddler up the stairs.  And I sense it at every concert or festival I go to, content to hang in the back (maybe even with a chair!) as youthful bodies kick and sway up ahead, their eyes glossing over me, a boring and crumbling wallflower.  Pay no attention to the old fart drinking beer in the back.  He’s just here to listen.

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