On Little World, Zack Villere sounds like he was born the day Prince recorded “Christopher Tracy’s Parade” and has spent his life examining his birthright. Without a Paisley Park at his disposal, Villere scales down his psychedelic pop/funk soundscape to the limits of his laptop, and his vision is less luxe—more Under the Whataburger Sign than Under the Cherry Moon.
[Updated] “Joy is My Armor” by Alex Ebert is no “Home,” and he’s fine with that. The song moves to a bass line that employs dub reggae’s offbeat motor, and Ebert repeats the title phrase until it takes on a life beyond the lyrics. Joy is a shield; is it also a weapon? And why doesn’t joy seem more joyful? Does the military context take some of the fun out of joy?
During the recent Tales of the Cocktail, The New York Times’ Robert Simonson presented a seminar titled “The Cocktail Revolution in 50 Images,” which inadvertently hinted at how the conference/festival/schmooze fest itself has changed. The 50 pictures were largely portraits of people connected to milestones in the cocktail renaissance starting in 1977.
[Updated] I spent part of yesterday playing “Free Weezy: Sqvad Up”—Lil Wayne’s new skateboarding game app. So far I get 10 to 15 seconds of game play followed by 30 seconds of ads for other games after my generic skateboarder has been knocked off his board by a bird.
Our new "Freshly Spilt Milk" Soundcloud playlist includes new hip-hop from New Orleans, Quickie Mart's remix of Cha Wa, TGUT's remix of Rae Sremmurd, international club music, a Frank Ocean cover and more.
“But recently I began to feel that maybe I wouldn’t be able to do what I want to do and need to do with American musicians, who are imprisoned behind these bars; music’s got these bars and measures you know?”--Sun Ra