I like Santigold. Admittedly, she's not one of my favourite musicians but she continues to impress. Her collaborations are always fun, lively and just gets you going.
This collaboration with Karen O is no different. It pushes you, it's not even a nudge, it just shoves you into this whirlwind of unrelenting energy.
The Tribal Gathering of Tongue Tasters is The Substation's new music and sonic arts programme. The Substation has invited a selection of the finest emerging and established sound artists, bands and collectives to challenge the definition of home-grown music and performance. This is the first performance for 2011.
Saturday 2nd April, 8pm Venue: The Substation Theatre Admission: $15 and $10 (students) To purchase tickets please call Mish'aal 6337 7535 / 6337 7800 or email boxoffice@substation.org Band merchandise will be on sale. Presented by The Substation.
The Pigeonhole, a new cafe with an interest in books and the arts, will hold their first Music Camp tomorrow at noon. The concept is pretty simple. Anyone who wants to speak can come, post their topics and everyone will vote on who will speak within the limited 6 hours alloted for the event.
Primarily concerned with the identity of the made in Singapore brand, a rather confident self would jump at this opportunity to air my thoughts about what is lacking in our scene. However, I have never done public speaking and have reservations about my orating skills. I fear I will be undone by my nerves.
Thus, instead, I think I'll post my thoughts here and perhaps, some day I will grow some cojones to air these views in public.
On the 15th of March 2011, The National were supposed to play at the Esplanade as part of the Mosaic Music Festival. However, as many of us already know, they cancelled the show because of the tragic earthquake and tsunami in Japan.
Instead, the band released this track that day, perhaps to tide us over till future meetings. (At least, I'd like to think there is some reference in the title to our current sense of loss.)
And yes, Matt and co., if you continue to make music like this, I think I can wait.
If you followed this blog since it's incarnation, just 3 days ago, you may have noticed a significant improvement in web design.
I have only gratitude and love for my friends: Arisya, Dzul and Zay for their very meticulous contributions and opinions with regards to the design of this blog. They never tire to remind me I am colour blind and in need of professional help. I love them for their honesty and all their help.
As Dzul kindly puts it, "This blog now looks like it belongs to a 24 year old".
Thanks you guys & girl!
As a token of my gratitude, I know the three of you love this song and since it is Friday, this is for you...
It's a dream come true meeting Jeff Parker and squeezing in a chat with him during Tortoise's meet and greet session after their show. He is, in my personal opinion, one of the best jazz guitarists today.
His solo work is what drew me to listen and to appreciate Tortoise. The fluency of his lines are second to none. You can see each and every note translate into an emotion from his facial expressions. It is truly amazing stuff.
I went to watch the guys from The Trees & The Wild perform last Monday night. It was a wonderful mix of indie-folk/pop befitting a cool Monday night. They combined great melodies with insanely beautiful vocal harmonies.
I knew they were good but I had no clue they were that breathtaking. It compelled me to buy their debut album, Rasuk. I was fortunate to even get a copy, as band manager, Teguh, revealed they had sold 80 copies of the album over their weekend show in Kuala Lumpur. It is not surprising really, I am blown away by the album. It's simply stunning.
After their set, I was introduced to the band by two of my friends, Amir and Rebecca. We had a brief chat about muddy suede shoes, Laneway Festival and utilising the Internet to create new songs with singer, Remedy.
It was good music and definitely, good company. I can't wait to meet the guys again in the future. At least, I have Rasuk to tide me over.
It's a familiar story. One that we all know, sometimes luck just evades us and everything feels like a mess. This world is a mess. From the violence in North Africa to the horrific earthquake-tsunami-nuclear meltdown in Japan, it really does feel like lady luck ain't smiling on the people at the moment.
But we must have faith. Things will turn around.
It ain't something you can synthesise It ain’t something you can buy Ain’t got nothing to do with wrong and right Got everything to do with time