2007 playlist

Filed under:musical youth — posted by mark on December 21, 2007 @ 9:52 am

Here is a selection of the songs that have powered my suburban along the congested lanes of mopac this year. “Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?” by Of Montreal was the album that became our favourite record of the year. Whilst you may be dissuaded from listening to this wonderful rich and life-affirming music because of its popularity in the critics’ polls of the year, it merits a listen. The same could be said for all of the following songs… I will leave the procurement to you (googling the titles often reveals a tasteful homage on youtube).

Artist Song
Crowded House Silent House
Los Campesinos! It Started With A Mixx
Of Montreal We Were Born the Mutants Again With Leafling
Field Music A House Is Not a Home
UGK Real Women
St. Vincent Human Racing
LCD Soundsystem Someone Great
Radiohead Weird Fishes/Arpeggi
Amerie Crazy Wonderful
Spoon Finer Feelings
Apparat Arcadia
Klaxons Gravity’s Rainbow
Future of the Left Manchasm
Justice D.A.N.C.E.
Blitzen Trapper Wild Mountain Nation
Jamie T Sheila
Simian Mobile Disco Hustler
Deerhunter Hazel St.
Future of the Left The Contrarian
The Clientele From Brighton Beach to Santa Monica
Arcade Fire No Cars Go
Caribou She’s The One
Blonde Redhead Dr Strangeluv
Marnie Stern Every Single Line Means Something
Elliott Smith Thirteen
Battles Leyendecker
LCD Soundsystem North American Scum
Art Brut People In Love
!!! Myth Takes
Los Campesinos! You! Me! Dancing!
Of Montreal The Past is a Grotesque Animal
Simian Mobile Disco Sleep Deprivation
Radiohead 15 Step
UGK Chrome Plated Woman
M.I.A. 20 Dollar
Battles Tonto
Apparat Hailin From The Edge
!!! Sweet Life
Amerie Gotta Work
Crowded House Transit Lounge

this IS an exit.

Filed under:speak your brains — posted by mark on December 20, 2007 @ 4:09 pm

this IS an exit.

Hello World

Filed under:speak your brains — posted by mark on @ 3:14 pm

As we approach the end of 2007, I find myself contemplating a year of changes. Raquel and I left our flat in Squatney and [e]migrated to Austin, Texas. We dance, live, and breathe a different culture, although the language has largely stayed the same.

Since we settled into our suburban existence here there have been many reminders of the people we left behind. My grandmother died this year. Her departure marked a moment in the demise of a once-cohesive family. I mourn her and the distance between us… all of us.

So why are we here? Here on this page, another eruption of silently-mouthed revelations…

This is the word according to me, circa 2007. And rather than fight for your attention amongst the blingin’ banner-ads, and fiendish consumer-trend-tracking cookies of certain social networks, I present you with a single unmediated advertisement for myself.

In the future I hope that you will reach out to me here. This is a place for nostalgia and future-schemes. I think of you often… just ask my wife.

m.



image: detail of installation by Bronwyn Lace