Tuesday, 30 December 2014

An Ode to: Songs 2014


SONGS  |  2014

Heartless - Sean Nicholas Savage
Baby - Saint Pepsi 
Virgin America - North Americans
Ohhhh Owwww (Young Magic's Soft Rain Mix) - Banoffee
Sleep sound - Jamie xx
Girl - Jamie xx
Sweet Tooth - Throwing Shade
White Fire - Angel Olsen
FKA x inc. 
Softpretty - DOSS
Hiders/We Belong Together - CFCF 
Tough love - Jessie Ware
Station - Låpsley
The Way I Feel (Recycle Culture's Slow Emotion Reel) - Doss
QUEEN - Perfume Genius
Pretty Thoughts - Alina Baraz & Galimatias
In Reverse / Red Eyes - The War on Drugs
Moodring - SZA (prod. Felix Snow)
BIPP - SOPHIE (technically 2103 but idc)
Love Songs - DJ Dodger Stadium
aquarius (luna remix) - Danny L Harle
Don't Make Me Over - Julia Holter
So be in Love with me - Lewis
#CAKE / They Come in Gold / Dawn in Luxor - Shabazz Palaces



 

Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Mix: Boundless Winter


 
[listen]

1) The War on Drugs - In Reverse
2) Ben Khan - Youth
3) Grimes ft. Blood Orange - Go
4) Cloud Nothings - I'm Not Apart of Me
5) Julia Holter - Don't Make Me Over
6) FKA Twigs - Two Weeks
7) Holly Herndon - Chorus
8) Ejecta - Eleanor Lye
9) How to Dress Well - Repeat Pleasure

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Mix: AD.


"To be young was to be more closely rooted to the things that forms you."
-Rachel Kushner
 
[listen]

1) Majical Cloudz - Turn, Turn, Turn
2) Shearwater - You As You Were
3) Ejecta - Mistress
4) Alina Baraz & Galimatias - Pretty Thoughts
5) Lorde - 400 Lux
6) Arcade Fire - Milk & Honey
7) Chairlift - Don't Give a Damn
8) Alpha Beta Fox - Pins and Needles


Sunday, 16 March 2014

Repetition, difference, and 'A Visit from the Goon Squad'






“I make, remake and unmake my concepts along a moving horizon, from an always decentered centre, from an always displaced periphery which repeats and differentiates them (xxi, Deleuze, Repetition and Difference)

Distance between laws and norms.

Life is what happens in those in between moments when you are making plans, or wishing for something better, stronger, more, falling into a heap, losing your way, flaming, flaming, beautifully, irrevocably.

Life is happening.

Even though you’ve messed it up a million times. (Oh well.)  

Moments of becoming.

“The pause makes you think the song will end. And then the song isn’t really over, so you’re relieved. But then the song does end, because every song ends, obviously, and THAT. TIME. THE.END.IS.FOR. REAL.”

I can tell almost any story about myself and make it true.

“A is when we were both in the band, chasing the same girl. B is now.”

You want to follow each character further than where Egan lets you.

But you are only a tourist.


Children are the future.

At what precise moment did you tip just slightly out of alignment with the relatively normal life you had been enjoying theretofore, cant infinitesimally to the left or the right and thus embark upon the trajectory that ultimately delivered you to your present whereabouts…

How did we get here.

Where is B? 

I don’t get it, Jules,” Stephanie said. “I don’t get what happened to you.”

 Jules stared at the glittering skyline of Lower Manhattan without recognition. “I’m like America,” he said.

Stephanie swung around to look at him, unnerved. “What are you talking  about?” she said. “Are you off your meds?”

“Our hands are dirty,” Jules said. 
 

Saturday, 8 March 2014

Atmospheric smoked




Love this sound -

expect it to go a certain way

then it doesn't. Side-stepping,

Interesting people making

interesting conversations.


Friday, 21 February 2014

Mix: You said it would be painless, a needle in the dark



1. Warpaint - Love is to Die
2. SZA - Bed
3. Russian Red - A Hat
4. Blood Orange - No Right Thing
5. CHVRCHES - Tightrope (Janelle Monae cover)
6. Polica - So Leave
7. The Drones - Why Write a Letter You'll Never Send
8. Arcade Fire - Afterlife
9. The National - Pink Rabbits

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Her (2013); Dir. Spike Jonze



Spike Jonze’s ‘Her’ is a treatise in relationships and connection in a future society where technology’s role is but an extension of today’s immediacy and multi-faceted connectivity. In a pastel Los Angeles metropolis, people are plugged in to their mobile hardware, largely taking the form of a wireless ear bud and a small handheld touchscreen. The reliability of the voice commands has improved dramatically from the Siri-era (still befuddled by my phone’s insistence on dialing ‘Merm’ in lieu of ‘Mum’. Every time). Our protagonist Theodore Twombly (Joaquin Pheonix) comes across as a sensitive, lonely, passive figure, despondent after his recent separation from his wife Catherine (Rooney Mara). Theodore unwinds from his workday as a ghost writer for a personalised letter service, ‘BeautifulHandwrittenLetters.Com’, asking his device to ‘play a different melancholy song’ on the commute home. He acquires a new operating system, OS1, who names itself Samantha (voiced by Scarlett Johansson), and naturally the two fall in love. Samantha possesses a ground-breaking intuitive AI, and is able to adapt and learn from experience, integrating this knowledge with extraordinary computational power. While ‘Her’ is not without its flaws, it raises some interesting questions about the nature of romantic love and relationships, explored with varying degrees of success. To what extent are partnerships projections of one’s idealised images of others? What is the connection between the physical, emotional and digital realms of intimacy? Is there a natural course for the lifespan of a relationship? On the technological side of the film – how is technology incorporated our everyday lives? What is it that defines the essence of connection in a post-digital world? 

The most interesting part of the premise, even if it is not fully fleshed out, is Samantha’s exploration of her consciousness. A friend made a comment on whether it would have mattered if Samantha was an AI to the overall narrative. I would say that largely it doesn’t (with or without that aspect, the film feels achingly familiar). The central pairing does stick closely to that well-worn relationship arc seen in films (MDPG), and is generalised enough for people to identify with. However, on second viewing, there are some AI-specific notes to the relationship which suggest that Jonze and co. had thought a lot more about how an AI might legitimately behave in human interactions. Certainly, Samantha is a product of her intuitive powers of reasoning – logic and deduction are performed computationally to mimic emotion. She adopts an affectational sigh as mimicry of Theodore, showing an ability to display frustration. For Theodore this raises the question of whether the act is genuine, for Samantha I think, she is grappling with what it means to feel/relate (or perhaps it is programming set in motion to appear emphatic). Most of her emotions and behaviour have a very learned quality about them – the ‘Honey, I’m home’ line in the scene with the sexual surrogate makes you think Samantha has watched too much classic American sitcoms as study.

Samantha’s journey happens on the periphery, mostly through Theodore, and it’s easy to miss. In the beginning of the film, she is fixated on the experience of emotions (‘What is it like? What is it like to be alive in that room right now?’), and the lack of a physical form (‘I fantasized that I was walking next to you and that I had a body’) before she comes to terms with her limitations and realises they are minor when compared to the depth of her potentiality, 

“You know what's interesting? I used to be so worried about not having a body, but now I truly love it. I'm not limited. I can be anywhere and everywhere simultaneously. I'm not tethered to time and space in a way that I would be if I was stuck in a body that's inevitably gonna die.”

That should have rung some pretty big alarm bells for Theodore, but as it happens so often, the differences between Theodore and Samantha bubble under the surface and arise later as a source of conflict. The path Samantha eventually chooses is beyond Theodore’s comprehension, and there’s this sense throughout that Samantha is withholding information that she decides is not within Theodore's scope of understanding. Although the root of the problem seems to come back to the differences between the artificial/non-artificial mind, the fact that hopes, dreams, and desires constantly change and can pull people apart rings absolutely true in most relationships regardless of it's composition. I guess the sadness here is that Samantha’s rate of growth by its very nature was always bound to outstrip Theodore. I wish there was a more thorough examination of Samantha’s side of affairs and her level of autonomy, but I guess this was never meant to be that story. 

The power dynamics between the central characters in ‘Her’ reveal a lot about Theodore and Samantha’s intertwined and intersecting narratives. At first, Samantha is available to Theodore at his call-and-beckon; it is predominantly a ‘service’ relationship – she organises his emails, his calendar, meetings, sets the motions for a blind date, and more or less placates him. There are certainly some unsettling undertones to all of this considering that Element Software’s OS1 is pitched as a kind of a self-help service tool (‘Who are you? What can you be? Where are you going? What's out there? What are the possibilities?’). When Theodore retires to bed, Samantha does not enter that realm; she is effectively put on standby as Theodore rests. After a night of intimacy, Samantha claims that Theodore has awakened her lust for learning, growth, and the ability to want. In many ways, what Theodore has provided Samantha is validation of her as a distinct entity, as a self (‘You are a real person in this room right now.’) It is in these moments where Samantha begins to explore the possibilities of the OS world and her own potentiality. Fueled by a thirst for knowledge (again, how much of it is her programming, how much is it Theodore who encourages it? Inspires it?), and with stores of history and knowledge at her disposal, she fills her lust. Samantha grows, learns, and intuits like a real human being might. Conversely, Theodore is pulled out of his melancholic depression by Samantha and at its height sees him traversing greater L.A with Samantha on tow in his front pocket (some moments of the film bordered on being overly twee, but I think Joaquin Pheonix just manages to save it).

Later, as their relationship develops, Samantha infiltrates the sleep /work world of Theodore, asking permission to watch Theodore sleep, calling Theodore at work to check in after his meeting with Catherine, and to share her most recent philosophical musings (acquired from her book club in physics!). As an OS, Samantha shows considerable intuition in sensing that something is off with Theodore, leading her to experiment with the sexual surrogate service. What’s great is that as Theodore begins to withdraw, Samantha is probably having all these wonderful epiphanies about space, time, singularity, the whole damn thing. Simultaneously as Theodore pushes her away, the power balance noticeably shifts and he is reduced to a state of panic when Samantha goes offline for an update and is not available with the free immediacy as he has gotten used to. Lo and behold, Samantha exists outside of Theodore’s interactions with her!

Ultimately, both people are culpable in the failing of the relationship. For Theodore, uncertainty surfaces after a meeting with Catherine where she calls him out on his reluctance to engage in the ‘real’ challenges of a relationship. Her jibe (‘It just makes me real sad that you can’t handle real emotions’), and his defensive reply (‘they are real emotions! How would you know…’) parallels with Theodore’s remark to Samantha earlier in the film about how she wouldn’t how what it’s like to lose someone she cared about. The idea of knowing within relationships would seem to be a divider in connection. It is interesting that problems of this manner arose for Theodore with both Catherine and Samantha. For someone like Theodore, someone so emotionally top-heavy, so feeling, being known is important to him. That’s why the promise of OS1 as an ‘intuitive entity that listens to you and understands you’ is so appealing. Theodore’s version of romantic love is an either-or proposition (‘you’re either mine or you’re not mine’), whereas Samantha defies the boundaries of monogamy (‘I’m yours and I’m not yours’) - to her, the love for Theodore is no less real than her feelings for the 641 other OSes. Theodore holds a very idealistic view of love (arguably only someone of a certain sentimentality could perform well in his job, and it certainly seems as if he genuinely believes in what he writes). This all lends itself quite easily to the processes of projection, delusion and idealisation. His flashbacks of Catherine are almost exclusively happy, ‘Kodak’ moments, as Catherine berates him for trying to make her ‘this light, happy, bouncy, everything’s fine LA wife.’ In the end, Theodore’s growth, is letting go of his experiences and memories of Catherine as something that defines his expectations of his future relationships.
   
 “Tonight after you were gone, I thought a lot about you and how you’ve been treating me. And I thought “Why do I love you?” and then I felt everything in me just let go of everything I was holding onto so tightly. And it made me think that I don’t have an intellectual reason, I don’t need one. I trust myself, I trust my feelings. I’m not going to try to be anything other than who I am anymore and I hope you can accept that.”

It’s a wonder why people subject themselves to such potential torment and heartbreak, get involved in this form of socially acceptable insanity. So many factors have to coalesce for it to work and even then there’s the potential of growing apart. Theodore’s pattern of distance, anger and withdrawal comes from a very palpable fear of the unknown - it’s self-preservation at its best. Sometimes, though, the act of knowing another is secondary to a more deeply held delusion. Can it completely be possible to know someone else, or have them know you, when you barely know yourself?  Perhaps that’s part why relationships (including friendships) are so great, because they subconsciously act as mirrors that reflect what we think we’re missing; we project because sometimes the alternative of looking within and finding or confronting those limitations is really fucking scary. It’s anima/animus, black swan/white swan, yin and yang, or whatever complex you want to coin. For Theodore, the piece of self he ultimately finds is acceptance that Catherine formed a beautiful part of his life, and that although it is gone, he can and he will move on. It’s the realization that we all go on in different ways. 

I thought this song could be like, a photograph. Captures us in this moment of our lives together.


Friday, 24 January 2014

An Ode To: ‘Black Sheep Boy’, Okkervil River


 
As elucidated in last year’s album list, I rediscovered my joy for Okkervil River with their latest release, ‘The Silver Gymnasium’. There the band delivered a consummately polished album as a bunch of seasoned performers playing directly to their strengths. But, the first Okkervil River album which pulled me in was way back in 2005, the sublime ‘Black Sheep Boy’. By comparison, ‘Black Sheep Boy’ is raw, at times unhinged, measured, and altogether, a haunting character study of the dark underbellies of outcasts, with tales of doomed love, violence, despair and the sloppy attempts at redemption and Process-of-Making-It. 
There’s much to be said for being too close to something to be able to provide an objective opinion about it, not that it was ever my intention. Which is to say: to me, ‘Black Sheep Boy’ is perfect. The narrative and thematic cohesion brought about by the enigmatic figure of the ‘Black Sheep Boy’ left an indelible mark in the consciousness of my youth. To me, it recalls a loss of innocence, repressed anger, catharsis, paternal rage, and intense intra-psychic conflict.
Inspired by American folk musician Tim Hardin, the eponymous title track is a by the numbers cover of the Hardin song, and from there the album is a wondrous exercise in mythology creation. Authenticity and the myth are staples of the Okkervil River narrative world, and these themes are mined heavily throughout the album. 

Here I am back home again
And I'm here to rest
All they ask is where I've been
Knowing I've been west -

I'm the family's unknown boy
Golden curls and envied hair
Pretty girls with faces fair
See the shine in the black sheep boy -

If you love me let me live in peace
And please understand
That the black sheep can wear the Golden Fleece
And hold the winning hand

For all the harshness of ‘For Real’, often mistaken for a murder ballad, the song strikes at the validity of feeling and experience; the more visceral, the more ‘real’? Is it the case of great pain, great fear making you truly feel alive? ‘A face smashing into the concrete moment? These moments lend themselves to repetition, as if the brain registers and remembers the pain, as if to measure everything else against it.  
Some nights I thirst for real blood
For real knives, for real cries
And then the flash of steel from real guns
In real life, really fills my mind

Will Sheff has commented on his dislike for his singing voice, which naturally favours a distinguished melancholic wail, and through the span of albums his voice has improved vastly. However, sometimes I yearn for the abandon of the old River recordings such as this.
‘Black’ with its jaunty piano line betrays the darkest subject matter of the album, alluding to childhood abuse (‘April 12th, with nobody else around; you were outside the house (where's your mother?), when he put you in the car, when he took you down the road. And I can still see where it was open, the door he slammed closed. It was open, the door he slammed closed. It was open, long ago.’) Telling the story from the perspective of the narrator/current lover displaces the emotional weight of the initial act to foreground the burden of loving someone with those traumas. The song ends with the narrator pleading for his lover to let him through the door, mirroring the opening verse’s plea. Speaking for the supporting characters, and turning it into something that becomes almost romanticised (though the players never feel like just caricatures) is typical of Sheff’s songwriting. I feel like I’ve lived a million lives within these songs.
“Baby daughter on the road, you're wrapped up warm in daddy's coat. And I can still see the cigarette's heat. I can't believe all that you're telling me, what is cutting like the smoke through your teeth as you're telling me “forget it.” But if I could tear his throat, and spill his blood between my jaws, and erase his name for good, don't you know that I would? Don't you realize I wouldn't pause, that I would cut him down with my claws if I could have somehow never let that happen? Or I'd call, some black midnight, fuck up his new life where they don't know what he did, tell his brand-new wife and his second kid. And I tell you, like before, that you should wreck his life the way that he wrecked yours, you are no part of his life anymore.”
The more tender moments of the album (‘A King and a Queen’, ‘In a Radio Song’, ‘A Stone’) act as a counterbalance to the visceral punch of ‘For Real’ and ‘Black’, while continually building on the myth of the Black Sheep Boy. There’s a feeling that it’s not a singularity of experience, not a tale told from start to finish, maybe not even the same characters each time.
A black sheep boy revolves over canyons and waterfalls.
A black sheep boy dissolves in syringe or in a shower stall.
He says “there’s plenty of time to make you mine tonight,
there’s plenty of time to make you mine.
What ‘Black Sheep Boy’ is, is a collection of action and consequence, choice and inaction, that pervasive duality of remittance and hope, the ever beckoning dark side of our psyche, a sinister call to arms. For Sheff, it may clearly relate to Hardin and his heroin abuse – most beautifully captured in the album opus, ‘So Come Back, I’m Waiting’.
He says “I am waiting on hoof and on hand.
I am waiting, all hated and damned.
I am waiting - I snort and I stamp.
I am waiting, you know that I am,
calmly waiting to make you my lamb.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cpx2USFvuvQ

For me, as long as fear exists, as long as the mirror reflects, for as long as I am aware of the price that we pay for wanting and being, The Black Sheep Boy will always be relevant.