Song of the day …coming to terms with the unavoidable

The Sunday evening after a long weekend is the worst time anyone can ever have. The four days, where they once stretched out in front of you full of possibilities, now seem like some strange haze and you have no idea where they went. All you know is that you have to go to work tomorrow and you are devastated.

Today’s song is both a pick me up and a surrendering. The Red Hot Chili Peppers were my favourite band in high school and as much as I tried to distance myself from them after the ill-fated Navarro era, I can’t help but remain enamoured with them. I like their Hillel Slovak stuff, their Frusciante stuff, their Klinghoffer stuff is growing on me, and fuck it, why not, I like their Navarro stuff. I can’t properly explain it but I am coming to terms with it. There are no records quite like Freaky Styley, The Uplift Mofo Party Plan or Blood Sugar Sex Magik, and while they may have their failings, originality is not one of them. For better or worse, they give a shit at every second and for that I like them.

There. I said it. Go fuck yourself.

Song of the day. A legalise special… 

Read this article today about how dogs like reggae. Despite clearly being a scientific investigation of the highest calibre it is filed under politics on Esquire, which leads me to believe it is propaganda for the issue of legalising cannabis. I’m just not sure what side it is on. Peter Tosh in honour of the canine species’ commitment to the legalise movement. Or in protest if they are against it…

Playlist of the week – Australia Day Special

Australia Day is one of the reasons I love being in this country. In New Zealand, our national day, Waitangi Day, is fraught with guilt and confusion and feels more like a day of mourning than celebration or commemoration or reflection.

However, as a white office worker, Australia Day is a great chance to take an extra day off to create a four-day weekend and make January, typically a bummer of a month after returning to work from Christmas, a little less painful. I can just say “fuck it” and eat some food, drink some booze and not think about any of that depressing stuff like the slaughter of an indigenous people, frontier wars, or the continued marginalisation of vulnerable people. This licence to not give a shit is a refreshing break from progression.

Song of the day for today

It turns out that keeping this theme running is even harder than playlist of the week. Luckily, Spotify just released a list of the songs I have listened to the most in 2016 and that seemed as good a place as any to find a song. Apparently “Berlin Got Blurry” by Parquet Courts is the song I had on heaviest rotation. I know, I was surprised too. I mean, I listened to it a lot and I really liked it, but the most for an entire year? I feel a little guilty that I listened to it, and the record it is from, so often without buying it outright, but I have bought other records of theirs for full price so it all comes out in the wash. It’s also better than just finding it on YouTube and preventing the band making even the modest sum of money Spotify offers artists.

Song of yesterday

A while ago I downloaded an app … I forget what it is called… I want to say Who Sampled… maybe… anyway, it basically runs its algorithm through your music collection and picks out all the songs with samples and identifies from whence they came. I’ve always marvelled at the attention to detail required to hear a song and pick out some three-note riff that is then used to form the basis of a new one. Wu Tang are particularly awesome at it. Yesterday’s song of the day is Pee Wee’s Dance, sampled by The Roots for their song “Get Busy”.