The Music Box.
Entries about the music I like.
Failure – Fantastic Planet
On an often-wobbly bicycle she would trudge up a hill to attend course codes 105, 214, etc. from eight o’ something to one o’ something else; at about one forty-five, she’d speed back on that jittery hunkajunk to her matchbox room for a lunch of boiled peas and an afternoon spent reading. Math school has always had its share of storytellers: among integrals, divs and curls.
On Cambodian Rocks, a compilation of Cambodian psych rock from the 70s
Cambodian Rocks can be seen through two lenses. One, through the lens of historical significance. Two, through the lens of its being great music, which it absolutely is. Throughout the album, there are uniquely Cambodian scales and vocal stylings overlaid on the sort of American psych-rock that must’ve flowed in from neighbouring Vietnam during the American War there.
The Wrens — Secaucus
There’s really something wonderful about discovering new music. I’m glad I live a life that allows repeated a-ha moments that come along with it. To me it’s almost a spiritual experience. I alluded to this in my last post as well. My mind shuts off all its anxieties and worries, and for the duration of the song or album, just stays in the zone.
L. Subramaniam — Kalyānī & Sarasvatī
I gravitated to two L. Subramaniam albums in particular - Kalyani and Sarasvati, both released on Water Lily Acoustics. You’d assume this gravitation had something to do with my new-found non-zero understanding of Hindustani classical music. You’d be wrong. I just really liked the album covers. And of course, the music too.