My Tequila Tuesday tune is off the Weeknd’s Thursday mixtape! You get told but you just don’t listen.
"So don’t you fall in love
Don’t make me make you fall in love Don’t make me make you fall in love with a ni**a like me Nobody needs to fall in love I swear I’m just a bird Girl, I’m just another bird Don’t make me make you fall in love with a ni**a like me Like Me”
Today I’ll be drinking to all the birds - the latest & the greatest!
Without sounding crass, I’ve never been so close to an out-of-bedroom orgasm as when I first heard this song and watched the video.
When using the word ‘epic’ to describe the track, I don’t intend it in the way us modern city kids dilute and exaggerate, like, a million epic things every day, bru; I envision a saga prose about famous men and women from dark and medieval times. The way you feel listening to Moulin Rouge’s ‘Roxanne’. It’s dark. Epic. Climaxical. Perfect.
I put Blue Jeans up on my fb page last week & Muptee suggested perhaps I share. It was Lana Del Rey’s version vs. Mateo’s cover stripped Blue Jeans (his is very r ’n b like).
I have this thing for Lana Del Rey and her Born to Die album. I’m not sure if it’s her raspy, melancholy almost haunting voice or my love for blue jeans and a crisp white shirt or that she says everything I want to say.
I was so excited this week when someone at work handed me the new Santigold album. I must say though, after listening a few times I was severely disappointed. I’d waited 4 years to hear a follow up to her debut album - a masterpiece in my opinion.
'Master of My Make-Believe' has nothing on 'Santogold'. Not a damn thing. I mean it's not a bad album, infact it has its “Santi's back!” moments, albeit few and far between.
This is one of the few songs on the album that yelled for my attention. I had no choice but to oblige and allow for it’s almost ethnic sounding pop beat to infiltrate my ears.
I was first introduced to The Weeknd by my youngest brother Solo about a year ago. Since then I have a full on love affair going on with The Weeknd, there’s something about Abel Tesfaye!
I so love those days when ‘House of Balloons’, ‘Thursday’ and ‘Echoes of Silence’ mixtapes are on back to back replay. His music is lustful, made of monsoon summers, beautiful drunken nights and dirty weekends away. (Perhaps that’s just me)
If I must choose between the mixtapes I’m a ‘House of Balloons’ girl and my favourite tracks ‘What you need’ and ‘The Morning’ have a slow, smooth r&b feel but ever so slightly left of centre
If you’re not careful, listening to Radiohead’s music could put you on Suicide Watch. But Thom Yorke and his gang are fantastic musicians. They find beauty in strange places. They are able to create something wonderful out of despair. Like this beautiful yet depressing song that makes you want to curl up in the foetal position.
Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life - Monty Python
[ Monty Python Sings ]
OK I love Life of Brian. And I’m an eternal optimist and mostly don’t really let too much get me down. Life is a piece of shit sometimes, but you just have to look at that bitch and laugh in its face. It’s the only way to turn the odds around. Most times.
I’ve spent this morning selecting all my favourite Little Dragon tunes to send to my lover. Listening to just a snippet here and there to probe my memory and remind me why I fucking love Little Dragon so much.
This song came on, and I was transported to October 2010. Me, Muptee, Yang, Anthea, Sameena, Zaki and Max. Langebaan. Lots of vodka cocktails. Maybe some wine. Writing dirty raps. Eating Muptee’s spicy tacos. Naps. Sun. Sunsets. Fish and Chips. Uncontrollable laughter. 3 days of the best fun.
And this song. This song is fireworks in your ears! It’s like this song was made for that moment where we slid across the living room of our home for the weekend with imaginary smoke in the background while we did pretend ballet and lived in the magic of Little Dragon.
The first time I heard this song, I was in my daddy’s car with him driving somewhere. Can’t remember where we were going or coming from, but anyway he was playing this album and I was so shocked when he answered my “who is this?” with “Marvin Gaye”. He then went on to tell me about the soundtrack that Marvin Gaye had composed for a movie from the blaxploitation era called ‘Trouble Man’.
Anyway to be honest since then I haven’t actually bothered to listen to the entire album, but this song with its hypnotic sax stays heavy on rotation.
I’m away from home. Living in a hotel for the next two nights. A very comfortable loneliness.
This morning while getting dressed, I had the TV on MTV and this video came on. I was like, this nigga’s got hairy feet. But when he started singing, and I listened to what he was saying, I really wanted to hear more. And when Kimbra came on, it took me on a totally different journey within the journey which was the song (inception papa). Her voice compliments the song and pretty much makes it whole.
Not something for everyone, but I certainly like it.
I’ve wanted to be a lot of things in the past. I remember thinking I was Nas for a while when I discovered ‘Illmatic’. I was a 5 percenter, my friends were gods and women were my wisdom. You know how Nas kinda pouts his lips when he speaks? Yeah, I did that too.
Anyway, this album comes from a time I wished I was English. This is the first band I ever really fell in love with, I used to obsess over these guys and this album. This song is my favourite on the album, and it’s arguably the best thing Alex Turner - who’s a god in my ears - has ever written.
I love me a hip-hop love song. I love me The Roots. I double love me The Roots doing a love song. There’s just something so awesome about the jazzy sounds introducing Black Thought’s poetic words which always just seem to dance in tune to Questlove’s epic drumming and erm all the other nice sounding instruments.
I enjoy listening to this song, particularly the live version. I love hearing Black Thought tell the story of jonesing over this ‘Queen named Amina’ who is just not trying to give up the goods. He is so frustrated by her actions, or lack thereof, and his frustration and barren attempts to woo her into his boudoir lie naked for us to witness.
I was driving home with my sisters from a birthday this past weekend and this song came onto the radio. I never know the name of songs…One of the reasons that I hang out with DJ’s, ha! Thank Pope Bennie that Mbuso Ndlovu is knowledgeable enough to have given me the name of the artist herewith :)
This song takes my mind to all kinds of magical worlds. If I could summarise my imagination in a song… I think this would be it. Super-chilled, controlled and multi-layered with concepts of all sorts. Thanks Nicky B for ending off my Sunday Funday in the most delightful way :)
I live in Jozi CBD and I’m about to experience my first winter in these parts. This morning was terribly cold, and my friends tell me it gets worse, especially in the CBD. I guess this song is a farewell to my first summer in the city. Let’s see what the winter has in store for us. One!
I was put onto Mr Gregory Porter through a post by one of my favorite bloggers. Also, around the same time, a good friend of mine was feeling unappreciated by the opposite sex. I dedicated this song to him, a lions lament at having to be anything but himself and have a woman not appreciate them as they are.
The song is strewn with lyrical metaphors delivered in baritone. Be good is her name. A woman who I imagine would be like “tut tut, stay in your place” while waving her finger at what she would perceive to be some kind of man child.
To be someone else and less and still not receive favour is a bitter reality. For all the times I had ever seen someone live as a whisper, Be Good, was for me a successful attempt at putting all of that into song. A really beautiful song.
The blurb off of their Vanity Fair slide show goes - “One of the most genius groups of recent times is Banda UÓ (pronounced something like Bonda Wah)—a group of kids from the equivalent of the Midwest in Brazil, the agricultural metropolis of Goiania. They have adopted an Amazonian style of music from Belem called tecno brega—which loosely translates as Cheesy Techno. It’s less techno and more industrial reggaeton on crystal meth. The members are Davi, Mateus, and the transgender Candy Mel.”
Whatever - I am like I can see Spoek Mathambo up in there making it global. They apparently took Willow Smith’s hair whippin’ track and funked it up nice. And the video pops from corner to corner. Don’t know about you but I have never seen a purple tash ever.
Something about their music also reminds me of some kats that came through Cape Town in 2006 for the RBMA, they put me onto a crew called Certified Bananas and I have never looked back since. One night when they were DJing at Marvel they got an Italian TV producer (who started MTV’s Stylisimo black in the day) to get down on all fours on Marvel’s dirty floor. Respekt!
I heard Yuna for the first time today and something about her sounds so familiar in a good way. Representing Malaysia on the music front, this woman has that “I think-we-could-be-good-friends” vibe to her.
I’m at the cusp of something lovely and daunting in my life and her lyrics speak to how I feel and intend to live. Listen…
I was pretty excited to hear TV on the Radio’s guitarist Dave Sitek had a side project, so when Maximum Balloon first released I was like gimme! gimme! This song is all about summer loving car dancing dreaming singing adventures with a young love (and we can all relate to that, right?). It’s raining today, but i’m playing anyway and pretending (join in: desk-bound chair bopping arms waving in the air….wooo-ooo). Young love.
Was having the worst morning/day today in the history of bad mornings/days. You know when everything goes wrong from the minute you get out of bed, and then it’s just worse than downhill from then on.
Anyway was looking for some music to lift me out of this nasty funk I was in. Found ‘Ay Ay Ay’ in a random playlist I’d made. It did the trick! I love this song, so many fond memories of hanging out at Samora’s house in Oaklands getting introduced to tons of dope hip-hop and just parlay-ay-ay’ing!
Boy Crisis is a 5 man band from Brooklyn NY, signed to B-unique records in 2007, apparently they make post-disco, post-punk music. In 2008 they were dubbed “the absolute worst band in the world right now. Seriously.”
I found the song on ‘The Palm Wine Drinkard” (a mixtape named after the eponymous book by Nigerian author extraordinaire Amos Tutuola) by Victor Vasquez, who is Kool AD - one third of rap crew Das Racist, and lead singer of Boy Crisis.
Listen to this song when you feel alone or like being alone.
This song just came on my playlist, and it made me smile. Why you ask?
It’s my birthday on Sunday and my friends are more excited than I am. I have been asked countless times, “yo Phuthi what are we doing for your birthday?!”. One of them offered to do something at their house. I’ve never quite experienced that. It reminded me just how special my friends are.
A track off the free album The Finer Things Vol. 1 by The Stuyvesants a duo from Bedford-Stuyvesant in Brooklyn, New York. Alogrhythm (producer) and Flwrpt (record collector) really brought it on this instrumental. My favourite producers at the moment.
I got pushed into listening to PJ Harvey by my friend Pearl, about a year and a half ago. I’d always known about her but never took the time to listen. I got a couple of her earlier albums and was instantly sold.
To me she was just another rock artist until ‘Let England Shake’ came out last year. I don’t have the words to explain how I feel about this album - it’s just great. It’s a love letter to her native England and In The Dark Places is my favourite song off the album.
"Don’t worry, it’ll all be ok. Even if its not ok, it will still be ok"
Recently, Spoek put me onto this track. He said it reminded him of me for some odd reason. I guess it’s because life has been throwing me lemons, & some of my friends know, it hasn’t been roses and blue skies on this side of the river. But I think it’s pretty amazing that we can all relate to each other somehow, at different times, shit happens all the time.
This track is something unusual for Ab-Soul, showing off his vocal skills, romancing an old flame. Chilled out beats, great vocals, honest lyrics. Its been on repeat in my iTunes.
There was a time in my life where ALL I listened to was Dead Prez. I was so curious about their brand of hip-hop. It was completely different to anything I had heard before, their lyrics were so eye-opening, so smart, so witty, so…real.
This particular song has always been my favourite. It retells the story of George Orwell’s ‘Animal Farm’ - anti-communism, anti-totalitarianism, anti-oppression and anti-colonialism. I mean where have you ever?
Dutch make beautiful music. Let me make that clear. It’s not an opinion. It’s a fact. One you too shall acknowledge after you’ve listened to their mesmerising ‘Woman Like The Wind’.
Dutch is an unlikely (in my mind, at least) collaboration between songwriter/singer Liz Fullerton and legendary hip hop producer Stoupe the Enemy of Mankind (of Jedi Mind Tricks and Army of the Pharaohs fame). I came across Dutch’s “A Bright Cold Day” album by accident and consider myself highly fortunate to have done so. I put the playlist on random and listened to the whole album without skipping any songs on that day. For me, that’s a rare occurrence when listening to an album first time round. But then again, so is finding pure and untainted stirring music like this these days.
It’s a freezing cold morning in Jozi CBD. It’s been 9 years since I properly experienced a Jozi winter, and it’s a shitload colder than it was when I was 17! This song captures the warmth I am looking for.
First time I ever heard this song, I think I repeated it 10 times or so. I stopped letting it play all the way through and kept going back to listen to the first 20 seconds.
When Masta Ace performed it in Cape Town last year, I temporarily lost my mind in the excitement that overcame me.
Love the Ladybug lines in hook: “play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play me in the autumn, any order” (Ladybug of DIgable Planets in the track 9th wonder)
This track came to me when big changes were happening in my personal life and some of those changes were not the easiest to get used to or deal with.
While going through some of those struggles, I sought refuge in Georgia Anne Muldrow’s “Owed To Mama Rickie” album which for me sounded incredibly spiritual to say the least.
This particular song though was the most triumphant and uplifting cut of the album. It is both encouraging and inspiring at the same time, especially when Bilal says “Did you know there’s a light, a light of the sun shining inside? Oh let your light light shine so your love grows…” . It reminded me that our attitude towards life is really up to us, whether positive or negative.
I’d love for you to hear this track alone, with a good blunt in your hand and the sound of rain patting your window while you sit there being grateful about everything you have in your sweet life!
This is my wake up song most mornings, and my nap song during lunchtime slumbers at the office. Headphones on, with it playing softly in the background, I close off the world, and let it take me…wherever.
Soweto, you are The New Emancipation. When you visit our shores from that grey area, aka England, we catch you freestyling in a friend’s corridor on a Friday night, you transport us during The Flyover Show, you collaborate with some of South Africa’s most brilliant musicians, you elope with my two loves: jazz my husband and hip-hop my lover, giving each the attention they deserve. I love you for your technical virtuosity as a saxophonist, what a killer solo on Escape…and Eska’s voice…take me with you across the ocean…
Love Conversation - Jose James (ft Jordana de Lovely)
I’m a very big fan of Jose’s jazz albums (in particular), but this album has stronger soul influences that are irresistible. It’s safe to say its a favourite in my collection. Its velvet - the texture, the sound, everything about it. Its for the lovers. Thats why I love it. It really is magic.
[ Red Bull Studio Sessions 02 presented by Richard the Third]
I once told Jake in a drunken slur how upset I was that Voicetag and Nonku had released this track (I hope he didn’t take the ‘upset’ part seriously).
It dominated my driving time for over 3 weeks; totally obliterating any hope of musical diversity in my car, and all because the entire 7 minutes and 42 seconds is so damn pretty that it’s impossible to listen to anything else afterwards. That was a long time ago, and it still dominates my playlist.