Archive for the Art Category
Jellyfish Brigade’s Diving Lessons is set to be released June 24th, 2014. Here is a little teaser for the album. More to come soon. The video and the site (below) explain it all. Get ready.
More info on Jellyfish Brigade at http://jellyfishbrigade.com/.
This week during my waking hours, while eating some cereal, making Deutsch study, and listening to The Current’s morning show I became privy to a local gem. Apparently, these songs have been out some 6 months yet they remained under my radar. I thought I would share something new, something innovative, and something with a sound so familiar and creative you might just be surprised. I introduce to you And The Professors…
Immediately one notices their multi-layered sound, the intense wall of sonic power that flows through these individuals. I am impressed with the difference and intelligence they present. And The Professor added a new level of noticeable quality to my morning. It gave me that feeling I had when I first heard ‘A Day in the Life’, The Beatles. And The Professor takes a classic concept and makes it anew. One of the best things about this feel-good listening is that it is local, great for Sunday mornings and coffee. The song I heard was: See Through Brain, it lent a bittersweet nostalgia of yesteryear, how I felt young again to hear this melody. I hope it does the same for you. Lend yourself a listen.
Here they are on Twitter:
‘Orchestral folk rock parlor songs for people who love chewing gum, avocados and warm socks.’
Waking up this morning, after the run and such, I was brought to a smile by something I so effortlessly had stumbled upon. The smile was from understanding, and newly rediscovering what artistry and creativity had been harboring in my hometown area. I found an artist I had been following for sometime, I had reintroduced my ears to Hyphon.
I was intrigued and pleasantly surprised.
I did something, just a click, and sat back to listen. I found myself mesmerized for the next couple of minutes, and in a better way, more open-minded to my surroundings. I thought of Hyphon’s lyrics, I felt at a coffee shop, reading a book, I felt the general idea of expanding my mind, my situation, and my musical diversity. I felt comforted at the sound of growth, at the use of imagination, and something even more, a piece of La Crosse, at an artist from my birth place stretching the boundaries and producing a unique sound that I could feel comfortable listening to anywhere.
I had been sitting on this song, and then we realize hesitation kills. I had been forgetful when thinking about time I had spent perusing the ever interactive internet, the time we all had spent. I found myself listening to a song by Hyphon, I found myself satisfied with the lyrics (use of words, vocab), sound, and production. He is an acquaintance, an artist, and he has motivated me today, especially, to search for more. To indulge in what we would normally pass up. I invite you to click and listen. You will be taken somewhere, and wherever it is, at least you went. We all go learning something new along the way, learn today that there is artistry everywhere, especially in La Crosse. All one has to do is open their ears-have a listen.
I have probably said enough, maybe not, but you do owe yourself a listen. It is worth your time.
Hyphon brings a bureau of words, ideas, and deep imagery, true underground, fresh…
Listen to this in the morning with coffee, and prepare to have your thoughts provoked.
Last night I experienced something so unforgettable and so mind-blowing that I am just happy to share with the readers on Mindinversion.net. I love music so much, yet I find it incredibly hard to write to an audience while being succinct, to the point, factual-in great depth, and at the same time remain fair, interesting, and unbiased. Like, this is what I truly listen to. I am not just pushing this to promote someone I know. So when I come across an experience such as this I must share. I am going to avoid the small details, not do a bio, and stick to what I know in this piece-I am going to stick to the subjective perspective of the audience member involved: Me.
Let me preface by saying, I had little knowledge of Father John Misty before the show itself. In fact, I had only heard a few songs of his on The Current, and I had read a brief bio (forwarded through email by a friend), or intro, or something in a local magazine. The point is not that I knew of Father John Misty before going to the show, or that I was a mega-fan, or to write an A&E biography of the guy, the point is that if you have the opportunity to see Father John Misty, or you haven’t heard of his music, you should. He is the shit, and that is what’s happening.
Last night I attended a Father John Misty show at First Avenue, and I was stunned by the sound, the performance, the vulgarities, the honesty, the attraction, the allure, and the general idea of Father John Misty himself. He is a simple paradox, a dichotomy of a human being, a split personality of oneself, a diversity of contrast, not to be oxymoronic or redundant. He is the embodiment of a true performer, one of very very few existing on earth.
My significant other had purchased tickets a few months back and had expressed that I could join if I cared to. I accepted the offer, thankfully. As now I am writing about something amazing that happened in my life.
We biked to First Ave. from NE Minneapolis, in the rain. Arriving at around 9 PM, obviating the opening band, Solid Gold (for no apparent reason at all). We arrived wet and soaked to the bone. After entering we promptly ordered whiskeys and gazed over the massive sold-out crowd of the main room floor. Walking towards the stage we found a spot near the right side, just above the lower-level standing room area, and watched as the roadies set the stage for what was going to be a show. After 15 minutes of waiting the band entered the room to a roar, the floor lights went dim and a spotlight hit the man at center stage. The show was on, and this is what transpired, in broken prose and obscure paragraphs:
Electric rock blues country indie psychedelic sound with 100% heart within the live performance. Haunting, chilling, numbing, and genuinely real. Sorrow was on display. Realism was tangible. A dark gospel was in session.
Father John Misty, the true performer. Like Mercury and Morrison on stage; at times pure evil, at times sultan of seduction, at times almost bringing you to tears, or terror, and all at once, had you laughing moments later.
He performed the hits, some new material, and even for an encore (1 of the 3 songs) pleaser he did a rendition of The Beatles’, Happiness Is a Warm Gun.
His [Father John Misty] antics and ad-libs added to the amusement and brought humor and a human aspect to the set: pokes on Prince, America, and humanity rang true and effective. I felt like I knew him by the end. At the start I wasn’t sure if I was even a fan, at the conclusion I knew I had seen something amazing, and I needed to delve more into his musical catalog. Fantastic.
Authentic, yet almost vulnerable on stage, something that garnered an emotional cord with the crowd; I was moved at his artistry and the way the lighting made the theatre on stage come alive; I was not just at a concert, I was on a journey. Father John Misty at the helm.
At one point, during Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings, one of the best songs of the evening, I thought someone (Father John Misty himself) was going to choke on a mic cord; however, not to worry all was crescendo, breakdown, and lights after that. There was an encore with 3 songs (as mentioned above) and that was it. I stood in awe. I was impressed.
End of What Transpired.
All that said, Father John Misty is a talented live performer. The set he created delivered to someone who was an ignorant fan, even the backdrop was well-done. His material has been on the radio for some time, I’ll be it more tame and polished than at the live show, but what the performance offered in dark and grit was a catalytic reflection of the manifestation of artist from album to live performance. If you have a chance to see Father John Misty, or you haven’t purchased the album, I suggest you get on that. Father John Misty has given us some very interesting and relatable art to listen to, however subtle and manipulated on the record, a great listen all around.
Father John Misty is a true performer, a real performer, someone who can put on a captivating show and not fret about reviews. He may have shocked an awed, but he is a true artist from what I have seen. Now, have a look for yourself.
Again, I am amazed at genre crossing artists like Beck, who chose to collaborate with one of my favorites: Jack White. I must say, had I not heard, “I Just Started Hating Some People Today” on 89.3 The Current, with DJ introduction, I would have hardly imagined it was created by Beck. With its country style guitar and cynical, but realistic message. I imagine beck as some cool kid making sick dance beats, or songs I can completely use my imagination on. These are good things, but this new song was also good, in a different way. I love blues. I could completely relate to the lyrics. And it was crisp sounding and very straightforward. We have all felt like killing someone at some point in our lives, yet this song is more on the Vonnegutesque dark humor, enjoyable, sort of, side of that feeling. I could almost hear a smile, but Beck’s gritty vocals did not come off with the Beck style I had come to appreciate. It was a bit different, but not different in a bad way, just different, and solid. Something I had not expected; unexpectedly sufficed by a random song on the radio. Beck has come into the realm of blues and he has successfully produced a single. I am looking forward to hearing more. These two artists (Beck and Jack White) are made for progressive blues/country rock.
I was subtly surprised with the dark vocals and country twang, but I must admit I was satisfied with the sound and think it progressive. I would enjoy hearing other new material.
Furthermore, what I thought was just as amazing as the song was the collaboration with Jack White. I could tell immediately that Jack White was on the track; with guitar slides, moderately heavy and catchy riffs. The slide guitar solos were a plenty but not excessive, I could listen to any of The White Stripes’ albums for days, specifically because of the guitar solos and garage rock aspect.
I had no idea that Jack White and Beck had collaborated in the past, but with a little research I became learned. Earlier collaboration on Guero’s ‘Go It Alone’ between Beck and White were drastically apparent by the sound. Happy to know that real musicians are still making real music.
Unique and relevant artists creating gems together has me in high hopes about the music to come. Third Man Records seems innovative and growing. Beck’s new musical sound and approach appeal to me especially with Jack White at the Helm, and because it sounds excellent on the radio. Jack White is a guitar virtuoso to say the least, and is one of the most innovative artists of our time, the latter goes for Beck as well. I am satisfied with the exposure of sound while driving around with the station dialed in.
Get yourself a listen.
Details on the release of the special edition single and anything Beck: Official Beck Site
Buy the New Blues Series Single: Third Man Records
What ever happened to camaraderie in the hip hop community, maybe even, a positive message relating to community within hip hop? Regularly, we are flooded with hateful music from artists feuding, trivially, with other artists in order to get name recognition for mediocre attempts at musical art; a backwards way of name dropping while flexing not artistic muscle, I am sure there is some sort of inside deal about name dropping in correlation to fame. In many ways I think negative aggression lacks substance, I mean, other than how someone is going to kill another rapper, out do them with hoes, or make, and or stack more cash than said other rapper, the insight is useless to my ears. (I will try to refrain from using the word artist unless the person doing the work is truly an artist.)
I want to hear rhymes about real situations, real good times, and especially positive thought.
How many artists actually carry guns, kick that much ass, and fuck that many fine girls? If so I am sure they aren’t really that excited about it really. So why make a song about it? What does the demographic that listens to hip hop want? I used to listen to Lil Wayne more often in high school because I thought after I turned 18 and didn’t live with my mom I would be rich, own a mansion, and drive a Bentley. This dream is over, I have grown up. Maybe a Hail Mary is affordable to some listening, maybe subtlety, even Dr. Dre says ‘still water runs deep’, is more realistic though. Have we lost that message?
On the other hand, I am thankful daily for something, anything, positive flowing into my life, as the above video has. I like to represent all things positive and progressive, especially in my locale. I look and I find. If you look you will find.
All of the artists in the above shown video seem excited about being out and having a good time. They don’t seem to be cutting on anyone, or getting their jollies off by slicing on other rappers. The positive energy is fascinating and seems highly addictive, I want some.
I see a group of artists having fun laughing, enjoying themselves sans flashing guns, drugs (besides Prof and the beers), riding in tricked out custom cars, and I am amazed, but don’t think I should be. Prof is even on a bike, that is Minneapolis to the core. Those fleeting things shouldn’t be the backbone of an industry, more so, they seem a means to an end, hopefully.
I guess bullying doesn’t prove your manliness. It proves you have a lot on your mind-in regards to other men, artists, etc. Maybe its time to start thinking, as an artist, in a more enlightening way.
When have you, in recent times, seen this many MC’s getting down in a friendly jovial manner? I think some artists think it might be the hardest shit that gets them noticed or the most vicious, but I feel that thinking (or lack of thought) reduces originality and relevance considering that is probably the most frequently used form of delivery in the hip hop industry as we know it. 50 cent did it, but that was 15 years ago, and he is huge and a real gangster, apparently. And Ja Rule does suck. I always see battles on Nicollet Mall in front of the Library and someone is yelling, or someone is walking away defeated. My friend, I feel for you, because remember: Volume does not equal intelligence. They should read a book perhaps.
So, I would like to give a massive shout out to those with positivity, forward-thinking ventures, life-like ideas and little animosity towards kin, unless it is usefully and positively expressed.
Negative hip hop is childish:
Like, man, that dude got rocked in that 8 mile MC battle…
Or, That cat got rocked in a battle at that one crazy party…
Did you hear that 50 diss??? OMG!
(… it was also boring and uninteresting)
I remember these statements, but I don’t want to recollect through a CD. I would rather have positive enjoyment. Maybe a laugh. I would rather listen to the whole #APT Crew at DDP singing Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody drunk as shit under the Hennepin Ave Bridge via my Windows phone.
The more I think of how normal the hip hop industry sounds (mainstream, nationally, and internationally), I compare it to what I hear locally in Minneapolis, or through my friends, and I am blown away with how everyone around here seems to be everybody else’s keeper, ahead of the rest, and able to deal with reality. The big picture is there is rivalry, yet there is a sense of respect, interest, and differing perspective. Hence the art is not bland and overdone.
Internationally, I respect the message of The Streets. Mike Skinner’s idea of not trading dreams in for a 9-5 job captivate me as a listener. Locally, underground, and semi-nationally I respect the late great Gavin Theory, and Hives Inquiry Squad. And Locally I respect most all Rhymesayers Entertainment artists: Rhymesayers Official.
I hope hip hop does not get fixated any more than it already has with boasting, hyperbolic slander, and generally negative concepts. I can only look, hope, and pray for inspired, hilarious, and friendly spirits in music (As the above videos have demonstrated). I think we all need a little smile on our faces from the music we listen to, or just a smile while we throw negative music out of our lives. Music is awesome, I think artists need to make it a beneficial thing that is worthy of a listen, and be held to their work, other than promoting a headache. Why waste a burned CD?
Again, I am ever impressed with what is around me, and I am happy as F to be living in Minneapolis. The music seems to keep offering interesting and realistic opportunities aurally. 89.3 The Current keeps up with some very innovative acts, very cutting edge, and local word of mouth is dominant and precise.
A message for all you MC’s: evidence proves that sticking together takes you farther. Divide and conquer, stick together and prosper.