What I'm Listening To

In case you were wondering

“Mit Der” Robert Gorl

Almost exclusively. I’ve been ready for this song at every moment for weeks. Every ingredient is hitting: the cover, the album title NIGHT FULL OF TENSION, the German which always unsettles (no offense), the repetition, something really dedicated and physical and gay. Sounds like he is praying at the club. Little keyhole. I’m always wrong about the next thing I make, I go in with plans that change almost immediately, but being somewhere close to this song for a long time would feel so good.

“Just Talk” A.C. Marias

I know nothing about this. 1989? The album is called “One of Our Girls (Has Gone Missing)” We listen to it in the car a lot. I’m really in to lyrics, titles, covers these days. The not music parts feel important to me right now. I love the dateline ass title of this record. The lyrics are indecipherable, the cover image is so low-res that I cannot make it out. I’m not doing any research. I don’t want to know, I like how this song and record just showed up.

“Nothing Touches Me” Sam Burton

We are DECOMPRESSING nothing is TOUCHING US. Feels anti-inflammatory. Easy, familiar, warm. Sad in a very resigned way, which is always very comforting to me. Things are just happening, some of them are shitty and some of them are not.

“Chrysalis” Dianna Lopez

Ok we are not done being hyper-present, we still are not in to anything touching us, we are letting it all roll off. The tension in this is really pleasing, like finding a perfect position while stretching and holding it. The whole song feels stretched. Taffy energy, slow motion.

“PENNSYLVANIA FURNACE” Lingua Ignota

“Me and the dog we die together” THAT is a first LINE. This song in particular reminds me of Fairuz’s Christian music, which is high praise from me. I have been spending time with this record very intentionally. Just sitting there and listening, or rolling on the ground. It gets me really worked up. I was talking to a friend recently about how I am craving religion. Not goopy self-discovery or ginger shots… I want blood and bone piles. Something old and unwavering and gross. Also, I actually want it. Physically. I want to feel it, I don’t want the idea or the research. I want to physically commune, I want the dust be kicked UP.

“Spectacle of Ritual” Kali Malone

I love to roll around on the ground, I do it every day for as long as I can. With Lingua, I ended up in the corner chewing on my phone charger. With this song I don’t end up anywhere unhinged, I stay fully hinged. Also I don’t usually open my eyes, but with this song I can. I just roll and consider, drape myself on stuff and let thoughts come and go. Make little portals. Its very serious and formal, kind of like religion. I’m sure there is a very simple and elementary reason for why this practice works so well for me, but i don’t care - it feels magical to me.