So apparently there's this really cool band called The Kills that I hadn't heard of until I got some lyrics written on some packaging on some vinyl stickers from this place. And then the song that's the homage to whatever 2020 has been:
NIce use of Taiko drums - which I have a soft spot for - in Bummerland . A friend of mine lived for a while on a remote farmhouse where Kodō were his neighbours. He said they were incredibly self disciplined with a strict fitness and physical training regimen and of course every day at fuck-off o'clock in the morning he'd get woken up. Would love to have had that experience.
Remembered Molly Lewis for some reason, and was overjoyed to listen to two of her songs from back in the early days of YouTube: My Hope is about MySpace... and poignant in today's environment: And her appeal to Stephen Fry to become his surrogate is epic:
I'm over the moon about Connie Converse. All her recordings are demos from the 50's and 60's. I have listened to this album too many times in the last two weeks. She has a compelling back story that you can hear in many you tube videos if you are interested. Harold Budd died this week. Children on a Hill is one of the few things I've ever uploaded to you tube. Harold can be too new agey sometimes, he worked with Eno quite a bit. I love this live performance. I've listened to this old guy do great covers quite a bit lately. Frank Watkinson rules the covers.