Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Summer listening

The greatest time for music: Summer. Not necessarily the best for new releases, but if you put on a good record at noon on a lightly-hungover Saturday, windows open with a nice couch or a few deck chairs on your porch, the vibe and the music will be inseparable. Forever.

Summer listening (and of course, summer drinking):


Brother Ali: The Undisputed Truth.
Check out "Daylight" for starters: Good Ant beats just have 'Summer' written all over them, but when he takes those 80's plucked guitars and Bobby Brown horn blasts and somehow turns them into something gorgeous its quite enough, but with Ali's sunny day lyrics about "lettin' the dark side slide right on out" its a blow job and a hand job and a good wheat beer all rolled into one.


J Dilla: Ruff Draft.
"Nothing like this" is the perfect soundtrack for a slightly stoned and fuzzy 3pm when you are wandering around your domecile in your flip-flops, casually grooving through your cupboards looking for awesome salsa to accompany cheap tortilla chips and your cell phone on your porch/fire escape/deck/front step/stoop/concrete slab (for my Queens people).

Also: The song where the little black kid sings the chorus from "Cum on Feel the Noize" is gorgeous...and then...there is the rest of the album.


Pete Rock and CL Smooth: Mecca and the Soul Brother.
All of it, just push play and get a fresh change of shorts ready for when "They Reminisce Over You (T.R.O.Y)" comes on.



Ahhhhhh...


The Band: The Last Waltz.
This is for when it gets a little later in the afternoon and you are questioning whether or not A) you should keep it up with your all day buzz, or B) buckle down for a nap on the couch. If you have the DVD of this show, the answer is B. If you only have the CD, the answer is A. Call up some people and get out the Yahtzee. Either way, you win.


Herb Alpert: Any-fucking-thing.
This man's music could cure any psychosis, especially the kind called Seasonal Affective Disorder. In fact, this music is not season-specific, its just the greatest music ever put to tape, so of course it would sound amazing during the summer. I would recommend it for the mornings, and for paper-lantern backyard barbecues. If you want to go ironic with it, blast this the next time you try some weird acrobatic sex position. Try not to crack the fuck up when "A Spanish Flea" comes on, i DARE you.

Thats probably good for now, theres more, but I will get at this later. Have a great day.