Come on, now how cute is this...? Record of the Day says that "So Good To Me" (featuring a sample from "If This World Were Mine" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell) by 26-year-old New York deep house producer Chris Malinchak is fast shaping up to be the soundtrack of the summer. What a warm, joyful tune for warm, joyful days.
I have been listening to these two songs on repeat for an hour or more now... can't get enough of this young English trio, fronted by one Hannah with an absolutely swoon-worthy voice. Gorgeous. *sigh*
Their EP "Metal and Dust" is available on the UK iTunes only... for now. I predict big things for these three.
Regular readers know that I have quite a thing for Stephan Stephensen, the Icelandic musician who is one of the core members of Gus Gus. Also known as President Bongo, or sometimes President Penis (I could get used to calling him that), his newest musical project is Gluteus Maximus, a remix/DJ/band with fellow DJ Margeir. Here they are strutting their stuff... and the President has so much to strut. They bill themselves as "the big guns. An arsenal of rotating musical mass." I mean, really, for crying out loud, this man's sheer beauty is gonna kill me someday...
Here is their original song "Everlasting" featuring mellifluous vocals by fellow Icelander Högni Egilsson.
... the classic "Love Is A Stranger" from Eurythmics' first domestic release "Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)" THIRTY YEARS AGO! Amazing song and amazing lyrics... and Annie is so gorgeous.
Love is a stranger in an open car To tempt you in and drive you far away Love is a stranger in an open car To tempt you in and drive you far away And I want you, and I want you, and I want you so, it's an obsession And I want you, and I want you, and I want you so, it's an obsession Love is a danger of a different kind To take you away and leave you far behind And love, love, love is a dangerous drug You have to receive it and you still can't get enough of the stuff It's savage and it's cruel and it shines like destruction Comes in like a flood and it seems like religion It's noble and it's brutal, it distorts and deranges And it wrenches you up and you're left like a zombie And I want you, and I want you, and I want you so, it's an obsession It's gilt-edged, glamorous and sleek by design You know it's jealous by nature, false and unkind It's hard and restrained and it's totally cool It touches and it teases as you stumble in the debris And I want you, and I want you, and I want you so, it's an obsession
...the luscious "dark disco" sound of "Blind" by Hercules and Love Affair with vocals by Antony Hegarty. It popped up on my playlist a few hours ago and I have had it on repeat for a while now...
As a child I knew that the stars could only get brighter then we would get closer get closer mmm mmm As a child I knew that the stars could only get brighter then we could get closer leaving this darkness behind Now that I'm older the stars shed light upon my face but when I found myself alone find myself alone Now that I'm older the stars shed light upon my face but when I found myself alone I feel like I, I am blind Feeling Feeling Feeling Feeling like I am blind I wish the stars could shine now For they are closer, they are near But they will not present my presence they will not present my presence I wish the light could shine now For it is closer, it is near But it will not present my presence And it makes my past and future painfully clear To hear you now To see you now I can look outside myself I must examine my breath I look inside ooooh To hear you now To see you now I can look outside myself I must examine my breath and look inside Because I feel blind Because I feel blind Feeling Feeling Feeling Feeling like I am blind
...a little known track entitled "I Live" by Hilary.
Hilary Blake, known professionally only by her first name, was an English singer/songwriter in Los Angeles in the early 1980s. She released a four song EP in 1982 which received airplay on Los Angeles' famous KROQ radio station. "I Live" was one of those four songs.
The instrumentation is pure "1980s synthesizer" but used in a way that, at that point, few had yet tried. The racing, jangly percussion line and anxious buzzing create a tight, manic texture that was ahead of its time. The lyrics seem simple but are actually quite profound: Hilary sings of living in a house of her own making. In Jungian dream analysis, a house is a symbol for ourselves. Hilary is not trapped inside a house but is living her life as it happens. She is controlling her life, her "house." It is a wonderful, deep metaphor with universal implications since we are all living in a house of our own making, sometimes for the better and sometimes not. It is inescapable.
I live in a house with no doors and no windows I live up in a room with no chairs and no floor In this box, with cracks in the ceiling I sleep on these walls That just means I live I live in a house Of my own making This light filters in through the rips in the rooftop I feel so confused which is rain and which is teardrop I scratch at the plaster I fall down exhausted That just means I live I live in a house Of my own making You say what you want to say I live I live in a house Of my own making I sleep here in this box with no shades on my windows I wake up every night thinking past every heartbeat I live I live in a house Of my own making You say what you want to say I live I live in a house Of my own making You be what what you want to be I live I live in a house Of my own making
She never released any more material. In 2007, she passed away from unknown causes.
