Most likely don't know this about me but I'm a rocker at heart. One of my first concerts was Metallica and my tape collection back in the day consisted of Red Hot Chili Peppers Blood Sugar Sex Magik, Pearl Jam Ten, and Nirvana Nevermind. So after Facebook stalking one of my newest friends I came across this brilliant gift of music and I wanted to share it with you. Take a listen to these up and coming rock n rollers Initial Mass! (link below)
In the birth of a new moment, in the city I love, I am introduced. Introduced to a new environment with the potential of new friends.
I wait… in line on the outside of this angular block of wood and concrete and who knows what other materials make up this structure filled with seductive art. The air is cool but warm, a pleasant fall evening. I wait, but who am I waiting for? This remains to be seen. A woman waiting in front of me says she likes my earrings. I say thank you or maybe I thought it, no matter we strike up a little friendly chat. I almost thought she was hitting on me but then she says “I’m waiting for this guy.” He arrives and we go our separate ways.
Then I notice someone. Not someone familiar but her face, her face is memorable. I had seen her picture just moments before. She is slender, silver and conventionally beautiful. She joins a small group. A young woman with wavy brown hair and a taller older gentleman. This is it, this is who I’ve been waiting for. I pocket my insecurities and walk towards them to introduce myself. To my delight their all very nice.
The doors to the venue open and we find our way to the ticket table. Of course I don’t have a ticket so I have to wait while the others head inside. I lean back trying to stay out of the way as I always do. I’d rather be walking the halls where various art pieces snuggle walls but I remain still observing all those who pass by.
He calls out “numbers 1-20”. I’m number 10 so I rush to get my wristband and head inside to meet with my new people. We sit together waiting, making explorative chatter. 10, 20 minutes go by and then… Then it starts. This introduction of spoken word nuzzled with music and voice. It’s as if I’m being thrust into another realm… another world. The base, cool and collected and then an explosion of melody and chaos of the best kind. This erratic rhythm begins to take over my soul. The brass pushes at every sense inside my frame. The hand of Industrial Revelation is placed at my mouth, parting my lips and reaching down my throat, fisting my heart to pump the blood for me. The beat of the skin builds and climbs and then… The strings. Silence. Then POW! So many notes. My body wants to move and shake, dance with this gift of the music. But I just met these people and it’s not that kind of venue so I quietly grove in my seat. The solitude of the keys, melancholy the way I like. And just like that I am abandon. Left with the essence of what was.
I walk. The twilight lurking just behind. “just one” she says “other” The breeze kisses my flesh with the comfort of spirituality. I’m swallowed by the sound hugging my ears. Her voice consumes like the sweetness of a child’s oppression. My soul. My feet move forward in the pre-night air. I’m living and learning to love. The self that moves through this life wrapped in the mold of what is to come. She tells me what this is, this thing that we all search for, her voice thick with a gift for the rhythm of the notes. “can you give me everything?” Her question that we have all asked. I move uphill embracing this moment of fleeting clarity. Her voice tugs at the essence of craft. She speak to me so clearly, with a lush voice of insight. “goal of everyone” My legs embrace the climb as the sunlight lingers in the trees. “Can you give my everything because I can’t give you anything”
The steep takes hold milking the sweat from my brow. I embrace the pain. I embrace the breath moving faster. I am alive and in this moment her voice caresses every swell of muscle, every inch of my flesh. The burn in my lungs like fire dancing on water “if letters spell out words…. i will trust in time that we will meet again, if you wait”
There are some good things in this world. For instance... The joy of eating vanilla ice cream while strolling down the pier on the perfect California Spring day or walking barefoot in the grass and feeling the softness of the blades slide between and tickle your toes or coming home to the smell of warm cookies (chocolate chip of course) fresh from the oven and having the aroma invade your senses.
If you agree that these scenarios are in fact good things then you'll agree that "Little Spoon" is equally as good.
Playful and bemusing "Little Spoon" brings a fun loving smile to my lips and an equally frisky swagger to my hips. Right about now you're asking yourself what is this little spoon and where can I get one? Home Goods? Pier 1?... Ha ha. No.
"Little Spoon" is the debut EP from indie artist Lucy and La Mer, releasing April 6th, 2015. These collection of songs make me happy (sing it Pharrell) and if this EP was the sound track for my walk down the pier I'd be skipping and waving my ice cream in the sky!
Three words come to mind while listening to this collection... Delightful, Quirky, and ironically Moody.
Oak Tree, the first song on the EP is the first kiss. You know when you're expressing so much joy that you can't wipe the smile off you face. There is a comfort in the tune. I can't stop tapping my feet.
Rainy Day... the feet keep tapping. This song is Pop Love! A feel good song that will propel anyone out of a funk.
Just Friends and Roomie Wanted are the two tracks that will make you want to put on your Minon Underoos and dance around the living room. And yes they make Underoos for adults, I would know ;o)
Heaven is a better sweet song that will encourage you to remember love and their rendition of the 80's pop song Tainted Love is unnervingly beautiful.
So when do we get the next album Lucy? I guess it's a... Good Thing... that Lucy and La Mer keep us wanted more.
The food of my soul is music. So often it's a song, a piece of music that inspires me to create. The graphic art above was inspired by a song called The Newspaper by Citizen Cope. To me the song is a poetic journey of our material culture, insight you can move your hips to... Our willingness to believe what we see through the eyes of the media as an expression of truth i.e. Wag the Dog. Right or wrong the message of this song is beautiful and like much of his work Cope influences my imagination.
Imagine a day perfectly dressed in the frigid gloom of winter. Grey clouds ornament the sky as soft snowflakes fall from the heavens on to the fluffy flesh of your pink hued cheeks. An icy wind grips your bundled body sending an unwelcoming chill through the stiffness of your bones, as you find yourself at the threshold of your front door. A gold glow seeps through the slender gaps of the barrier to your home, teasing the impending warmth from inside. Your uncomfortably cool hand grasp the handle of the brass knob as you push your way inside. What you find upon entering is a perfectly wrapped package of comfort; an illuminated wood fire complete with glowing embers and oak perfume, a steaming hot cup of Ambessa's chocolate nut tea seducing your sense of smell, and fuzzy wool socks abundant with a circus of colors awaiting your Popsicle toes... the gift of warmth.
A gift of warmth is exactly how I would describe the retro sounds produced by Lucy and La Mer. Quirky and poppy; if Nora Jones and Ingrid Michaelson fell down the rabbit hole Wonderland would echo the gentle vocals and indie rhythms of this fresh, contemporary band. Their 1st single "Just Friends" (available on iTunes) as hit the shelves. The song offer just a hint of the fun loving, easy going resonance fashioned by the group. This music is easy to love! I personally look forward to a complete album (and hope to be one of the first to review), but for now step out from the cold and check out their reverbnation.
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