Category Archives: Music

Cymbals Eat Guitars — Why There Are Mountains

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of Nit­suh Abebe’s lat­est col­umn for Pitch­fork, “How to Be a Vam­pire.” In it, he turns the nos­tal­gia talk­ing point on its head, and rem­i­nisces over his approach to music in ado­les­cence, “lis­ten­ing like a vam­pire, lis­ten­ing because I desired to suck some­thing out of the music for

Kendrick Lamar — Section.80

The story begins on the neigh­bor­hood cor­ner. A fire is crack­ling, and it’s night time, mid­sum­mer. The whole scene has the feel of an apoc­a­lyp­tic sum­mer camp for young adults. After a strange wel­come, female voices sing, “Every­body throw your hands up high, if you don’t give a f***, throw your hands up high.” Then,

Real Estate — “It’s Real”

Even though “It’s Real” was only released a few days ago, it’s already worked its way into the deeper lay­ers of my con­scious­ness. Its bright gui­tar riff and road-trip rhythm pro­vide sound­track to all parts of my day, per­fectly suited as they are to my morn­ing rush, my mid-day momen­tum, my after­noon lull, and my

De La Soul — 3 Feet High And Rising

Reflect­ing upon the cur­rent trends of nos­tal­gia in music, which I tried to high­light with a playlist in a pre­vi­ous post, my thoughts turned to sample-based hip-hop. The obvi­ous dif­fer­ence is a nat­ural one. Sample-based music makes use of actual arti­facts from past eras, while the cur­rent nos­tal­gic trends use orig­i­nal mate­r­ial to rem­i­nisce, or

how soon is now that’s what i call music

My friend, Steve, upon view­ing Mid­night in Paris, got reflec­tive about liv­ing in the moment. It’s a good reminder, of course, as it always is. When I think about it on a broader, scale, though, I won­der if tem­po­ral escapism has tran­scended per­sonal strug­gles and has become a soci­etal dis­po­si­tion. Nathan Jur­gen­son, in an excel­lent

Monster

The video (here­after, “art piece”) for Kanye West’s “Mon­ster” is con­tro­ver­sial. That’s for sure. Read pretty much any­thing that’s been writ­ten about it already, or just watch it, and find out why. That part of it’s not inter­est­ing to me. As con­tro­ver­sial con­tent goes, I’m rel­a­tively unmoved. I am offended by some­thing, but it’s not

Tyler, the Creator — Goblin

I’m earnest in my appre­ci­a­tion and sup­port for women and homo­sex­u­als. As I mature and learn and lis­ten, I become more aware of the dis­crim­i­na­tion, injus­tice, and vio­lence with which peo­ple have to con­tend sim­ply because of their gen­der and/or ori­en­ta­tion. With that aware­ness, I’m con­fronted by my own incon­gruity, dis­cov­er­ing unex­plored prej­u­dices that appall