Actually, I went to the airport to fly to Minneapolis, but some sort of faulty hydraulics in Fresno made me late to SFO. My connecting flight was in International(!), all the way across the airport from where I landed, so I ran. In fact, my technology tells me I ran 0.71mi in roughly 5m. With a bag in human traffic, that’s not bad. I arrived at the gate breathing heavy and sweating. Plane—still there. Terminal umbilical thingy—still there. Door—locked. I was 100ft away but it might as well have been 30,000ft. I was sad. So I took a picture of the plane that left me.
I write to think…
I write to untangle my thoughts or give birth to new ones. I write to reason, question, and struggle. If I’m not writing I’m not doing my best thinking. Each word or sentence I put down brings me closer to understanding.
Kate Tempest is a poet/MC with some heady, heavy rhymes. Her style is very much spoken word and in this video, works well with KwAke Bass’s disjunct, electronic beats. She covers some very sombre and sobering topics and her delivery is a little mesmerizing. Even though the content wasn’t happy per se, I found myself really enjoying how nimbly she wove her phrases together, floating above the beat at times then locking right into it with powerful repetition.
This type of music takes me back to childhood. We listened to a lot of classical as well as rock, but folk music was always intertwined in there. My mom used to play folk music on the guitar, singing in Harvard Square her junior year of high school, so it’s in my blood in a way.
There’s something in folk music, too, a simplicity that cuts right to what matters. Especially in this recording, Parr gets to the very root of life in America, and I love the fullness of his sound on the 12-string acoustic. His picking is pretty incredible, a perfect accompaniment to his down-to-earth voice and lyrics.
Red Cedar Grows and Red Cedar Flows
Long after you’re gone…
It’s outlasting you.
This may be the only country I post for #musicthursdays. Kacey Musgraves popped up in some article I read a couple years ago and I decided give her a listen—and I was pleasantly surprised. I guess she’s kind of pop-country (maybe), but there’s enough musicianship and authenticity here for me to ignore that. I also enjoy her witty, sort of “classic country” lyrics that flow together in surprising ways. The subject matter of Musgrave’s songs are modern enough to give her a little edge and many of her songs are catchy as hell. In my quest to give my own daughters a variety of female musicians/vocals, Kacey Musgraves has not disappointed as one of the only country acts you’ll hear in our house.
Every once in a while—sometimes more frequently—I get these urges. I pull out my phone, open my social media app, and my thumbs hover over the glowing keyboard. I’m about to share some thought or idea or observation and I pause to examine the sensation.
Why do I feel the need to share this?
Everything about this production is tight. From the band to the beats to the flow to the recording, it’s damn near flawless. I always have extra respect for hip-hop artists that are backed by live bands, and this production is especially fun to watch because it’s just so damn tight, from beginning to end. It’s a compilation of three songs that just meld together without a single hiccup. If you like hip-hop and you don’t know Black Milk yet, after watching this, you’ll definitely be hooked. Enjoy.