Moving on

After the tragic seperation with me and my Converse, I decided to try to move on. However, I felt that I couldn't get white ones this time, as it would have been too painful to handle. There isn't really much to say, except for the fact that it isn't joyful to wear those type of shoes anymore.

Also the new ones became like this only after a few months.

 

This just proves the theory of people, who after long relationships are capable of maintaining only short-term ones.

Zola Jesus + EMA @ Heaven, London

November 23rd, 2011

Last autumn my musical crush was Zola Jesus. After the Nevermind exhibition, I went inside a record store, and they had her new album playing. That's when it really hit me. I guess it was because of the good speakers, which were able to showcase the bass, which I think is important for her songs. There wasn't any other choice, but to get myself a ticket for her London gig, which was set two months after. Super stoked I was.

Just some hours before the gig, I checked who was the support. It was some teenager from Austria, then the excitement was gone. Apparently, EMA is quite a popular artist name, so the support act was actually a bit older and American.

In fact she was this extremely tall indie amazon princess- liked rocker, who could have starred in Xena. She had this captivating stage presence with music, which made you really concentrate on and a few dedicated fans, who seemed to drive the front audience mad.

Then something happened that I had never believed an indie act would do. Let along an indie support act.

I remember hoping that the guitar pieces she threw into the crowd wouldn't hit the camera. I managed to talk about it with her after the gig, and apparently it was her first time to wreck a guitar, which was a cheap one. She felt ashamed about it, as she realized how dangerous it was. I'm pretty sure though that people were rather excited of heavy pieces flying above their heads.

What could I say now about Zola Jesus' performance, except for that I didn't want it to stop? Well, she was tiny, and whenever she jumped into the crowd, it was hard to see where she was. Maybe now and then you could have spotted a glimpse of her hair.

It was cool to watch how concentrated she was in singing, and then all of the sudden she could turn into this Tazmanian devil with her crazy moves.




It was a great evening of music, but what made it perfect was to literally look back and see a familiar face; there was this guy standing behind me, who during Austra's gig was in front of me. That was the moment, when London became small. Me and my friend got to know him and his sister, who both of them moved from South Africa to London to work. They taught us this little trick what to do during gigs; when everyone else is standing, go down and it will feel like you've dived into another world. X

Friday Feature: Poliça

When I listen to Minnesota band Poliça (pronounced Police-a), I imagine myself being in a smoky bar with dimmed lights, black clothes and a pint of Guinness. By myself.

That can be a very dark scenario for some, literally too, but it isn't when you have the world's two best things complementing each other. Those happen to be great music and great beer.

Funky bass lines, intense drumming, Mac, R&B- flavored lead singer with the grace of a ballet dancer.. what else do you need to know? Aa yes, the band released their debut album Give You The Ghost a few months ago. Here are the two best songs, which just happen to start and end the record. The rest in the middle, they do a pretty good job in keeping me in the bar.

Where does Poliça take you?

Best of SYTYCD season 8

You've been probably wondering why I've posted a few dance videos lately on my Facebook page, or perhaps even losing your mind because of it. But I'm not to blame, as I wasn't able to embed those YouTube videos for my blog, but luckily these following routines I could! These are here to just build up the momentum for season 9 of So You Think You Can Dance, which premieres today!

After somewhile I've finally managed to catch up with this entertaining show. Though it will be weird to always wait for a week to see the next episode. Anyways here are last summer's best routines, in my opinion.

Friday Feature: Reptar

Mix one table spoon of dance with one table spoon of pop. Then add a spoonful of electro. What do you get?

Danceable electro-pop.

No shit, Sherlock.

If you want to take it a bit further, the synonym for the end result would be Reptar.

Not the Rugrats character. Add a lot of rainbow food dyes to get the wanted result.

There you go. Here we have the amazingly delicious musical pie ready to be thrown in your face.

Formed in 2008, this Georgia four-piece has been steadily working their way into the hearts of music lovers. Last year they released EP Oblangle Fizz Y'all, which The Sunday Times claimed as thrillingly good, off-kilter art pop.

Now their debut full-length album Body Faucet, produced by Ben Allen (Animal Collective, Gnarls Barkley, Bombay Bicycle Club) is available on iTunes for you to purchase and enjoy. If your bank account is empty at the moment, have a listen to a few tracks below and make sure to get the album when the next paycheck arrives. Before you pay the bills.




ps. have a look at their crazy website here

Explosions In The Sky - Postcard From 1952

Postcard From 1952 is one of my favorite 2011 songs. Actually, I could already claim that it is the best video of 2012.

Perhaps the best video ever.

Usually I don't like to watch long videos, but this has been on repeat for a few days now, and will be for the rest of my life. See it for yourself and you'll realize that I'm not exaggerating. If not, then you are a heartless person.

Friday Feature: Lower Dens

Dream-rock. Psychedelic-rock. Put-your-kids-to-bed-rock. What else could the Baltimore quintet Lower Dens be described as?

Just to clarify the third description; one music writer told that the band's sophomore album Nootropics, released April 30th, is his three-year-old daughter's favorite record. She cries every time the music is changed.

Talk about a prodigy of hipsterism.

Lower Dens, according to themselves are dark nerds of sweat and books with the interest on endurance tests. Musically, in my opinion, they have this repetitive beat in their songs accompanied by Jana Hunter's "I don't know what she is singing about" yet hypnotizing vocals. I can imagine some finding the music to be numbing, but it definitely has got me hooked. I start playing the air drums and get an adrenaline rush, when ever the tempo speeds up or a Muse-ish choir type of moment comes.

Yes Yes Yes.