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Songs that are a super turn-on and, for some reason, we have not seen them on the chart. Maybe we missed ‘em! Maybe you missed them?

Roman Candle “I Was a Fool”

October 2, 2011 • Rachel Heussenstamm

Roman Candle - OH TALL TREE IN THE EAR“Dusk was the longest hour when I was a kid. Beautiful things sometimes can seem pretty hid.”  The verses of  “I Was a Fool” never fail to send me sailing into idyllic childhood memories.   The kind of memories that ping all kinds of emotions in the present.  One minute it is the need to be out in the wild dirt (I guess adults call it nature), where boundlessness rules and passion can be nothing but pure.  The next minute it is the need to relive this childhood moment.  And then the next minute after that, you’re thinking the only way to relive this is by having babies of your own?  Is that a pure intention?  It’s without a doubt not boundless. ”Funny the things that make you want to walk the land are the things sometimes you barely understand.”

Speaking of funny things, it is important to note, the guitar player for Roman Candle kills one of my favorite rock moves: the Guitar Player’s Lunge. He gets really deep with it, right knee all the way to the floor, and he bounces up as fast as he drops down.  You can’t imagine how inspiring it is until you actually see it.  He makes me crave rocking with all my heart.  Every time.

Brad Sucks “Making Me Nervous”

September 25, 2011 • Rachel Heussenstamm

I think Pandora has nearly run its course in the office.  Seriously, we don’t even have Pandora Wars over which station we should be listening to anymore.  How can this be?   Maybe we are not being creative enough with the stations we pick?  Maybe the Pandora database is not as deep as it should be?  Maybe we are simply uninspired?  Maybe it’s time for Pandora to buff out the algorithms?   As burnt out as this experience has become, a treasure surfaced this week:  Brad Sucks’ “Making Me Nervous” passed through the playlist several times and sucky Brad has my full attention.  I’ve never heard this song before.  It’s from way back in 2003.  Was it a big hit?  And where’s this Brad guy?   I’m not sure what I love about it, but I am sure that I love it.  Somehow the singing has qualities of nasal drone and bouncy melody, simultaneously?  I’m into it.  I’m also into Brad’s self-deprecating shenanigans.  Self-deprecating is usually a total turn off, but Brad’s taken it to a whole other level and it works.  It’s like he is too transparent to be manipulative and too honest to be depressing, so the message is too loud to be anything but humorous.   Humor’s a turn on.

Natalie Prass “Small & Sweet”

September 17, 2011 • Rachel Heussenstamm

Prass is young and beautiful.  She’s kind of small.  And there are wafts of sweetness in her demeanor.  But, on the other hand, behind her eyes there is that soulfulness:  the one that usually comes after clocking in decades upon decades of watching, witnessing, searching, listening, talking, executing, failing, experimenting, and succeeding.   Then, when she starts talking, the inherent wisdom of that soulfulness follows.  Today, I stumbled across Natalie’s collection of songs on her Bandcamp page and I’ve been getting Small & Sweet with it for over an hour.

The Milk Carton Kids “There By Your Side”

September 12, 2011 • Rachel Heussenstamm

PrologueIf this song is a regret song, it is the sweetest regret song I have ever heard.  David Mead posted The Milk Carton Kids to Facebook last week, and I thought, “Well, if David posted it, it must be serious.” So I clicked and then I headed to the kitchen to listen while I cooked some yuppie-meets-peasant Quinoa, and “There By Your Side” has been lingering somewhere between my heart and my mind ever since.   The melody just sails in with the most attractive, yet humble, tone; then, it lifts you into a moment that is mournful and inherently good.  Take note (as Mead did), The Kids currently have their entire album Prologue downloadable for free.

Buddy Guy “What Kind of Woman Is This?”

September 10, 2011 • Rachel Heussenstamm

Buddy Guy, Bring-em-inMy Dad has been drowning me with the blues since before I could log cognisant memories.  Literally, world-class blues.   If I start to think about it, it is truly amazing that I can still get off on it.  On one side of the coin you have pain and sorrow, and on the other you have “What Kind of Woman Is This”.  And if you can’t get off on this, well then?

Kevin Welch “Millionaire”

August 26, 2011 • Rachel Heussenstamm

Kevin Welch "Millionaire"I don’t know about you, but if I let myself read more than one or two articles about the economy I start to get a little overwhelmed—not to mention what I just saw on the BBC home page about the current happenings in Tripoli.  So! There is nothing like an exceptionally well written song to keep things in perspective and remind you about truth and what is really important.  Kevin Welch’s “Millionaire” is perfect.  Let’s just start with a chorus:

Love is more precious than gold
It can’t be bought, and it can’t be sold
I’ve got love enough to spare
That makes me a millionaire

Oh, and maybe just one verse:

I’ve got a woman with eyes that shine
Down deep as a diamond mine
She is my treasure so very rare
She’s made me a millionaire

I feel better.  Do you feel better?  One listen and I am good to go, back and focused on the better things in life. This song it too good.  Even the magical-internet-data-profiling-systems know it!  Because, when I googled it just now, I got targeted with a slew of ads for birth control, and not the usual recent favorites in the tone of go-back-to-grad-school, change-your-bank, or you-can-get-a-better-job.  If you are still not convinced and need more encouragement before purchasing the beautifully recorded album cut, then have a bootleg listen to just Kevin and his guitar playing it in someone’s living room in Norway.  After you do buy the album cut, send me the $175 fee (deal of the century, really) for prescribing the perfect fix to your bad-economy induced anxiety, paranoia, and high blood pressure with just one three-minute-something pop song.

Brazilian Girls “Good Time”

August 22, 2011 • Rachel Heussenstamm

Brazilian Girls “Good Time”This is my most loved moment.  The love is obsessively deep and sometimes it terrifies me.   It will inevitably leave me in October.   The terror comes and goes, but when it is present it makes me hate this love.  It is the moment when we step into the epic 5th Season, as Chinese Medicine calls it, Late Summer.   Every color of the spectrum seems to glow gold, and each day extends itself into the night as the earth emanates back the sun’s heat long after it has set.  The sea celebrates its peaking temperatures by sending little love notes all day long, “Get in me.”   Like I have to tell you?  It is magnificent outside.  The fact that all the kids have to go back to school when this sliver of the universe reaches its most stunning moments makes me want to cry for them. However, I have decided that instead of internalizing the pain of millions of kids and letting my love for Late Summer turn me emotionally and sentimentally softer than a ripe tomato, I am going to queue up the party song list.  Today at number one is Brazilian Girls“Good Time.” We don’t need to think too much about these precious moments of summer slipping away.  In fact, don’t think at all. Just escape. Good Time.  All the time.  Whether Late Summer is firing or not.

Pink Martini “Hey Eugene!”

August 13, 2011 • Rachel Heussenstamm

Geeze, Lillie.  The “Tall Boy” post was so funny I did not want to post over it.  Fortunately, or unfortunately, I am working on being more detached in general, so here we go.  First, I am going to say this about Pink Martini:  If all the high school big band and orchestra geeks (I’m in this group) could grow up to be in bands this cool, then the world would be an epically happier place.   Secondly, I think about this song “Hey Eugene!” almost every time I hear a real life story about a dude not calling a girl after a seemingly magical connection.  Unless the story is truly tragic, thinking of “Hey Eugene!” makes me laugh pretty hard.

Hey Eugene, Do you remember me?
I’m that chick you danced with two times through the Rufus album
Friday night at that party, On avenue A:

Where your skinhead friend passed out for several hours
on the bathroom floor, and you told me

You weren’t that drunk, and that I was your favorite Salsa dancer you had ever come across in New York City

In fact, I think I am going to make a Best Story Songs Ever list, and “Hey Eugene!” is gonna make the top 10.  That’s a pretty huge claim.  Go have a free listen.  It’s on Pink Martini’s player, click AUDIO on the top menu and scroll several songs in.

Herbie Hancock & John Mayer “Stitched Up”

August 7, 2011 • Rachel Heussenstamm

I had one of those all-time nights last Saturday.  The energy was on hit and everyone was going big.   People with high levels of August-sun induced serotonin were basically everywhere I turned.  All smiling and laughing.   Midway through the evening our girl team got mixed up with a foxy dude team, and the good times started snowballing.  It was on.  Fast-forward, a week later, the residuals of an insanely fun night are still there, but Saturday’s green lights now flash orange (or from my mum’s point of view, are glaringly red) as the real stats from the evening come rolling in.  Made-a-solid-move dude #1 (with his warm ‘n fuzzy smiling eyes and inviting glances) has a long distance girlfriend, and hand-on-the-small-of-your-back-every-time-you-turn-around dude #2 (with his blue eyes, blond locks, and appealing Go Team disposition) is likely to be even more trouble.  So now flashbacks to Saturday feel like one of those songs.  You know the kind.  It’s the song with an ass-kicking groove that instantly makes you feel good from the inside out, until 45 seconds in when you start listening to the tortured lyrics.  All of a sudden, the feelings generated by your brain are in total disconnect from the feelings generated by your body.   You are addicted, but you are also confused.  I know this does not even make scientific sense, yet you have to know what I am talking about.  Today, I am going to listen to Herbie Hancock and John Mayer’s collaboration “Stitched Up.”  These feel-good-tortured songs are strangely satisfying and I am forever thankful they are not as dangerous as their real life counterparts, so that I may remain—in listening, at least—disarmed and endlessly indulgent.

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Jeremy Lister “Stars on the Ceiling”

August 5, 2011 • Lillie Fish

It has taken approximately two weeks to break my promise to myself not to write about the music of anyone I know.  Because I’m married to a songwriter, I didn’t want to seem biased, but screw it, since the goal of this blog is to spread music near and far and I’m surrounded by some truly great musicians, I’m going to include their music.  First up is Jeremy Lister.  He is one of the few musicians I’m around a lot now that I actually met on my own.  It was really random.  Jeremy and co. were being wined and dined and his manager invited me to join them.  They were drinking super fancy bottles of wine, so of course I joined them!  The manager regaled us with outlandish stories about bands he’d worked with in the 80s and 90s.  I’ve spent the better part of my life obsessed with Axl Rose and he told this story about being in an elevator with GNR in Germany.  They got in and Axl said, “All I fucking know is I want to see Jurassic Park.”  Heh.  Anyway, Jeremy is one of the nicest guys around and I was pumped he got a lot of attention with his group Street Corner Symphony on The Sing Off.  His new record is fantastic. I was in the studio when they were working on “Stars on the Ceiling” and it felt like they were working on something special. It is just a magical song.