Pardon the mess, but everything goes through construction at some point.

For the time being, enjoy the previous posts as I try and get this crap hole together. I'm also a n00b, so... there's that.

My current workflow tunes are:
Kings of Convenience (on Pandora, for my morning wake up)
Editors - The Weight of Your Love

Crap. It's been way too long.

Yet as I go about my life, neglecting to write my music opinions, the music still continues and I will keep up at my own pace. So let's ignore the pop culture of music and get onto music itself.

I was on my way to the store to run some errands and decided to pop in Land Observations' Roman Roads IV-XI into the stereo. (I've decided to rummage through the collection of CD's I've accumulated through my previous job at university radio) 

James Brooks definitely did our ears a favor with this solo project. If you're in need of some calming instrumentals that flow along the lines of CFCF and Tycho, then definitely give this a listen. This features more guitar than the previously mentioned, but it's definitely a refreshing vibe that brought me back into loving instrumental tunes again.

Roman Roads undoubtedly presents a clear essence. I'll make a post explaining my definition of "album essence" later. (yeah, I know, I'm actually going to write a post again? ambitious, aren't we)

I'm definitely throwing this record into my list of Hipster Yoga Music, which consists of CFCF, Gold Panda, Tycho, and MMOTHS. Can you not hear it when you're in your warrior one? down dog? These also go well with intense study sessions--trust me.

Keep truckin' along with the search for good music. I know it's really crappy out there, but there are some gems. And always feel free to time travel (as I'm doing).

Here's "Aurelian Way"

My favorite "Via Flamina": https://youtu.be/kPF7BwtpXZ8

My personal music drought is with reason. The reason itself was pretty hard to pinpoint, but as the time presses on and empty tunes blare through my outdated speakers, it's becoming more clear.

The golden era of my personal music taste has died. Punk has died. Alternative has died. Shoegaze has died. Ambience/rock/whatever/else/I'm/missing has died. Even, weirdly sad to say, emo has died (yuck, actually. maybe it should stay that way). Not to say that any up and coming folks under these music genre "labels" aren't any good, but the prime of the genres' time as a whole has passed.

Thus, the lyrical and compositional genius that lifts my soul is gone: it's merely a thing of the past.

So here's my ode to the early 2000s with Ocean Blue. (there shall be more to come)



Oddly enough, for a video produced in 2005, they have a wonderful The Smiths influence. Also, look at those Nick Carter/Leonardo DiCaprio 90s bowl cuts... And what lens filter is this? 1995 filter?

More impressive, their 2013 album holds the integrity of their reminiscent sound. And it's becoming a new favorite of mine. Listen from start to finish. You won't regret it.



Tunes for your scenic road trips and ambience. You're welcome.

I sat down and watched 4 straight episodes of Broadchurch today, and I don't intend on stopping since I discovered the series came to Netflix.

And as I was watching, it was coming clear that two things (yes only two, but strong things) made me seriously think this was a.... British/CSI (ew, hate CSI, but love Broadchurch) version of House. Yeah, David Tennant is the Hugh Laurie.

Well, you know. Both characters love poppin' pills and hide their serious medical needs and family issues from others, especially their co-workers. And of course, a snarky attitude to kick it off. But I definitely couldn't help but envision House's painful I-have-to-take-my-pills-now-in-the-bathroom scenes with Alec Hardy's I-have-to-take-my-pills-now-in-the-bathroom scenes (with blurred focus).

Second is of course, the thing that I would probably care for the most: the music. I am definitely digging the dreary dark side of both themes. So go lay in your bed at night staring at the ceiling moments, as a camera pans out on your life revelations.

Broadchruch theme:


House theme:


am I right or am I right?

Seriously, watch some Broadchurch. It's definitely unexpected.

I'm definitely one for seasonal music. Typically during this time of the year I stick to ambient/dissonant/(insertsomething)wave/acoustic(but no americana, please) jams. But today, in cooperation with the extremities of weather change where I live, I'll give you something summer-y (summary?). Because Mother Nature on the east coast is always hormonal, and birth control is not an option for this lady, I mean, the earth would die and stuff.

So cheers to the Earth Lady's hot flash in the middle of December with Menace Beach!



Check out the rest of their Soundcloud. So worth it.

Of course, leave it up to me to make things awkward. And sure, I can easily delete my last post. But whatever. It's there. Just a scattered part of my freakin weird mind. Anyways, here's a dope thing I learned this week: did you know that there was a Shin's before The Shins? Yeah dudes, they were previous called Flake Music and they just re-released a remastered version of their first album. It's p r e t t y rad, if I do say so myself. And uh. they even had a song entitled The Shins. Oh yes. A fun backstory to investigate on that one. Here it is:

This is kind of an odd one for the Forgotten Collective, but honestly, I don't even know what kind of hellish direction this thing is even going in anyways. I mean, it's primarily music, but sometimes the music isn't always about the beat and rhythm. Sometimes it's just about the sad lyrics that reflect how crummy you feel. And yeah, I'm feeling semi-crummy. Deal.

Rarely do I talk EVER, especially publicly, about relationships. And this is not about friendships. It's about the kind that means something more. Some people like to call it "dating", but I don't even know what that means anymore. I feel the only way that describes that sort of situation is mutually-exclusive. But whatever you call it, that's what I'm talking about here. And since I'm being completely honest here, I'll admit that I'll probably mention some things that I'll probably regret even mentioning on here, but I don't where else to turn to. Again, I feel like this is some sort of way to be heard. Even if it's heard by a few.

Ex's are ex's for a reason. No brainer. But that cussing statement hits me like a bus every now and then. We all have some sort of relationship we want to sweep under the rug, or bury so far deep into the earth that it melts away at the core. This is actually not about my personal crap of sour endings, maybe someone else's. All I can really say, and this may sound vague (but again, I don't really like sharing) is that you can't compare yourself to anyone else. And that goes for anything. Comparisons make you want to kill yourself, jump over a bridge, fall of cliff, everything. I feel like a terrible person not confronting someone about these feelings, but I also feel like a terrible person telling the individual either. Confrontation sucks. And admitting feelings is a difficult task to perform. I mean, look, I even have to say this through a cussing blog post. But again, never line yourself up with someone else. All I can see are flaws, the differences where someone could have had it better. Someone is just always better than you. And sometimes, being the "best you" you can be just doesn't feel that great anymore. Then you whirlwind into a blur of self-loathing and why you're even worth the breath. Digging through your past and someone else's just brings up a jack-in-the-box of dreadful surprises that want to explode in your face and ruin your life.


Look, just do me a favor people of the internet: be more honest and be yourself. Don't be stuck like me.