Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Insubordinate Mixtape


Breaking the rules, Merman Style.

Don't even start with me this week. Chances are:
1) I won't have a single entertaining thing to say, and
2) I'll erroneously assume you knew about the past 3 days I've had and I'll go Battle Royal on your ass.
Have you ever had a week where you start off mischievously rebellious...and end up with a list of slipshod accomplishments and a docket that looks not unlike Mulberry's Mishap Manifesto? Not familiar with it? Oh, here!

In hindsight, maybe wearing kneepads ONCE during a volleyball season would have helped.
At least, that's what I thought when the blood was streaming down my shins.
Tuesday: It's not Sunday!
(and it's safe to consider that maybe, you should have gone into work 2 hours ago)
Apartment keys are FOR WANKERS.
Especially those who have gross negligence to the fact that you can't unlock a door in Astoria FROM NEW JERSEY.
The myth of the 8 hour work day:
Let us please make it 10! And not. complete. a. single. thing.
Dear client, please sign over 14 million on my faulty contract, cheers!
Your welcome, Madoff.
Hygiene says wha?
In light of my Tuesday/Sunday mix up, I successfully evaded 3 days worth of dreadfully cleansing showers.

Anyway, in the spirit of completely and ever so eloquently fucking up my own universe this week, I've decided to make a mixtape that also ignores most benchmarks for any sort of merit or logic. Well, except the music won't actually suck.
But Hayley! It's so good! What ever could be wrong with it?
  1. Using the most generic compilation artwork, ever.
  2. Mixing opposing genres indie, pop, hip hop, nerdcore. That's cool, right? Oh shut-up. It's not even graceful.
  3. 2 of the same artists back to back.
  4. The last song is actually just tacked on my mistake, and I don't even like it that much.
  5. ZERO transition. And too many songs.
  6. Repeat offenders/ obviously stolen songs from friends' playlists.
  7. Revealing that little/no effort went into song choice/order/blog as a whole this week!
....and can I JUST say, if I hear the phrase "Audio Confectionary Treat" ONE more time this week. WHO SAYS THAT?
Love,
Miffed' Merman.
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Friday, June 19, 2009

Post-Bonnum Depression

It's been a while since I've made a mix. And my ear pipes are kinda clogged up with weeks worth of hoarding harmonious tunes. After my last Dickens-worthy post, I couldn't take the brain activity anymore. I ducked out of NYC for a redneck tour of Ohio, Kentucky, West Virginia, and Tennesee. Which included Bonnaroo... (Life changing post on that to follow soon...) However, no theme today. Just some really, really good albums. I could think of something witty and cute to make you listen, but you really just owe it to yourself to listen to these albums.

This album is an NYC summer neatly packaged into cellophane wrapper. Just get up and dance your ass off. Or, for you rural folk with cars and such, pick a sunny Saturday afternoon and blast generously. I recommend Little Secrets & Moth's Wings & Sleepyhead

The Grizzly Bears - Veckatimest

This Album is absolutely phenomenal. Really, up and coming indie bands: just try a job in finance for now. You'll have better luck competing in that industry with Grizzly Bear's Veckatimest on the market. If you ever wondered what the Beach Boy's might sound like if they got their start in New York in 2009, listen to two weeks

The Dirty Projectors - Bitte Orca

Genre bending vocal virtuoso delight. Every song sounds like it could be from a completely different music universe. With, of course, their trademark of surprisingly pleasant trainwhistle harmonies and haunting strings mixed effortlessly with a little wishbone, and a little backbone. Go for Cannible Resource & Stillness is the move.

My God. It's just so good. Folk. Hot tub listening. The Second coming of Christ. Whatever. Just listen to the Trapeze Swinger & Love Vigilantes. Heart rate? Down. Heartstrings? Pulled.


... well it's not out yet. But you should surely education yourself by listening to their 2007 album, Reality Vs. The Optimist

I fully endorse Says my Doctor and Satellite to get you started. They've got a theatrical set of balls. And I like it.

The Decemberists gave me a gift that I don't think any other band has given me. True, honest to fucking blog goosebumps all over at a live show. While I was initially on the fence about the alternative cornerstone, their live performance of The Hazards of Love toe to tip at Bonnaroo was by far the best concert experience I've ever had. Some like moshing, some like to expand their minds in every way shape and form during a show, but I just want to music to move me. This show reminded me of the pure unadulteration joy of music, sans any other concert attractions. Listen to The Wanting comes in waves & isn't it a lovely night. Make sure you've got some good headphones, sit down at a nice spot in the park on an early warm evening, and enjoy.

Fanfarlo - Resevoir

If you like any of the previous music listed here, and you've yet to know Fanfarlo, don't worry. It's only a matter of time until they blow the folk up right in your face. This is the best British (I think?) album that I've heard in a long time. Check Harold T Wilkins, or how to wait a long time.
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