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  • Supreme Beings of Leisure - Angelhead (feat. Lili Hayden)
    Angelhead (feat. Lili Hayden)
    Supreme Beings of Leisure: 11i

    Mysterious chemistry indeed: Indian melodies, a great black female lead singer, smooth triphop beats. I heard them on an ad for some liquor or something and found them to be a nice addition to my Massive Attack-type-genre. The other favorite is "Never the Same" on their self-titled album.
  • Editors - An End Has a Start
    An End Has a Start
    Editors: An End Has a Start

    The Editors just make me want to go run out into the street and just keep going until I lift off. The band being almost entirely carried by Tom Smith, I was surprised it kept so energetically charged. But they need visuals to match his wonderful voice.
  • Never Give Up On the Good Times
    Spice Girls: Spice World
    I discovered this guilty pleasure very late, and I like it only because it reminds me of a DeBarge tune. Wonder if he had a hand in it. Sure does bounce.
  • The Bones of An Idol
    The New Pornographers: Twin Cinema
    I honestly don't know what I like about this song. And it isn't an obnoxious stick-in-your-head thing. And yet it just does. Their stuff does that. Noble? no. Superior musicianship? Not really. Just damn interesting.
  • Pink Martini - Cante E Dance
    Cante E Dance
    Pink Martini: Hey Eugene!

    This is a bossa nova gem done by Pink Martini - the huge Portland-based cabaret/ orchestra/ I-Love-Lucy-Ricardo-latin-band band. They are not always to my taste, but salvage up so much good stuff from the past you can't help sing their praises. The translation is loosely: "Sing and Dance, What will come God only knows, but follow the light."
  • Dazz Band - Let it Whip
    Let it Whip
    Dazz Band: 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of the Dazz Band

    I got an itch for some retrofunk and found this waiting to pounce on me and make me into boogymaterial. Why were they so unfamilliar a name to me when they have Earth Wind and Fire rhythms, vocals a la Rick James, and a Princelike groove that's unstoppable?
  • The Polyphonic Spree - Lithium
    Lithium
    The Polyphonic Spree: Wait

    This is the most peculiar thing. It's an honest cover of the famed Cobain song -- and I hate covers unless they are amazing new twists. Here there really isn't a twist, but it's so sincere and dorky (while staying firmly devoted to the original) that it holds a great geeky power. I adore it.
  • Shahrukh Khan, A.R. Rahman, Ashutosh Gowarikar, and Javed Akhtar - Yuhi Chala Chal Rahi
    Yuhi Chala Chal Rahi
    Shahrukh Khan, A.R. Rahman, Ashutosh Gowarikar, and Javed Akhtar: Swades [Soundtrack]

    A great Road Trip song -- in Hindi! I'll post the lyrics and encourage everyone to see the film, SWADES, about an Indian NASA scientist who returns to India to find his birthplace. And, no, this is not the album cover. That's Amazon's stupid fault.
  • Joanna Newsom - Emily
    Emily
    Joanna Newsom: Ys

    Don't let her voice scare you away, and it Will Scare You. Just read the words and listen: she makes jewels of harp and poems. She's one of the best poets and most interesting crafters of song to come along since early Dylan. And I can't pass up someone who actually looks like an elf. She makes things you've never heard before.
  • Blues in Hoss' Flat
    Count Basie: The Swingin' Machine, Live!
    Ah, magical Basie. If you've heard a lot of student jazz bands, you'll really be surprised by this. I had heard it played so many ways, and forgot to check the original. It was much MUCH better, so light, so carelessly tight like a well-toned dancer. It's best! I don't go for "old" music. This will never get old.
  • Dragon Ash - Deep Impact
    Deep Impact
    Dragon Ash: LILY OF DA VALLEY

    Yes, my older friends will think I've lost my marbles. But I love Dragon Ash. I mean, listen to these speech rhythm patterns. Listen to it abstractly. It's a really great piece of work, and it's fun, and it's a trip to hear Japanese hip-hop anyway. The Best Way to hear it: you should see the video (it's posted on You Tube). I can't resist the jingle bells.
  • Imogen Heap - Just For Now
    Just For Now
    Imogen Heap: Speak for Yourself

    Yes I know. A SECOND one of Imogen. But it's the audible condensation of my favorite Christmas film, "Home for the Holidays," which has Holly Hunter and Robert Downey Jr. Have a listen and kvetch with the rest of us.
  • I Wanna Take You Out in Your Holiday Sweater
    Pas/Cal: StarTime International Presents: Super-Cuts
    This thing sounds like 70s TV shows. And Glitter. And the giddy stuff of holiday romances, which .... we kind of need more of.
  • Immogen Heap - The Moment I Said it
    The Moment I Said it
    Immogen Heap: Speak for Yourself

    This whole album is a stunner. Although entirely electronic-based, Imogen wrote and produced this richness all by herself (w/Apple of course!) and it is warm, breathing, delicate, and heart tugging. I adore the bubbly "Goodnight and Go", which is popular. But this "Moment" is the most incredible auditory description of a catastrophic argument I have ever heard. I could not have thought this one up. Immi is a wonder.
  • The La's - I Can't Sleep
    I Can't Sleep
    The La's: The La's

    This is true original old style gut Brit-pop. You can tell because you can make out about five words in the whole thing, and you're suddenly overtaken with the urge to buy some serious dancing boots and go stomp.
  • Ok Go - Do What You Want
    Do What You Want
    Ok Go: Oh No

    Yes yes so it was a commercial. But I couldn't stop BOUNCING!. You know, the lyrics are great too? You've just Gotta.
  • The Presets - Girl and the Sea
    Girl and the Sea
    The Presets: Beams

    Ignore the "popcorn" intro on this tune, and a velvet voice and electronica pull you into an 80s throwback. I hate mimicry but I really can't help loving this tune, it's such a good synthesis. Harkens back to Depeche Mode, Delirium and Legendary Pink Dots.
  • Tricky - Aftermath
    Aftermath
    Tricky: Maxinquaye

    Tricky is probably overshadowed by Dangermouse lately, and this one's not new either, but it still has an atmospheric groove that hangs around like a gritty shimmery innercity cloud. It's my rain-walking music.
  • Flora Purim - This is Me
    This is Me
    Flora Purim: Flora's Song

    Even if you're not into World music, this quick-beat samba is the most joyous thing I've heard in a long time. Flora has been around forever, and she is the classic Brazillian singer; look her up. Her husband, percussionist extraordinaire Airto, is the rest of its energy, and one of the finest improvisationalists to be found.
  • Little Feat - Time Loves a Hero
    Time Loves a Hero
    Little Feat: Time Loves a Hero

    Some guilty-pleasure coconut palm tree umbrella drink music for summer.

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Replicant Briefing 1-10

Making mudpies and green grass in a backyard near a hot sidewalk is her first vividly recalled memory.

At three, she is left to fall asleep on a couch in a well-lit room where adults are playing cards and laughing and talking. She wakes briefly, knows somehow that she is pleasantly safe, and falls back to sleep.

At 3 1/2, her sister teaches her a prayer. She still thinks it's odd that you would die in your sleep, and ask about it, just in case, every night.

On the eve of her fourth birthday, she's hit by an empty swing, and is left with a slight scar above her left eye that makes it even more almond than before.

At age 4, she sees Sabu in the movie The Jungle Book. She thinks he is the most beautiful creature she has ever seen. In her dreams ever after, all the boys who haunt her will be dark.

At 4 1/4, she is enjoying the fact that mother painted the kitchen walls bright enamel red and they are well-sealed. She is patiently putting up "wallpaper" with a bucket of water, a paintbrush, and some sheets of toilet paper. They stick marvelously in bubbled wetness to the bright paint. Her mother is surprisingly amused.

At age 4 1/2, her sister informs her that adults actually do not know what is beyond Planet Earth and a few other round objects. She is suddenly terrified with the anarchy of it all, since the adults were supposed to know what was going on. She feels certain there must be a God, but, Why wouldn't God tell us?

At 5, she sings her first song while riding her tricycle, in the same pitch as the record. Shortly thereafter, she is given her first toy piano, and inexplicably pecks out the tune to one of her sister's records with no one's instruction -- the color coded sheets for Mary Had A Little Lamb ignored. Shortly thereafter, a television hour presents a famous flamenco dancer, and the week following is filled with much authentic gesturing and stomping and clacking. She finds these feats of great import, and is puzzled that no one else does.

At 5, she overhears her mother scream that unless her father stays at home more often, he will "find that child with a knife in her back." She knows she hears an unfamiliar sound of wine in her mother's voice. But even the idea that she could be such empty currency creates shock. She never truly trusts anyone at home again.

At five 1/4, she is diagnosed "tuberculosis positive" and unpleasant-tasting medications, x-rays, doctor visits, and large machinery frequently interrupt. From that point on, her winters are so buried in snowsuits and scarves that stepping off the front porch is a balancing act.

At 5 1/2 she is swinging back and forth in wide arcs from metal rings suspended by chains from a gymnasium ceiling. A teacher has hoisted her there and lets her down from them in her arms. She has never felt closer to flight.

At nearly six she is shown a tomato worm and smells a large patch of purple and white striped petunias in the yard of a German couple named The Stonehouse's; they become the closest thing to grandparents she gets on a daily basis.

At six, she is taken to the home of her sister's friend, and is allowed to play a three-tiered electric organ for the entire visit. Much distressed at leaving the organ, she asks if she can have one. Nothing happens.

At six and a half at a New Years party, she sees a woman descending the stairs covered in multicolored streamers and trailing tinsel. A passion for glitter and extravagance is permanently etched at that precise moment.

At six 3/4, her sister leaves home, and takes any shelter there was with her. Being very excited about a friend's birthday party the next day, she does not realize her sister is actually moving away. The next day she is decidedly put out.

At seven, the world grows green and wide and glittering.
A house in a small town becomes theirs, where air smells as it never had before and floods full of green grass, with apples and blooming and fruiting cherry tree and milkweed pods. She has her first architectural moments attempting to build igloos out of encrusted snowbanks. She learns to whistle a robin's call and develops a rapport with squirrels. She also becomes delighted with a brand new sink in the bathroom, because the formica countertop has silver and gold boomerangs in it that sparkle.

At seven 1/4, her teacher makes a miracle. She passes around cream in a jar and every child shakes it as long as possible. Butter emerges from whey, and they eat it on saltine crackers.

At seven 1/2, their President is shot, and although the teacher asks all the children to pray, the principal comes back in two hours to tell them he is dead. No one can quite think of anything more that day.

At eight, another teacher finds her lost in thought yet again, and as she scrambles to pull out a pencil for a spelling test, the teacher spells
S-L-O-W and then uses her name in a sentence, saying she is slow. She has never been embarrassed before. In future spelling tests, she spells school SKOOL to see if the teacher would get her joke -- it was in a commercial on TV. The teacher merely marks her paper with red. It becomes apparent to her that teachers are not always miracle workers with saltines and butter, and that they are flawed as well.

At eight 1/4, she sees the great Vladimir Horowitz perform on television. He plays Rachmaninoff. She is in love. She asks for a piano. Again, nothing happens.

At eight and half, she sits on a teeter-totter plank, hovering in mid-air, when the other child suddenly jumps off. Her head whips forward and two of her front teeth are broken on the metal handlebar. She will repair them numerous times throughout her life thereafter. It makes her crooked smile even more crooked, as if her lips had anticipated the change.

Just beyond eight and half she trips a boy who has teased her mercilessly for a month with a word "egghead", which she does not understand. He falls flat on the asphalt and she is sent to the principal. She states with proud honesty that she is not at all sorry.

At eight 3/4, her sister takes her to J. Toguri Mercantile Company in the big city because she has read the book Miss Happiness and Miss Flower. There she smells wonderful incense, the raw steel of woks, and her sister purchases two Japanese dolls for her that will be the inspiration for the creation of an authentic Japanese dollhouse, furniture, landscaping, clothes, food, utensils, paintings, and clothes made by her small hands. Her mother is at last impressed, and an obsession with Japan is sealed.

At nine, a sidewalk photographer's polaroid catches her and her sister walking in the city street. Her sister looks at a shop window. She in a Chinese coolie hat is looking way up high at the 1910 architecture. What fine work they put round the tops. And so many birds, too.

At nine, her mother explains what molestation means. Her mind cannot finish it no matter how she tries.

At nine and a half, there are many tornado warnings. Her mother confines them both to the basement's north corner, while her father remains upstairs in the shower, apparently intent on annoying her or defying death, neither of which message is clear or encouraging.

At nine and 3/4, she reads many more books. She reads Harriet the Spy, and writes every day after. She reads the autobiography of Helen Keller, and longs to help someone rise from darkness with a secret language of fingers. An understanding of the other-gifted ones brings her unusual friends again and again.

At ten she is the tallest child in school but for one basketball player, and Jolly Green Giant products become her bane. In a late afternoon, her teasers are flung far aside into a heap by their collars after being kicked soundly in the shins, and she suddenly realizes she may hurt someone seriously. Her pacificism is avowed from that moment.

At 10 1/4 a Japanese boy is in her class. She will spend three years wishing he would notice her.

At ten 1/2, she witnesses a kiss in the morning between her mother and father. The night before he had again returned late and words were hurled. She has never seen them even touch before. She is much alarmed, realizing a last level has been reached.

At ten 3/4 there is a new Asian girl in school who arrives in a wheelchair, legs paralyzed from a bout of polio. Finding the girl's home near hers, she speaks Ohaio gozaimasu to her old grandmother one morning. The lady responds, and a discovery that they are Chinese is made. She and the girl become fast friends, China enters her life's path, and the name 'Lilly' will be fondly used in her life in her friend's honor many times.

At the end of the 10th year, near her birthday, her father has returned from a driving trip to Kansas to visit his mother. She wakes in the morning to find him home, and the green trailer behind the car that has pulled, all the way from cornfields, her first piano. She steps outside, onto gravel, into the open trailer, lifts the tarp, and begins to play.

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Places you should go.

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Much Ado About Nothing:

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  • Charlotte Gainsbourg - 5:55
    5:55
    Charlotte Gainsbourg: 5:55

    I have always loved Charlotte as an actress, what with her Patti Smith-like quirky looks and serious, soft voice. So I tried her album. A few tunes are nice, but I found it surprisingly unsophisticated musically (for a person who I suspected might be) and rather too Claudine Longet. Nothing but a soft breath of frost, and it dissipated too quickly.
  • AFI - Miss Murder
    Miss Murder
    AFI: DECEMBERUNDERGROUND

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  • Ben Harper - One Road to Freedom
    One Road to Freedom
    Ben Harper: Fight for Your Mind

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    Atlantic
    Keane: Under the Iron Sea

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    Thinking Underage
    Teddy Geiger: Underage Thinking

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  • Living Things - Bom Bom Bom
    Bom Bom Bom
    Living Things: Ahead of the Lions

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    Muse: Origin of Symmetry
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    Pistol of Fire
    Kings of Leon: Aha Shake Heartbrake

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