Been listening to a lot of Riff Raff lately. Saw him live in December and got to do a meet and greet. The Neon Icon himself.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=niHSDx4Y_zs[/youtube]
Nice pace, thoughtful lyrics, interesting video… the high life.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfSS1e3kYeo[/youtube]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXsuPkyFQuQ[/youtube]
That little pause at 2:17 is my favorite moment.
Hey Zoot, what is Morpheus trying to tell us at 2:26?
Both good.
Cardi B Coronavirus Remix is the song of the year.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GliJgIoYj-M[/youtube]
There wasn’t…
My new musical find: @Trippie Redd
This guy’s as mixed-as, like me, but my English-Germanic is his Irish, my Carib is his Native-American, and my Himalayan is his African-American… cuz? lol
He’s also red skin, like me… probably the reason for the Redd, in Trippie Redd.
Why does he sing so many love songs though… 
Eric ‘slowhand’ Clapton. One of the most tasteful of the old blues guitarists. Those little bends and subtle accents.
What makes that one of the greatest leads in rock/blues is how it characterizes a kind of dialogue between Sally and the protagonist. The lead carries on as a series of phrases and remains consistent as if in conversation. Talking guitar, as it were. But the tastefulness of that specific lead is in how it almost captures the protagonist’s explaining/pleading to Sally… which is appropriate to the theme. A quirky if awkward defense on the protagonist’s behalf is developed through the guitar’s conversation. There’s a second part as well. But in any case apropos to the blues tradition is making the guitar tell the story, or express the sadness of the protagonist who ‘lost Lucile’ whatever whatever. But in this one Clapton produces a kind of bathos by changing the narrative of normative blues leads. The guitar isn’t crying here, but chattering on about how ridiculous Sally is being by wanting to leave.
gotta plug this Italian gigh right here, not just cause he kinda looks like me.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mg3iWo62y0s[/youtube]
Wonder why I like the tracks by Bengal Sound, a lot…
Good tracks all round… tunes to chill to, to fall asleep to, but not dream to…
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HGX_l7JVeQ[/youtube]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeORT3ua2V4[/youtube]
“Hitori No Yoru” is most definitely upbeat and too cheerful for my taste just as well (not a fan of the band myself.)
Here’s some bittersweet music instead:
Empire of the Sun - We Are The People
youtube.com/watch?v=a47Y1lCRHlM
Coldplay - The Hardest Part
youtube.com/watch?v=WAGbq3A9HfA
Phoenix - Lisztomania
youtube.com/watch?v=4BJDNw7o6so
(Armistice is another.)
(Countdown is yet another – my favorite, in fact.)
M83 - Outro (Versailles opening theme)
youtube.com/watch?v=_nTP2eMEPSs
The 1975 - The City
youtube.com/watch?v=UuihJInaeN4
Crystal Fighter - Love Natural (actually, quite cheerful but I can’t help but perceive it as quite sad at the same time)
youtube.com/watch?v=IVzyErnSnFI
Polyenso - Falling in Rain
youtube.com/watch?v=zhNxRtvrSY8
Thanks for the recommendations… the above 3 made the cut. Do you have a favourite/go to genre?
Currently, I have no idea what I’ll be listening to tomorrow… one day it’s Himalayan or Swiss Folk-music, then DJ Urban-music sets the next.
I’m not averse to R&B, as long as it’s sung by a rapper, but not a boyband… as the former’s sentiment is more relatable, the latter’s… usually a one-hit-wonder, to me.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amOeA7dDUIs[/youtube]
[tab]Uh, regulate nigga
Bravehearts nigga
Live for this
Some of y’all don’t live at all
Get yours nigga
Get yours baby
Uh, yo, yo
As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings
Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings
With big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista
From Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S.
About to shoot us for revolution, that’s how you gotta move
A lot of rules, some locked in solitude
Curse the day of they birth confused, who’s to be praised?
The mighty dollar, or almighty Allah
I’m like the farmer, planting words, people are seeds
My truth is the soil, help you grow like trees
May the children come in all colors, change like leaves
But hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC’s
With blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me
Each channeling, from past to present times, heaven shines
Light on those, innocent to how the world grows
Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes
And you accounted for, everything that you heard
Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words
My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies
Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise [Repeat: x4]
Ghetto prisoners
Yo we gotta be God’s children, habitats in tall buildings
Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators
Sinners who faithless, still there’s hope, pray it’s answered
Dreams turned real, what’s a wicked nation?
One with blind men, not taking charge of the situation
Empty arguments and real conversations needed
The world’ll need it, to hear it
Evil tries to weaken my spirit, it’s chronic herb
This hurt come from the honest word
I now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learned
Find it’s way on the paper, so I could dictate it
Articulate it, luckily, I was put on one of the ships that made it
Through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded
To sink in the Atlantic
Satan jigs the planet, not to get too religious, but
Who decides when and if your life is finished?
If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord
May we break away from the chains abroad
Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise [Repeat: x3]
Ghetto prisoners, get up, wake up, rise
Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise [Repeat: x3]
Ghetto prisoners
You want to buy time? I’m the seller of minutes
I give you every second low-priced, if I so lies; the truth is
Time waits for none of you, in fact
He can’t wait for the date to snatch the ground right from under you
Small visions of better life if cheddar was right
Lurk in the mind, of young ones ahead of they time
Trapped in the slums, begging for nothing but taking
Headed for nothing but the state pen, where they cousins be waiting
Judges is not relating to pleas, guns busting where the kids play
Richochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes
In bystanders, get canceled, D.O.A.
Around the way where we from
Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young
Life is every man’s kingdom, a dyin man’s past
And a newborn’s, first time to be here at last
And shouldn’t have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain
Hustling harder than the generations here before he came
Going through the same bullshit as our fathers
Reading history, but who’s the authors?
For some the game is easy, for most of us the game is much harder
But never lose faith; through the years just get smarter
Ghetto prisoners, ghetto prisoners
[Chorus][/tab]