Nashville's Caitlin Rose is a songwriter from a town known for songwriters. She sings with a voice that drips with twangy cuteness. She's not gravely, but with no less depth. Don't let the cute bely the righteous soul. Caitlin Rose can wail, but it's what she says that grabs me. It's the universal longing in her songs, the reflection in the mirror, the quiet nights alone, the sometimes sweet, often devil may care attitude, the amazing songs. She's all the love and sugar stirred with the heartache and heat slathered on a healthy helping of classic country ribs. I always hear how this band or that band is gonna melt your face. Caitlin Rose will melt your heart and then make a sassy song about breaking it.
I was lucky enough to catch Caitlin Rose at the Bootleg in Echo Park...
I spent the weekend away. I recently watched a Discovery special (because I'm so hip like that) that focused on the adverse effects of stress: depression, obesity, anxiety, heart disease, and the list goes on. I've been under a goddamn shit pile of it lately. And it was like taking a bubble bath in the fountain of youth to get out of the city for 48 hours. It's becoming somewhat of a ritual that every couple of months I flick off the city lights and GTFO. This time it was a sabbatical to Joshua Tree National Park in the Mojave Desert. And like any trip taken by a disciple of the church of Shut Your fucking Face and Listen, it was accompanied by a soundtrack.
While my process for listening to music is a little different than...
Sure they look like a bunch of hippies, and they probably are, but The Blank Tapes, Coast to Coast, makes me want to invest in denim and lose my razor. They sound like Brian Wilson joined the Spin Doctors for the Santa Cruz leg of a west coast tour. With all of the events of last week, I found myself needing something positive. Sure, it shouldn't take me long to get back to my old, pissed-off punk rock and dysfunctional hip hop, but in the meantime, The Blank Tapes soon-to-be-released album, Vacation is working like medicine.
Vacation isn't saccharine or sappy, it's actually kind of gritty. It's certifiably rock and roll music. But like the best of the...
Caitlin Rose. Oh, Caitlin Rose. I was originally turned on (yea, totally turned on!) to Caitlin Rose when Syffal covered a couple of songs from her last release, Own Side Now. I played "Shanghai Cigarettes" a thousand times and for everybody who ever rode in my car. It's been in every mix, playlist, and CD I've burned since I heard it. It struck me as a kind of roots pop that I hadn't heard before. Her new album, The Stand-In, is like Linda Ronstadt put out Beck's...
There are times when I have a hard time writing these things because I can't think of what to say. For , "Bling Coats," the new video from Sixo feat. Ceschi and Hologram Dagger, the opposite is true. I don't know whether to start with the song's timely topic, Sixo's eased out production, or the bathtub scene. Fuck it! Let's start there.
I must warn you. In this video there is a scene where Mr. Ramos takes a bath. There is still time to turn back. Still with us? Dope.
Just the other day I was just asking Ceschi for some back hair advice. Not only does the muscle behind Fake Four, Inc indeed have four fingers on one hand, he also has this elbow dislocation technique for getting those hard to reach spots when shaving your back. Like right on your shoulder blades. He calls it the Disconnecticutt. I was hoping during this bathing scene I'd get a chance to see it in action, but Ceschi's part rapper which makes him a dick and he didn't bust it out. But cool nipples, bro!
I fucking love the shit out of Ceschi. I hugged him hard when he played here in Los Angeles so goddamed long ago that I regret promising not to shower til his next show. Come back!!! People are starting to say stuff. Ceschi was part of a year in music that rescued me from a very slow but very painful avalanche of shitty music and dinner parties. You know how people will say that if they affect one person with their contributions then it's all worth it? Well Ramos, my man, it's all been worth it. Consider me fucking affected.
Sixo played along with my stupid interview questions a while back when he dropped Free Floating Rationales, and it's good to see him at it again. His production of "Bling Coats" is flawless. The beat is so spacious while managing to slap hard. Sixo's gone from wearing a motocross helmet to making me wear one so I don't bust my fucking forehead on the steering wheel when head nodding out to this. Beside professional mastering, the thing that separates a producer like Sixo, or Emacipator, or Void Pedal, or even Factor, is the layers. Sixo is able to, with his layering, marry such different elements and with such unexpected success. I also like the vocal sample. Ties everything together and it gives the song a throwback mixtape feel.
The video is balls good. The song is Captain Crunch All Berries it's so good. Sixo, man, I don't know if your still racing dirt bikes but I'm fucking glad your making music.