Song obsessions are those songs that get stuck in your head. This series of posts isn’t about what I or the other panel members think is best, but what our brain latches onto, those ear worms that loop around and around in your head.
The DJ before me on KZSU played the Black Keys in 2004 and I’ve heard them off and on since then, but I’ve really never been impressed with them. The other day, though, I found this song–“I’ve got a love that keeps me waiting//I’m a lonely boy”–stuck in my head for hours at a time. And then I saw this video for the first time, and, wow. It’s just amazingly charming. Derrick Tuggle, you’re a champion.
Natalie’s pick last time got me interested in this song, but this video is what really got me watching/ listening to the song on repeat. What a great song–such a nice combination of lyrics and music. This particular arrangement, with the earnest vocals and rough-but-accomplished musical performance, of it is particularly lovely. Watch it now!
In the pantheon of sad girl songs this one hits me the hardest not only because Robert Wratten prefers to infer rather than detail the source of his subject’s blues but also because of the unresolved ending that leaves us wondering the next series of bland slights she will be forced to endure.
Music, my favorite music, always always always commands me back to a particular time and place. It was a cold October afternoon in a Reykjavik hostel last year when these Scottish art-ramblers hit me for the first time. My face properly rocked, I was compelled to see them again the night following, and the second performance easily trumped the prior. Wandering the Icelandic streets, sharing drinks from a flask, conducting 5am conversations, missing home but not missing home at all… these are the things I recall when Walking For Two Hours finds its way to my ears, as it has repeatedly in the past couple of weeks. Loads of bands claim to be emotional, sure, but this group has recently done a commendable job of tapping my emotions. They’ve got a new album, and it’s not as visceral as their first two, but I’ve been loving it all the same. Keep spinning that brogue, fellows.