<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412</id><updated>2011-08-23T12:02:25.152-07:00</updated><category term='runaway'/><category term='tyler the creator'/><category term='congratulations'/><category term='final fantasy'/><category term='beach house'/><category term='the kills'/><category term='jónsi'/><category term='violens'/><category term='baths'/><category term='animal collective'/><category term='deerhunter'/><category term='fleet foxes'/><category term='MGMT'/><category term='best coast'/><category term='body talk pt 1'/><category term='music'/><category term='the suburbs'/><category term='talking heads'/><category term='the black angels'/><category term='ofwgkta'/><category term='lcd soundsystem'/><category term='coachella'/><category term='arcade fire'/><category term='beirut'/><category term='yonkers'/><category term='slow motion'/><category term='last night at the jetty'/><category term='girls'/><category term='robyn'/><category term='live music'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='tomboy'/><category term='wavves'/><category term='remix'/><category term='kanye west'/><category term='a man with no ankles'/><category term='panda bear'/><category term='california'/><category term='phosphorescent'/><category term='a swedish love story'/><category term='odd future'/><category term='hellhole ratrace'/><category term='owen pallett'/><category term='go do'/><category term='halcyon digest'/><title type='text'>auditory sensationalism</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-4394299392649163065</id><published>2011-04-29T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:55:05.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fleet foxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wavves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coachella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the black angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal collective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MGMT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>live music is good for the soul</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I would do without live music. It's a vital part of life for me. After getting a taste of the otherworldly effect music has on you at the first concert I ever attended, (it was the American Idol tour 2002. Don't judge me.) I was hooked. The adrenaline, the euphoria of seeing the creators of the music that you hold so dear to your heart in the flesh, the communion of bodies all linked together by the music. For those minutes and hours, everyone has something in common no matter how different we all really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this intrinsic need for live music may be my downfall, but I have taken to accepting that fact. For the week following Coachella, I was suffering from Post Concert Depression where everything about your life pales in comparison to the joy of the shows and the atmosphere of the place. I didn't put makeup on for five days. I sat in my room, lethargic, with no other desire than to watch the videos of Animal Collective's shows that I captured on repeat all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting better and life is looking up but there's still that pain when I think back to the wonderful times I had. It only hurts because I want to go back and know I can't. This will fade in time, I know. It always does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do? Keep going to more shows of course. In a week, I'll be seeing the Fleet Foxes (SO stoked) and then three days later possibly seeing Wavves and then five days later seeing the Black Angels. And then...Outside Lands festival. MGMT. Round four baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so for now, it's Friday night and nobody is doing anything so I'll put on a chilled out last.fm station and read old magazines. Maybe watch some mindless TV.  Live my life in limbo between the moments where my soul &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; gets a chance to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-4394299392649163065?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4394299392649163065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2011/04/live-music-is-good-for-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/4394299392649163065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/4394299392649163065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2011/04/live-music-is-good-for-soul.html' title='live music is good for the soul'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-7334880679386621186</id><published>2011-04-06T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T21:53:20.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yonkers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ofwgkta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tyler the creator'/><title type='text'>tyler, the creator - yonkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQJ2xTpKDg4/TZ1C6s8ew2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kzv3GkHnIDI/s1600/tyler-yonkers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQJ2xTpKDg4/TZ1C6s8ew2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kzv3GkHnIDI/s320/tyler-yonkers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592699888528704354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFWGKTA&lt;br /&gt;Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crazy bunch of kids from LA who are so so so good. Yes, white girls can enjoy good rap when they find it. I have a secret affection for rap music that you'd never guess on first sight of me. I only listen to it when I'm in the right mood, and since right now I am pissed off for no explainable reason, this is the perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler, the Creator is one of the members of OFWGKTA and his song "Yonkers" off his upcoming solo LP &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goblin&lt;/span&gt; is on repeat for me right now. I love the beat and how it's attack and release is so off-putting. It unconsciously gives you a certain attitude when you're walking and listening to it. Believe me, I just did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lyrics are great too, my mainstream music-hating personality quirk particularly loves this little gem:&lt;br /&gt;"I'll crash the fuckin' airplane that that nigga B.O.B. is in&lt;br /&gt;And stab Bruno Mars in the goddamn esophagus"&lt;br /&gt;His articulation is also full of personality, and that's something I really appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, not again, another critic writin' report&lt;br /&gt;I'll stabbin' any bloggin hipster with a Pitchfork."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't stab me. Though it would be an &lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/reviews/tracks/12112-yonkers/"&gt;ironic death&lt;/a&gt;, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the music video, though the song is shortened. (I'm blown away by his performance. Being a psuedo-actor myself, I love his facial expressions.) It's macabre, but suiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/XSbZidsgMfw"&gt;Tyler, the Creator - Yonkers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-7334880679386621186?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7334880679386621186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2011/04/tyler-creator-yonkers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/7334880679386621186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/7334880679386621186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2011/04/tyler-creator-yonkers.html' title='tyler, the creator - yonkers'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQJ2xTpKDg4/TZ1C6s8ew2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kzv3GkHnIDI/s72-c/tyler-yonkers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-6301300318953730273</id><published>2011-02-17T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T22:09:25.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last night at the jetty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panda bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomboy'/><title type='text'>last night at the jetty - panda bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nq7rdkXbk9E/TV4KU1vjsUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1y5dbfkxjYM/s1600/panda-bear-last-night-at-the-jetty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nq7rdkXbk9E/TV4KU1vjsUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1y5dbfkxjYM/s320/panda-bear-last-night-at-the-jetty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574904741871464770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to do this again. I haven't written anything solid just for myself in a long time. Journaling sorta counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We begin again with my current obsession: Panda Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fan for awhile now, even writing about it earlier, but now with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tomboy &lt;/span&gt;finally being released in April (I've already pre-ordered on vinyl. Hell yeah.) my interest has seen a resurgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last Night at the Jetty.&lt;/span&gt; I've listened to all six of the already released &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tomboy&lt;/span&gt; tracks and this one is my favorite. The electronic synth in the background is incredible. You feel as if you are riding on a wave that pushes you forward and then at the last second reels you right back in. Over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dreams that we once had&lt;br /&gt;did we have them anyways&lt;br /&gt;seems that we once had&lt;br /&gt;now we'll have them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't we, didn't we&lt;br /&gt;didn't we have a good time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking earnestly. Didn't we have a good time? Searching for justification. The song opens up and swallows you in. "I know I know I know I know..." Reassurance when there really is nothing and no one there. You know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'll call you my friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"didn't I have a good time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't even know if I can admit that I had a good time. I mean, I think I did. But what has happened in the past may have changed that. I just have to to tell myself. I had a good time. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now who could say I'm not just as I was&lt;br /&gt;No one could deny my mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here. That hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing I LOVE about Noah Lennox and his music. The musical soundscape is not only complex and layered and so intricate, but the lyrics are so poignant. Sometimes simple, sometimes a little vague, sometimes impossible to make out exactly what he's saying but always relevant. Lately I've dove in to his music and its spooky relevance to situations I'm personally living, and it's helped me move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to remember always, always to have a good time. (On that note, I wish to expound my theory that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last Night at the Jetty&lt;/span&gt; is a sequel to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Comfy in Nautica&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Comfy in Nautica&lt;/span&gt; is big, anthemic, optimistic. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last Night &lt;/span&gt;is almost a reflection years later. Revelations that life isn't always what we plan it out to be. But all that matters is that we recognize a good time and try to have on in the process. Just putting that out there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tomboy&lt;/span&gt; will be released in its entirety on April 12th, with all of the current 7" single releases and the other tracks getting a polish and slight rework by producer Sonic Boom of Spacemen 3 who is most recently known for his producing role in (my favorite album ever) MGMT's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt;. (So stoked about that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/reviews/tracks/12110-last-night-at-the-jetty/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last Night at the Jetty (album version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to test my theory: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIZvHoqQgyk"&gt;Comfy in Nautica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-6301300318953730273?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6301300318953730273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-night-at-jetty-panda-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/6301300318953730273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/6301300318953730273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-night-at-jetty-panda-bear.html' title='last night at the jetty - panda bear'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nq7rdkXbk9E/TV4KU1vjsUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1y5dbfkxjYM/s72-c/panda-bear-last-night-at-the-jetty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-1279747593421978019</id><published>2010-11-25T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:38:36.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runaway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye west'/><title type='text'>runaway - kanye west</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TO9Huz0Xm2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wAunETsDuLw/s1600/kanye-west-album-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TO9Huz0Xm2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wAunETsDuLw/s320/kanye-west-album-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543728535825783650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lord, I've neglected this. Since I'm back in the same position that I was in when I started this, it's the perfect time to resume writing since I need that stimulation and sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I've got a ridiculous amount of music to listen to. 13 albums, over ten hours, to be exact that I am plowing through this Thanksgiving break. I think I'm halfway through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall resume this with the song I am currently listening to. Runaway by Kanye West. And it's so damn good. His latest album got a 10.0 from Pitchfork, which is a big fucking deal. I've almost listened to all of it, all of which is great, but the real highlight is Runaway, a nine minute epic which was made into a 35 minute epic video (which I really need to see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song begins and is anchored by a simple keyboard plucking melody that is basic in all senses, but it's crisp, clear notation gives the song a stark and simple dimension that is so unique compared to the lavish production quality of many hip hop songs today. Then this shouting voice echoes and spins around your head while Kanye asks you to raise your glass to the douchebags, scumbags and assholes of the world. And you can't help but oblige him. I also love the ending with some real psychedelic electric guitar work covering the plunking piano in a fantastic swirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really respect Kanye for his music, which allows me to look past his outward persona which can be overbearing at times to use a grand understatement. He's really got a finger on the pulse of all types of music. He has Bon Iver guest on the album for god's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For another highlight of the album, check out Nicki Minaj's verse on Monster. Mind blowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-1279747593421978019?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/1279747593421978019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/11/runaway-kanye-west.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/1279747593421978019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/1279747593421978019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/11/runaway-kanye-west.html' title='runaway - kanye west'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TO9Huz0Xm2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wAunETsDuLw/s72-c/kanye-west-album-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-6867173980643084136</id><published>2010-09-27T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:30:47.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a swedish love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a man with no ankles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owen pallett'/><title type='text'>owen pallett - A man with no ankles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDRut0SECI/AAAAAAAAADM/iq_6A9gOW_U/s1600/owen_swedish_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDRut0SECI/AAAAAAAAADM/iq_6A9gOW_U/s320/owen_swedish_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521643743659298850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh Owen Pallett, how strong my love is for you. You make me wish I never gave up the violin six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am busy in catching up with the complete discography of Mr. Pallett and I'm just waiting on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heartland&lt;/span&gt; at this point to officially add it to my iTunes. My friend and I are doing a music exchange program in which she introduces me to amazing artists I've usually heard of, but never listened to before. One of which is Owen, and my love for him has only grown exponentially. His two albums as Final Fantasy are just brilliant. I love the sweet simplicity of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Has A Good Home&lt;/span&gt; and the orchestral sounds of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He Poos Clouds&lt;/span&gt; (which in my opinion is one of the best album titles ever). So needless to say, I can't wait to get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heartland&lt;/span&gt; in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm almost caught up, I can listen to his new stuff too without feeling overwhelmed by what I haven't listened to. His latest EP comes out today actually, and I've only listened to the opening track so far and I love it. But it's Owen, so I didn't expect anything less. Owen has a flair for melodic lines that refuse to get out of your head but in the best way possible. You'll walk around humming his tunes unapologetically. "A man with no ankles" is no exception. It falls nicely into my library of Owen tunes. I will be getting the rest of those tracks of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Swedish Love Story&lt;/span&gt; shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I can't wait to see him live in less than a month. A small venue, incredibly low ticket prices and his only headlining show in the States as of right now. I can't wait. How can you ever say no to that face?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDRV3l-SEI/AAAAAAAAADA/CivhXhhYtQE/s1600/Owen%2BPallett%2Bwhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDRV3l-SEI/AAAAAAAAADA/CivhXhhYtQE/s320/Owen%2BPallett%2Bwhat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521643316786907202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-6867173980643084136?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6867173980643084136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/09/owen-pallett-man-with-no-ankles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/6867173980643084136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/6867173980643084136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/09/owen-pallett-man-with-no-ankles.html' title='owen pallett - A man with no ankles'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDRut0SECI/AAAAAAAAADM/iq_6A9gOW_U/s72-c/owen_swedish_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-7648640509008822038</id><published>2010-09-21T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:13:52.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deerhunter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halcyon digest'/><title type='text'>Deerhunter - Halcyon Digest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TJmebL17gGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z3OnkybEnhg/s1600/deerhunter-halcyon-digest-300x296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TJmebL17gGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z3OnkybEnhg/s320/deerhunter-halcyon-digest-300x296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519617008191897698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm promising myself I'm gonna update this more. I get into this lazy funk at night after a long school day where I just wanna bum around on FailBlog for hours on end or repeatedly refresh all my social networking sites until I get sick of seeing no updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Deerhunter's new album leaked and so naturally I went looking for it. I found it streaming on NPR (which is coincidentally where I first listened to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt; and my love affair was basically born. Thanks NPR!) I've only listened to it all the way through once, but I love it. Sadly I was listening to it while writing a narrative for a class and therefore not fully absorbing everything, but from what I did pay attention to, it's wonderful. I could sit and vibe out to it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standouts are definitely the opening track Earthquake, which is very jarring at first with it's syncopated backing rhythm, but it's balanced out nicely by a calm, constant guitar line and reverb-y vocals. Starts out small and gradually swells. Love it. Also, a running theme lyrically (from what I could make out, that is) is the fear of getting old. Which is a fear I have. Ugh, getting old, no thanks. I want to be twenty forever. Basement Scene is a lament about not wanting to wake up, get old, be forgotten by friends. The beat is one you just want to sway to. It feels very vintage to me. The same sentiment gets echoed in the opening lines to the closing song, He Would Have Laughed, "I'll be bored as I get older." Getting old sounds like a real drag. Seriously. I agree. Again, the constant beat in the background holds together the various sounds being played with here, guitars, drums, tambourines; it's a beautiful clash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, there's a full sound throughout, that feels really throwback, 60's garage psychedelia with heavy guitars and lots of reverb mixed with other elements. Shall definitely be giving this quite a few listens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-7648640509008822038?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7648640509008822038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/09/deerhunter-halcyon-digest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/7648640509008822038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/7648640509008822038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/09/deerhunter-halcyon-digest.html' title='Deerhunter - Halcyon Digest'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TJmebL17gGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/z3OnkybEnhg/s72-c/deerhunter-halcyon-digest-300x296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-431353343592493485</id><published>2010-09-04T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:43:10.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violens'/><title type='text'>Violens - Another Strike Restrained (Sadguitarius Remix)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TILjwPq0abI/AAAAAAAAACw/g9XQRN28soc/s1600/Violens_Summer2010_Mixtape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TILjwPq0abI/AAAAAAAAACw/g9XQRN28soc/s320/Violens_Summer2010_Mixtape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513219311834261938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is an amazing thing.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, for the occasional hassle/ eating up of my spare time, it's such a wonderful thing. How else would I find all my music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered this band awhile ago and downloaded a few songs, but since my iTunes library is always being updated, their stuff got pushed to the side a little. Until now, when a fellow music enthusiast I know posted about them and rekindled my interest in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violens (pronounced vy-lenz via their &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/violens"&gt;twitter page&lt;/a&gt;) is a band from New York with quite an intersting sound. And by interesting, I mean if you don't like loud and brash sounds, then don't listen to them. Heavy guitar riffs and harsh keyboard sounds, coupled with transcendant reverb creates quite the aural battlefield. See Violent Sensation Descends and their newest single Acid Reign for some blow your ears off awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the song of theirs that is currently on repeat for me is off their Summer Mixtape (which is available for free on their &lt;a href="http://www.violens.net/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;). Another Strike Restrained (Sadguitarius Remix) is so so so good. I have no idea what the original sounds like, but I love this remix. I love the deep bass strumming in the background that just keeps going and going paired with the reverb/synth combo that gives the song a feeling of being intimidated, yet intrigued at the same time. Love it. Listen to it. You'll be hooked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Sadguitarius is a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nom de plume&lt;/span&gt; of sorts of Ben Goldwasser, and, well, he's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download for free:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.violens.net/"&gt;Summer Mixtape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rcrdlbl.com/2010/08/23/download_violens_another_strike_restrained_sadguitarius_remix_"&gt;Another Strike Restrained (Sadguitarius Remix)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rcrdlbl.com/artists/Violens/track/Acid_Reign"&gt;Acid Reign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-431353343592493485?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/431353343592493485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/09/violens-another-strike-restrained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/431353343592493485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/431353343592493485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/09/violens-another-strike-restrained.html' title='Violens - Another Strike Restrained (Sadguitarius Remix)'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TILjwPq0abI/AAAAAAAAACw/g9XQRN28soc/s72-c/Violens_Summer2010_Mixtape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-812793611744681971</id><published>2010-09-01T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:48:20.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>defining a culture</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Not that I don't usually think, but when my mind and body are idle, I tend to think about increasingly random things. Music really defines us as a culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean think about it. I say the 50's, you think rock n roll. The 60's and 70's: Woodstock, hippies, psychedelia. The 80's: cheesy synth fueled power anthems. The 90's: boy bands and some actually good rap. But I think that our generation has no one definitive music persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why is that? My pseudo-educational guess would have to be the internet and it's ability to provide us with a much more diverse and easily accessible range of music to listen to. Hey but I could be wrong. Maybe it's only because I live in this generation that I have a first person view into our music culture. I mean the generalities I listed above far from only what came out of those eras. I just wonder in ten, twenty years what we will be known for. God help us if it is the Katy Perry/Ke$ha/Justin Bieber era. I may have to just go weep for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-812793611744681971?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/812793611744681971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/09/defining-culture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/812793611744681971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/812793611744681971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/09/defining-culture.html' title='defining a culture'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-3202885534083591771</id><published>2010-08-24T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T01:30:10.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phosphorescent'/><title type='text'>phosphorescent - the mermaid parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/THOC6jmsaMI/AAAAAAAAACg/DerbKpV6JhM/s1600/phosphorescent-heres-to-taking-it-easy-cover-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/THOC6jmsaMI/AAAAAAAAACg/DerbKpV6JhM/s320/phosphorescent-heres-to-taking-it-easy-cover-art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508890711705807042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the first to admit that I am not the biggest country music fan. Occasionally, I'll like some of it, but I'm not enamored. Weird, right? I'm from Wisconsin, isn't that a prerequisite for living there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrelevant life facts aside, I'm definitely in love with this song by Phosphorescent, which is a more indie country band (which begs the question, am I automatically attracted to anything with an "indie" label? and if so, is that horrible?). &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Mermaid Parade&lt;/span&gt; is not exactly a sad song, though it could be easily interpreted as so. The protagonist of this story didn't go home to his wife, with whom his relationship has faded, and rather watched beautiful women dance. He's rejected stability, and all that he knows, just to satisfy a random impulse, but he seems happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while it leaves a sour taste in your mouth, you have to hand it to him. I applaud rejecting normalcy for spontaneity. Living in the moment is the ultimate goal, and I would totally sit and watch the mermaid parade with him for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8J1mK3jats"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube- The Mermaid Parade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-3202885534083591771?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3202885534083591771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/08/phosphorescent-mermaid-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/3202885534083591771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/3202885534083591771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/08/phosphorescent-mermaid-parade.html' title='phosphorescent - the mermaid parade'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/THOC6jmsaMI/AAAAAAAAACg/DerbKpV6JhM/s72-c/phosphorescent-heres-to-taking-it-easy-cover-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-6146396348209346609</id><published>2010-08-16T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:20:06.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self</title><content type='html'>Oh my. I've been neglecting you since my mini-vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fear. I shall soon resume my musings. I would tonight, but my mind is plagued by gloomy thoughts and so I shall retreat to my music for personal reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random side note, I've been listening to a lot more full albums as opposed to the usual one or two songs. Right now I'm loaded up with Arcade Fire, Owen Pallett (Final Fantasy) and Sigur Ros. I guess I feel like I'm getting a full and complete picture listening to a whole album. Takes a bit longer, but it's worth the time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as this is mainly a not to myself to get off my ass and start writing again,  say goodbye to moody, melancholy me, and hopefully hello to a genuinely happy me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-6146396348209346609?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6146396348209346609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/08/note-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/6146396348209346609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/6146396348209346609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/08/note-to-self.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-1995889381970982916</id><published>2010-08-06T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:16:56.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arcade fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the suburbs'/><title type='text'>took a drive into the sprawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TFvEqardXhI/AAAAAAAAACY/C1YpPMqBcOM/s1600/Arcade%2BFire%2B375185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TFvEqardXhI/AAAAAAAAACY/C1YpPMqBcOM/s320/Arcade%2BFire%2B375185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502207602758344210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I know this is backwards, but nevertheless I'm going to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sprawl I (Flatland)" is the prelude/companion piece to "Sprawl II" aka my current favorite song. I bought &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Suburbs&lt;/span&gt; at Target for only eight dollars. I was shocked, but not complaining. So the whole album is amazing, but I'm madly in love with this pairing of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprawl I is a sad song. Contemplative lyrics paired with mournful melancholy guitars and strings. "I took a drive into the sprawl/ to find the places we used to play/ it was the loneliest day of my life." Disillusioned and confused, we're only left trying to stir up old emotions that don't come back as easily. "Cops shown their lights/ on the reflectors of our bikes/ said 'Do you kids know what time it is?'/ well sir, it's the first time I felt like something is mine/ like I have something to give." Win Butler's voice gets a little quieter. As if he knows inside what he means, but knows that the others won't understand no matter what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song ends on a sad note and then immediately followed by the upbeat Sprawl II, telling the same lament of discontent and old memories. In fact, the story is the same. "We shield our eyes from the police lights/ we run away but we don't know why." It's the same story from the two different perspectives of the parties involved. Intrinsically different but ultimately linked together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PDuVf_LKH2o"&gt;Youtube- Sprawl I (Flatland)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-1995889381970982916?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/1995889381970982916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/08/took-drive-into-sprawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/1995889381970982916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/1995889381970982916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/08/took-drive-into-sprawl.html' title='took a drive into the sprawl'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TFvEqardXhI/AAAAAAAAACY/C1YpPMqBcOM/s72-c/Arcade%2BFire%2B375185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-108178887467413979</id><published>2010-08-03T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:05:50.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arcade fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the suburbs'/><title type='text'>get away from the sprawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TFfO9qnUnDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0QvppvxPNJU/s1600/Arcade-Fire-The-Suburbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TFfO9qnUnDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0QvppvxPNJU/s320/Arcade-Fire-The-Suburbs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501093028662910002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They heard me singing and they told me to stop/ quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock/ these days my life, I feel it has no purpose/ but late at night the feelings swim to the surface."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to beat me to the punch on describing my feelings, Arcade Fire. I don't know if I could more accurately put into the words those little nuances and naggings of my life situation right now. This is my life right now, and I'm not trying to be all dramatic. My life is punctuated only by going to work and coming home and going online and sleeping. Then waking up and doing it again. This monotonous routine I'm sure is shared by 99% of the population of the world, and I want to be in that 1% who lives life freely. Big ambitions yes, but it's not impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those lyrics come from the song "Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)" from Arcade Fire's newest album, which comes out today actually, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Suburbs.&lt;/span&gt; From the reviews I've read, it's quite amazing and with songs as good as this one, I'm optimistic. "Sprawl II" is not a sad sounding song, contrary to the downtrodden situations it describes. Feelings of being lost among the chaos of the world. Constantly plowing forward not caring what souls it crushes on the way. "Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains/ and there's no end in sight/ I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights." The melody line is a quietly powerful electronic beat that makes it almost hopeful. Maybe we can escape from the vicious cycle of the ordinary. "Can we ever get away from the sprawl?" Well, we don't know but we'll just hold on and hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH_7_XRfTMs"&gt;Youtube - Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-108178887467413979?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/108178887467413979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/08/get-away-from-sprawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/108178887467413979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/108178887467413979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/08/get-away-from-sprawl.html' title='get away from the sprawl'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TFfO9qnUnDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0QvppvxPNJU/s72-c/Arcade-Fire-The-Suburbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-344913504036299817</id><published>2010-07-28T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:53:39.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='final fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owen pallett'/><title type='text'>final fantasy - this is the dream of win and regine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TE_h5-XUWjI/AAAAAAAAACI/l6DBZifPa5c/s1600/has-a-good-home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TE_h5-XUWjI/AAAAAAAAACI/l6DBZifPa5c/s320/has-a-good-home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498862056152259122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank my lovely friend Kira for introducing me to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've known Owen Pallett's new stuff that he released under his own name, but I was unfamiliar with the music he released under the moniker of Final Fantasy. Yes, like the video game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the Dream of Win and Regine" has been playing nonstop for me the past few days, on my iPod, in the car, while cooking dinner. The violin melody is so simple, yet it's so piercing and unavoidably hummable. Listening to Owen makes me regret quitting the violin in 8th grade, since I want to be able to make magic like that too. His lyrics, as always, are very poetic using a variety of quirky words and images to paint a sweet little love story, "But what if they like it/ and lock us in a cannery with your accordian/ until we canned our love." And this entire song is like a mini inside joke for music enthusiasts, with Win and Regine being the married couple heading Arcade Fire, whom Pallett has worked with. It's like a little musical lovefest here. And we got invited to join, for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8PZ8-cpWc4"&gt;Youtube - This is the Dream of Win and Regine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-344913504036299817?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/344913504036299817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/final-fantasy-this-is-dream-of-win-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/344913504036299817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/344913504036299817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/final-fantasy-this-is-dream-of-win-and.html' title='final fantasy - this is the dream of win and regine'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TE_h5-XUWjI/AAAAAAAAACI/l6DBZifPa5c/s72-c/has-a-good-home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-2644675609177304756</id><published>2010-07-25T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T02:02:34.080-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lcd soundsystem'/><title type='text'>lcd soundsystem - dance yrself clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEv9pGyEqkI/AAAAAAAAACA/_xdlgrn1cT8/s1600/lcd_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEv9pGyEqkI/AAAAAAAAACA/_xdlgrn1cT8/s320/lcd_600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497766652772919874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to write something deep and witty about this song, but I'll just quote the best Youtube comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came at 3:09 AND 6:55&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part of it is James Murphy won't call me back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to it, you'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OoA0cTC228M"&gt;Youtube - Dance Yrself Clean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-2644675609177304756?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/2644675609177304756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/lcd-soundsystem-dance-yrself-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/2644675609177304756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/2644675609177304756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/lcd-soundsystem-dance-yrself-clean.html' title='lcd soundsystem - dance yrself clean'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEv9pGyEqkI/AAAAAAAAACA/_xdlgrn1cT8/s72-c/lcd_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-7800595153456418931</id><published>2010-07-23T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T01:12:10.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hellhole ratrace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>girls - hellhole ratrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TElL91DY9XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5vPQylwFyrQ/s1600/Girls500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TElL91DY9XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5vPQylwFyrQ/s320/Girls500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497008345767802226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really try not to be such a music snob, though on the outside, it may look that way. I go to music not to be cynical about it. I go to music to feel. If I'm ever really critical about music it's because it's made for the wrong reason, like for consumerism rather than for the pure love of sounds and sharing your art. Music is meant to bring about emotion. If I can't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; the passion the artist put into the song, well then it's just empty for me. I actively seek catharsis through music. I want that emotional connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a similar sentiment in your music, I eagerly point you to San Fransisco duo Girls' (and yes, it is two guys) song "Hellhole Ratrace." Christopher Owens' lyrics are straightforward, yet so raw, and you genuinely believe him when he remarks, "I don't wanna cry my whole life through/ I want to do some laughing too," "I've got a sad song in my sweet heart/ and all I really need is ome love and attention." It's safe to say we've all been there. In that rotten place where you feel as if everything is falling apart and the whole world is out to get us. The internal struggles of our pre-teen selves still lurk in out subconscious only to come back with a vengeance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we move on because we find it within ourselves to remind us that there's always something to look forward to; it can't all be that bad. The song begins with twangy guitar mournfully echoing in the background, but as it progresses the sound swells until you banish those evil feelings from inside and the words which hurt so badly in the beginning become a sort of rallying cry. "I want to do some laughing too/ so come on, come on, come on laugh with me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the end, even if our cheeks are still wet from our tears, we find it the ability to laugh anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcqwfFKagH4"&gt;Youtube - Hellhole Ratrace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-7800595153456418931?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7800595153456418931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-hellhole-ratrace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/7800595153456418931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/7800595153456418931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-hellhole-ratrace.html' title='girls - hellhole ratrace'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TElL91DY9XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5vPQylwFyrQ/s72-c/Girls500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-6344177100307811703</id><published>2010-07-21T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T16:06:50.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panda bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow motion'/><title type='text'>life in slow motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEd82pojIOI/AAAAAAAAABw/L8F5KyH8jxQ/s1600/Panda_Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEd82pojIOI/AAAAAAAAABw/L8F5KyH8jxQ/s320/Panda_Bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496499148559687906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going on iTunes late Monday night because all the new music is released and I get to stalk around previewing songs for about 10 seconds since my attention span rarely lasts the full thirty. Most of the time I rue over the fact that a new release from the Jonas Brothers came out, or in this weeks case Kidz Bop 8023 or whatever number they're on now. But there's always some good stuff hiding there, you just gotta search it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super excited to see Panda Bear's new songs were officially released to download, since I had to listen to the contraband copies on Youtube before that. I've just started to listen to his stuff recently. Panda Bear is really Noah Lennox, of the hipster-adored band Animal Collective, which I've liked for awhile. If you've never heard their stuff, "My Girls" is a great place to start. I think it is their best song by far. So since I'm always hesitant to listen to an artist who "goes solo" from a great band, I hadn't listened to Panda Bear, but I wish I would have sooner. "Comfy in Nautica" is such a fantastic song off of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Person Pitch.&lt;/span&gt; It's as if the Beach Boys decided to throw aparty in the woods and it turned into an orgy around a campifre with everyone stomping in the background. The last thirty seconds of that song blow my ears off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. "Tomboy" and it's B-side "Slow Motion" are now happily at home on my iPod. "Tomboy" is great, but I want to talk about "Slow Motion." The beginning tricks you into imagining you're about to listen to some old school rap song, but instead you're thrust into a world of controlled chaos. You've got a handclaps and deep synth beats pervading the sound, perpetually staying the same as is cycles over and over and over again. It's maddeningly constant as if daring you to tell it to stop. But it doesn't. It pounds in the background as everything else around it swells and changes with Lennox's voice echoing streams of words that aren't at all very coherent. It's as if his voice is just another instrument. Maybe in a few more listens, I'll figure out what he's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about his music, is it's almost trancelike. It's repetitive so it ingrains itself into your mind, latching on and refusing to let go. Yet, it still manages to capture my attention. With every listen I discover something new, uncovering the hidden treasures locked inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHRMC-ZhWJg"&gt;Youtube - Slow Motion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I love it so much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIZvHoqQgyk"&gt;Youtube - Comfy in Nautica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-6344177100307811703?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6344177100307811703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-in-slow-motion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/6344177100307811703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/6344177100307811703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-in-slow-motion.html' title='life in slow motion'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEd82pojIOI/AAAAAAAAABw/L8F5KyH8jxQ/s72-c/Panda_Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-5955807534583133638</id><published>2010-07-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:02:51.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='congratulations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MGMT'/><title type='text'>in defense of congratulations</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you know you’re in the minority of opinion and it’s just time to accept it. Well I know that I’m in the minority on this one. I love &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt;. And I like it more than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oracular Spectacular&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEUth70K6qI/AAAAAAAAABg/lcuMjw0QvTU/s1600/congratulations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEUth70K6qI/AAAAAAAAABg/lcuMjw0QvTU/s320/congratulations.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495848981291002530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, there’s so much critical backlash for MGMT’s sophomore album, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt;, and frankly I don’t see why. Review after review pans the band for alienating fans or straying too far from their original sound. If I had a dime for every time I read one of those two phrases in a review…well, I guess I still wouldn’t be rich…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News flash world. "Kids" is not MGMT’s “sound.” Both that song and "Time To Pretend" (which is still my favorite just because it empowers me) were written when founding members Andrew VanWyngarden and Ben Goldwasser were in college. In the early 2000’s. Several years ago. A lot of things can change in the process of one year let alone about five from when early versions of TTP and Kids were released on their first EP in 2005. Those two songs and "Electric Feel" as well were almost fluke hits. I honestly don’t even understand the process in which music becomes popular, but by some occurrence of pop culture, MGMT became a well-known band based on those three songs. And that is how most people know them. So all the fair-weather fans who walked into the psychedelic pop-art wave of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations’&lt;/span&gt; album artwork went in expecting more dance hits to play at their dorm parties to make them look “hip.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s not what they found. Instead they encountered a complex amalgam of an album that can be a bit off-putting and intimidating at first listen. A quick confession, I listened to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt; in its entirety before &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oracular Spectacular&lt;/span&gt;. I saw online when the album leaked and figured I’d listen to it. I mean, I liked MGMT. Might as well listen to their new stuff. And at first listen, I liked it. I mean, I wasn’t completely blown away, but I enjoyed it and would listen to it while aimlessly surfing the net in my dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I listened to it again, and again and slowly but surely, it grew on me. And now, I’m totally in love with it. As an album, it is much more coherent and comprehensive than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oracular Spectacular&lt;/span&gt;. In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt;, they picked a sound and stuck with it whereas OS was a bit all over the place. There were the big thumping dance hits ("Time To Pretend" and "Kids"),  acoustic, echoing tunes ("Pieces of What", "Weekend Wars") and then the trippier psychedelic stuff that would become the basis of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt; ("Of Moons, Birds, and Monsters", "4th Dimensional Transition").  Which is why it confuses me that people don’t understand where &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt; “came from.” If they really loved &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oracular Spectacular&lt;/span&gt; and listened to the whole album, they’d see that the guys were already dabbling in the spaced out sonic landscapes that invade &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEUt2cspo7I/AAAAAAAAABo/USiSFgsMP9Y/s1600/34023_1511464833483_1440257742_1391556_6095695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEUt2cspo7I/AAAAAAAAABo/USiSFgsMP9Y/s320/34023_1511464833483_1440257742_1391556_6095695_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495849333715215282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With help from producer Sonic Boom, of Spacemen 3 fame, the guys of MGMT create an aural world that once you’ve truly stepped into it, you won’t want to leave. The album leaves you feeling much like the confused little cartoon on the album artwork, engulfed in a wave that you can’t control, but something about it still feels so right. From the loud surf-rock open of "It’s Working" to the subdued applause neatly wrapping up the end of "Congratulations" (both the song and the album), it’s quite the journey if you’re willing to submit yourself to it. There’s quite the variety of songs, from the reverb-filled mystical "Someone’s Missing" that starts slow but builds up to a booming crescendo to the weird instrumental "Lady Dada’s Nightmare" which combines the sounds of organs, guitars, pianos and pained screaming which all combine to create a sound which is so bizarre and unsettling, but yet you find yourself still listening. Andrew VanWyngarden has described the song as what it would sound like if you had sex with Lady Gaga. Well, it’s definitely an interesting notion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first taste listeners got of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt; was "Flash Delirium," which, even for MGMT’s standards, is a strange song. It takes a few listens to orient yourself with the insanity of the track. It’s a complex and layered song with many things happening at once. On paper it lyrically looks like a tangled web of confusion, but when all combined, it somehow forms the outline of a coherent thought. It uses a lot of post apocalyptic imagery, “even if this hall collapses/ I can stand by my pillar of hope/it’s just a case of flash delirium,” “my earthbound heart is heavy, your heartbeat keeps things light, with the violence forever threatening the night.” And by the end all hell breaks loose with VanWyngarden channeling his inner heavy metal star screaming nonsense combinations of words and then the end. You’re left, head spinning, confused, but hey you have to admit it was a fun trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give a song by song analysis, and believe me, I could, but I need to talk about my personal favorite, "Siberian Breaks." The 12 minute “pop surf opera” behemoth of a song. First let me say this song is incredibly epic live. My friend Clare who went with me started to film it not knowing it was 12 minutes long; at around 6 minutes she asked “Is this still even the same song?” I guess I should have warned her ahead of time. But honestly, this song is a journey. Lyrically, it is the most developed with so many thoughts piled into it that make me stop for a moment and really think, “It’s not the life lesson you’d’ve guessed/ if you’re conscious you must be depressed/ or at least cynical.” The song moves in waves, carrying you along the frozen soundscape they are creating. It opens with the strumming of an acoustic guitar, travels through levels of echoing, vast aural landscapes, and ends with two full minutes of synthed out bliss. I’ve heard synths called “sparkling” before, and I never understood what that really meant until I heard that song. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMT name drops some of their influences in the brash and fun "Brian Eno" and the bouncing "Song for Dan Treacy," about the singer of the band Television Personalities. In all honesty, it’s helped introduce me to new music since it piqued my curiosity about those two artists. VanWyngarden and Goldwasser have said in interviews that they never planned to make an album about fame, but it kind of happened anyway. I guess it’s hard not to when it comes out of nowhere; it must be hard to get a bearing on what is happening. "Congratulations," the song, is a thesis on fame that laments the superficial aspects of it, but basks in the glories of it as well “I’ve got someone to make reports that tell me how my money’s spent/ to book my stays and draw my blinds so I can’t tell what’s really there.” Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Who knows, for “all I need’s a great big congratulations.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, congratulations MGMT. I genuinely mean that. This album deserves a lot more credit than people are willing to give it, but those who do appreciate it will hold onto it as a little gem. I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-5955807534583133638?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/5955807534583133638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-defense-of-congratulations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/5955807534583133638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/5955807534583133638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-defense-of-congratulations.html' title='in defense of congratulations'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEUth70K6qI/AAAAAAAAABg/lcuMjw0QvTU/s72-c/congratulations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-8815830237005278449</id><published>2010-07-19T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T22:05:49.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MGMT'/><title type='text'>mood music - angry</title><content type='html'>Angry, angsty, anxious. All very accurate words to describe my state of mind right now. All a part of the pains of being a free spirited 19 year old. So what to do in a situation like this? Listen to music. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angry songs playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6wUPCqwWI8"&gt;The Kills - Cheap and Cheerful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm bored and cheap and cheerful/ I want expensive sadness." True that. Plus, the lo-fi grunge rock sound of this song helps me channel my inner angry rockstar. Might as well indulge myself in my quest to release my bad feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY04wR4zjw4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn - Don't Fucking Tell Me What To Do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story. Of. My. Life. The title tells you all you need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hlteS0PJqsM"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGMT - Flash Delirium&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so blame the boys of MGMT for my angst right now, but nevertheless I still love them eternally. I will get around to posting my extended commentary of Congratulations, but for right now I'll keep it sweet and short. This song is awesome, confusing and loud. I just lose myself in the insanity and it's cathartic. Plus, the last 45 seconds of the song, whenever I'm listening to it in the car, I like to full on scream along. I wonder what other drivers think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are more songs, but as of now, these three songs have gained many more play counts on my iTunes. And while I'm pretty chill right now, the evil feelings are still lurking in the pit of my stomach. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-8815830237005278449?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/8815830237005278449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/mood-music-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/8815830237005278449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/8815830237005278449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/mood-music-angry.html' title='mood music - angry'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-6232942736272926848</id><published>2010-07-16T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:49:58.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking heads'/><title type='text'>the name of this post is talking heads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEFSP94akeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YUkvxitcKv4/s1600/Talking%2BHeads%2Btalkingheads%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEFSP94akeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YUkvxitcKv4/s320/Talking%2BHeads%2Btalkingheads%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494763454631416290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm not scouting out new new music, I like to listen to the stuff our parents listened to. The classics. The basis for all good music today. Sometimes when I go out searching for 60's and 70's music, I feel like I was born in the wrong decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my latest favorite from years past are the Talking Heads. I'm kind of in love. Their music ranges from thumping dance tunes with apocalyptic lyrics (Life During Wartime) to twinkling synth tunes I'd listen to on a day at the beach (This Must Be The Place). The sound is so innovative for it's time and even way ahead of stuff today. David Byrne's voice spits out the lyrics effortlessly, on a flow of consciousness. I've read that sometimes the takes for lyrics were all improvised. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love is it's ability to link two time periods that are only separated by time. On the drive home from LAX from dropping my mom and sister off on their vacation, I was given musical freedom on the drive home. Which is great because my dad loves my music. I put on Life During Wartime and you should have seen how he lit up. He was smiling and moving to the music. "I used to listen to this song in college!" he exclaimed excitedly. He proceeded to tell me how this was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; party song of the time and how his friends saw them in concert. He opened up a flood of memories and perspective into the period of his life that I am living right now. It was the neatest thing. How one simple song could, after all these years, have a relevance in both of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only further proof as to why music is the greatest thing that manages to exist on earth. It's magical in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COlw977yrmE"&gt;Youtube - Life During Wartime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTPqPZzH-LA"&gt;Youtube - This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-6232942736272926848?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/6232942736272926848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-when-im-not-scouting-out-new-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/6232942736272926848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/6232942736272926848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-when-im-not-scouting-out-new-new.html' title='the name of this post is talking heads'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TEFSP94akeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YUkvxitcKv4/s72-c/Talking%2BHeads%2Btalkingheads%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-3197864911271260119</id><published>2010-07-15T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:15:30.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jónsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go do'/><title type='text'>jónsi - go do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD_qioC9sPI/AAAAAAAAABI/pGy9yDF0hO4/s1600/jonsi45200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD_qioC9sPI/AAAAAAAAABI/pGy9yDF0hO4/s320/jonsi45200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494367951001596146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6HjT4SQKJI"&gt;Youtube - Go Do (official video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to listen to this song and not feel happy. It's been on repeat for me the past few days, and I can't help but feel uplifted and completely empowered. Granted, I can barely understand what he is saying with his thick accent. I can make out a word or phrase here and there, but the amazing thing is that you don't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to understand what he's saying to understand the feeling he's conveying. It's a similar effect that was utilized by Jónsi's band, Sigur Rós, in their untitled album symoblized&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;()&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of writing lyrics in any language (which the band has dubbed "Hopelandic"), they use the vocals as another instrument. There are no words, no grammar, no form, only functions of sound. It makes it completely universal; no one can be excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of a cool notion, yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-3197864911271260119?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3197864911271260119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/jonsi-go-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/3197864911271260119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/3197864911271260119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/jonsi-go-do.html' title='jónsi - go do'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD_qioC9sPI/AAAAAAAAABI/pGy9yDF0hO4/s72-c/jonsi45200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-4036534608953603666</id><published>2010-07-15T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:51:10.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body talk pt 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>soundtrack to my summer: robyn - body talk pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD-ObwrrZwI/AAAAAAAAABA/r6KE8j_UMS8/s1600/bodytalk-pt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD-ObwrrZwI/AAAAAAAAABA/r6KE8j_UMS8/s320/bodytalk-pt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494266677991008002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout every stage of my life, I guess I have a certain album to go along with how I'm feeling at that point. Yes, I went through my pre-tween emo-esque phase where I thought I was cool if I listened to Avril Lavigne and Evanescence. Those were the days when I was heavily influenced by what other people thought of me. Now, I honestly don't give a fuck and I can confidently say that makes me a much happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to get to my actual point, I think I've found my soundtrack of my summer. Robyn's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Body Talk Pt. 1&lt;/span&gt; seems to articulate my feelings so accurately it almost scares me. Coming back home from college after a year of fun and freedom has been a messy transition, one that still throbs painfully from time to time. My free spirit feels trapped under rules and stuck in a city where dreams wither like the lawns fried by the burning desert sun. Robyn's lyrics poignantly address these suppressed feelings I have inside. In "None of Dem," she laments about how nothing in her life is what she'd hoped it would be, "I'm so bored in this town/ take me away from here/ play some kind of new sound/ something true and sincere." A similar sentiment is echoed in "Cry When You Get Older," where she points out the negative aspects of suburbia, "Then endless incomprehensible boredom takes ahold again." I sit there thinking oh my god that's my life right there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet even though all of these ideas are less than pleasant, ("Dancing On My Own" talks about not being noticed by someone no matter how hard you try) the way in which she delivers them with her slightly accented voice and a booming dance anthem sound, you can't help but want to get up and move. Robyn knows and understands these feelings and she doesn't like them, so let's banish them. We can banish them by enjoying ourselves, even if we have to dance on our own; it's better than not dancing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her music is clearly pop music, but it is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt; pop music. Robyn has been around the music business longer than any of the latest teen queens; she knows her shit. Her voice needs no auto-tune or over produced background music to overshadow sub-par vocals too often found in pop music today. Her vocal ability is showcased in the album closer, "Jag Vet En Delig Rosa," a Swedish jazz song from the 60's, in which her voice reminds me of Bat for Lashes with it's ethereal quality. It's a lovely end to an album filled with big sounds and big thoughts. She &lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/news/39451-new-robyn-album-gets-a-release-date/"&gt;recently announced&lt;/a&gt; that Body Talk Pt. 2 will be coming out September 6th, hopefully with Pt.3 coming before the end of the year as well. I anxiously await both albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/robynmyspace"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMth6xZlVJU"&gt;Youtube - Dancing On My Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-4036534608953603666?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/4036534608953603666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/soundtrack-to-my-summer-robyn-body-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/4036534608953603666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/4036534608953603666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/soundtrack-to-my-summer-robyn-body-talk.html' title='soundtrack to my summer: robyn - body talk pt.1'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD-ObwrrZwI/AAAAAAAAABA/r6KE8j_UMS8/s72-c/bodytalk-pt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-1607657741917852379</id><published>2010-07-14T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:32:35.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>baths - maximalist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD46YoOcRgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KIfcMTsxV9U/s1600/Baths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD46YoOcRgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KIfcMTsxV9U/s320/Baths.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493892790227846658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to get lost in the swirling, sparkling synthesizers of Baths' song Maximalist off his newly released LP &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cerulean&lt;/span&gt;. The sound swells and fades rhythmically as if enticing you in and simultaneously pushing you away. As soon as you begin to feel slightly comfortable in this movement, the sound cuts out to spoken samples that sound as if they've been ripped from a sub-par recording of some anonymous motivational speaker: "what's love telling you to do right now?", "it takes a lot of courage to radiate your essence." It abruptly pulls you out of the song with explicit subliminal messaging. You stop to ponder these ideas, but then the swell of the synths pull you back into the mind mending spin where a search for control is fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to this if you're not prepared to get a little dizzy, especially if you're lying down with your eyes closed. But maybe that's exactly how you're supposed to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zemkodUsPEw"&gt;Youtube: Baths - Maximalist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-1607657741917852379?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/1607657741917852379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/baths-maximalist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/1607657741917852379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/1607657741917852379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/baths-maximalist.html' title='baths - maximalist'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD46YoOcRgI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KIfcMTsxV9U/s72-c/Baths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-9090731071607618491</id><published>2010-07-14T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:18:03.800-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal collective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beirut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach house'/><title type='text'>lazy inspiration</title><content type='html'>While my mother and younger sister are dealing with tornado warnings and thunderstorms on their vacation in Wisconsin, I lounged it up by the pool in the lovely California sun this afternoon. Since I'm trying to stop worrying about minute things in the future, it was much more enjoyable to soak up the sun without any preoccupations. Before my iPod battery gave out because stupid me forgot to charge it after the long car ride yesterday, I listened to quite an odd mix of songs while tanning my pale self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tanning mix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zol2MJf6XNE"&gt;Animal Collective - My Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MH6Ed4V3tpo"&gt;Beirut - Scenic World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-rYQRxzaJM"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach House - 10 Mile Stereo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zemkodUsPEw"&gt;Baths - Maximalist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to analyze my reasonings for choosing these songs, my mind ran through potential explanations like the fullness in the sound of each song, the calming transcendental repetitive melodies, etc. But then I came to the realiziation it was really only because all the band names are really close to each other in my iPod library and I was too lazy to go further than "B." Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-9090731071607618491?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/9090731071607618491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/lazy-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/9090731071607618491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/9090731071607618491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/lazy-inspiration.html' title='lazy inspiration'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-3571428028296987784</id><published>2010-07-13T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:32:15.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best coast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>living on the best coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD465sHSm4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ysy3MFWAMQM/s1600/bestcoastcast452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD465sHSm4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ysy3MFWAMQM/s320/bestcoastcast452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493893358207277954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Coast is California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I’m not saying that because I happen to live in and love the Golden State. Best Coast, the Los Angeles duo of Bethany Cosentino and Bobb Bruno, produces a sound that conjures images of the idyllic California dream. I've just recently discovered them, but I instantly fell in love when I heard their song "Boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surf pop guitars and the swelling vocal waves in the background can automatically transport me from my current desert wasteland of a location to the ocean shoreline where everything makes so much more sense. Even though Cosentino's straightforward but strikingly accurate lyrics ("I wish he was my boyfriend/ I'd love him 'til the very end/ But instead he is just a friend") only serve to resurrect those feelings of unrequited love, I can't help but feel good listening to it. Images of the waves crashing against the shore while the sun sets on a warm California evening come to mind. A place where even if I was feeling lonely, I'd still manage to feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Coast's debut LP Crazy For You was made available to &lt;a href="http://blog.urbanoutfitters.com/features/best_coast"&gt;stream online&lt;/a&gt; yesterday and I've listened to it all the way through once. All I want to do is find an old vintage convertible, some Ray-Bans and drive down the 101 all day listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bestycoasty"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/bestycoastyy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bestycoasty.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-3571428028296987784?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/3571428028296987784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/3571428028296987784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/3571428028296987784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html' title='living on the best coast'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TD465sHSm4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ysy3MFWAMQM/s72-c/bestcoastcast452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427491487377647412.post-7504974278978997230</id><published>2010-07-13T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:31:24.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>dip your toes in</title><content type='html'>I have been meaning to do this for a very long time. Make a music blog that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I love music would be horribly understating the truth. I've loved music since I was a child. Yes, my preference in what type of music has vastly changed (and quite frankly improved) as I have gotten older, but nevertheless I have always loved to be wrapped up in sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my small, but growing vinyl collection and I could see  myself reflected in its shiny black surface and I had a revelation.  That is what music is. Being able to find yourself within it. Music is  not meant to be recorded once and forgotten. Nobody who makes music  would ever do that. Each person has their own memories in every song. Our reaction is unique and only the individual can experience that.  We allow ourselves to merge with the music and let it take over our  bodies. &lt;p&gt;It’s such a beautiful concept. A person and a song becoming one. The  music artists give us gifts that we get to do whatever we want with  them. I think my love affair with music is one that will never wane. If I  had to pick only one of my five senses to save and abandon the other  four, I’d keep my hearing just so I could still listen to music.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This will be a place where I can spill my own love, disgust, shock, awe and admiration of whatever soundwaves pass through my ears. It's a work in progress, but like us, it's ever changing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let the journey begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427491487377647412-7504974278978997230?l=lollytay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/feeds/7504974278978997230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-been-meaning-to-do-this-for-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/7504974278978997230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427491487377647412/posts/default/7504974278978997230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollytay.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-been-meaning-to-do-this-for-very.html' title='dip your toes in'/><author><name>lollytay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00869581494317652166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ARZDBM1Tszk/TKDXwEawq4I/AAAAAAAAADU/TX1nDK063Kg/S220/40825_1518975850259_1110416558_31461490_1924759_n-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
