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Most summer recipes call for long memories, a grandmother or two (if they're around, or at least the memory of them) rivers, companions, lakes, night skies, loons, and the months of June, July, and August. The big, circular-picked guitar rhythm that greets us on Big Thief's excellent 2019 song "Cattails" encompasses all of it, as we get locked into the sweetness of one of the best acoustic guitar patterns I've heard in a while. Wistful is the word, here, but of the light variety, like mulling over your problems by a river on a beautiful summer day. The circular, repeating guitar pattern, like Saturn's rings, reinforces the strong notion of seasons, natural cycles, and memory. The light does come shining. Just don't forget your lawn chair.

Cautionary tales are often cemented into the catalog of stories for children for a reason. Their simple moral framing allows them to serve as anecdotes of utility, passing along moral knowledge from one generation to the next. The content of these stories is such that the emotional impact is up front, the lessons clear, and the call to action is cemented in the developing brain. However, at a certain point a cautionary tale loses its luster- it's black and white ethics don't hold a candle to the world lit with grey in front of us. Instead, we search for nuance, meaning, and dignity. When cautionary tales won't do, we are brought to a place of enrichment and meaning through songs like the Drive By Truckers emotional rocker entitled "The Fourth Night of my Drinking" off of their 2010 album The Big To-Do .  "The Fourth Night of My Drinking" may appear to, on the surface level, provide listeners with a cautionary tale on the perils of drinkin...

Jason Isbell certainly has a penchant for writing detailed, heartbreaking country-tinged folk tunes. For perhaps his saddest, look no further than "Elephant" off of his excellent 2013 album Southeastern . Although this is a song specifically about cancer, like the best written songs, it is about so much more: denial, substance abuse, communication, and the valuing of human connections in the midst of suffering. Vivid details color the track: sitting on a bar stool, doctors notes, country songs. You can picture the relationship between the two in the song- not talking about the cancer- drinking in bars- both their minds covered over with the gloss of sickness, drinking, and unsaid words. Pair it with Isbell's sweet n' sad southern drawl and minor chord guitar patterns, and out comes this tear jerking classic from a master songwriter.

AWW SHEEET. . . was my first reaction when I heard the opening swirls of an organ, deep bass, and snare hits that greet us on Noname's new single entitled " Song 32". More than anything else she's put out to date, " Song 32" accounts for her thesis statement on her name & places her identity in the music world at large. She's so far away from dropping in on Ellen, showing up at a Democratic candidates rally, or exploding on twitter. If you're into that stuff, the art that gets approved by mainstream pop culture like I am, "Song 32" will call you out for your bullshit and make you feel like you've been sleeping, failing to see the world from a critical lens. You know she's right. You know liberal savior Obama bombed Lybia. You know Nike shoes are the same thing as Walmart shoes, minus the swoosh. This anti-branding, anti-corporate stance, which is reflected in both her name and the title to this song, comes complete with refer...

It's not often I see live music alone, which is funny, because often music is heard alone. It is an individual experience filtered through our headphones, as the current world gets erased and enriched by ideas & sound. However, seeing a live show is an exercise in community, energy, tone, spirit, and feeling. If you go alone, you are almost more free to witness the natural community that it forms, since everyone there is presumably a fan. I saw the Drive By Truckers play last night at Infinity Hall, a small venue in downtown Hartford, CT. There was no opening act- and around 8:30 the lights dimmed, the band banged on some loud chords, energized like race horses out of the starting gate. The songs bled into one another, a mesh of doom-filled power chords, melodic sidetracks, and stories straight from the gut. It was exactly what you'd expect from the grizzled veterans of the road, who still sound juiced by the chance to preform in front of a gracious, if not somewha...

About two weeks ago, I attended church the day directly after the Pride parade in Middletown, CT. I tend to remember bits and pieces of the sermon each week, and what stuck with me this particular Sunday was this proclamation: "shame is the number one inhibitor of joy in our lives". That message was relevant in light of the weeks festivities. First Church had a large presence on Main Street in Middletown for the Pride event, including but not limited to a booth, a float/marchers, and the handing out of stickers that read "God Loves You- and so do we". A brochure read "A little off Main St. . . in more ways than one", which represents a clever hint that weds our location (Court st, right off Main) and the church's bold open and affirming stance to all sexual and gender identities. This celebration of the full spectrum of humanity, one that inched my heart forward towards possessing a sort of general love and acceptance of all people, brought to ...

As I write this, the latest sunset of the year is in store. June 21st. It's about a few minutes before 8 o'clock, and fitting for such a day of natural significance, it's been a long one. In a good way. Morning brought hope with cool temperatures and friendly Dunkin' Donuts employees, while the afternoon was dragged down into the ditch of scattered showers and humidity (the whole week cloudy) until one of those beautiful cold fronts, straight from Canada's door to New England's, swept across the land. These cold front tend to wipe your mind of any illusions you were under, as the spell low clouds and wet air vanish, somewhere. The clear, cooler summer nights and days allow us to see deep into the sky- powder blue in the day- dark with lit stars at night. Something about the fog lifting clears our heads, as if nature itself was suggesting we use it as a metaphor. We're encouraged to look far away, to see our place in the world, unhindered by low cl...

Up here in New England, I'm pleased to report that we actually had a spring. The occurrence of this important, transitional season, has set the proper conditions for the birth of an excellent start to a summer 2019 playlist. Here we go: "Diddy Bop" by Noname Noname is a Chicago poet at heart. Melodic, spacey keys pair with sharp hits on the snare and flourishes from a synth/bass to create a unique sound, not far from 90's era Outkast, with a bit more shimmer & soul on the edges. Here, we get a sense of Noname's world, as the realities of family and community push themselves to the forefront- the borrowed 20 dollars, old air conditioners, the stays with cousins when the light bill went unpaid at home. Despite summertime struggle, those stars in your pocket (the unique talents and perspectives we all have) just might be plentiful enough for sharing.  "Return to the Moon" El Vy Humans first landed on the moon in the middle of t...

We were at a small diner in New Hampshire. The diner sat directly across from a lumber supply company, on a long two lane road that weaves through deep woods, streams, and granite outcroppings. The kinda country bears roam through. In fact, the bears were more or less at home- he sometimes left old watermelon rinds in the backyard as a token of understanding that this was really their country, and a nighttime snack constituted an offering of good faith.  At the diner, the waitress seemed to already know what he wanted, seemed to know that he didn’t want to talk much. Don’t get me wrong- he was beloved. A local builder, often found whistling, giving away everything he could- time, money, labor, and spirit. The unsaid hush that followed him around for a long time was “the sickness”. His obituary would later read that he endured a “heroic 20 year cancer journey”. I had no idea it was that long. No one wanted to ask about his health, and it was understood that he would volunteer in...

I recently came across some random song reviews that I never posted: "Umbilical Town" by Gary Jules While best known for his song "Mad World" featured in Donny Darko, Gary Jules also wrote some other, well, sensitive folk-tinged songs. Over a bed of picked acoustics, Gary asks: "Can I please come over"? Why ask, Gary? "The money's gone, I'm broken". He sounds like a guy who's got no more dice to throw down. Just his empty hands and a good heart. A song of devotion. A summer song of warm nights and walks alone in humid evenings.  "Slow Burn" By Kacey Musgroves Close your eyes and imagine that Taylor Swift smokes a lot of weed. Now open them- and here's Kacey Musgroves. This country pop-gold cut features cute lines: "grandma cried when I pierced my nose" (which I used to think was tacky but now I think is sorta brilliant) sexy lines: "good on grass/ good on green/ good when you're pu...