KEXP ~ PACIFIC NOTIONS - part 5

I'm afraid I am rotten

T.Milly👑- Silhouette (Remix)

Full album: https://nodeathnodeath.bandcamp.com/album/home-diaries

Weeks

There is nothing remaining other than the desperate want to return

Goodnight Dad I Love You

self released in 2023

plz support:
https://signcrushesmotorist.bandcamp.com/album/hurting

sign crushes motorist - manifesto

trade winds, white heat-Tim Hecker

first try at spoken word poetry/music
something i wrote up when i couldn't sleep
download here: dandelionhands.bandcamp.com/album/19

invisible

The More You Know

repeat to yourself that they're not really gone
time has proven that fooling yourself into believing
a lie is the most effective way to deal with
things you have no control over

keep listening to the mixtapes they made you
overanalyse every single word you hear
"was this a sign that things were going wrong"
no no, you were the one that cared too hard, not them

stay up every single night staring at your phone
either attempting to gather up the courage to
turn these demons, these constant reminders of
your loneliness into nothing more than a bad dream
or praying just for one second you could feel
the warmth of equally returned love

go out for coffee four times a week by yourself
always bring your notebook, never stop writing
leave little comics and thank you notes with your tip
watch them smile as you get in your car

always talk down on yourself whenever possible
my life is shit because i deserve it, right?
you must have done something real bad
its nearly impossible for you to cry now

avoid your friends for weeks even though
they're the only sense of consistency you have
left in your life, if they really wanted
to see you they'd come, but they won't (who cares?)

allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love
watch as you begin to take a backseat to the
world around you, don't fight it
become a secondary character in your own motion picture

but most importantly drown every single one of
your feelings in old stolen rum, learn to
love the taste of it dripping down your throat
find comfort in the warmth coming from your
stomach, you're drinking bottled love now

you don't need other people to drive away your loneliness
you just needed to find a way to talk to it

how to never stop being sad

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Jesse was late again, but I don’t mind I’ll wait for him
Jesse gets mean sometimes
But I don’t mind, he’s got a lot on his mind.
And dammit Jesse. It’s true. I do love you
And dammit Jesse. It’s true. I do trust you

Jesse’s a mess again
So I lie awake with him
And he’s holding on to something I can’t see
But it’s alright, I’m safe with him

And dammit Jesse. It’s true
I do, love you
And dammit Jesse. It’s true, I do trust you

And he could be bad, and turn his back;
He could break all his promises. But when I see Jesse I smile.
When I see Jesse I smile.
He could be bad, and turn his back;
He could break all his promises. But when I see Jesse I smile.
When I see Jesse I smile.

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jesse

In the late 90’s, east-side LA was in the throws of a post-indie explosion; a network of stoned bands ranging from neo-psychedelia to pseudo-country overran Spaceland (our generation’s Troubadour) and the local Silverlake Lounge. I was playing freakbeat records twice a week in dive bars, half of Spacemen 3 was crashing at my house (my drop-out roommate was Sonic Boom’s tour drummer) and it was during this blur that I met Raymond Richards, a clean-cut all-American pedal steel guitarist playing in Mojave 3 (the country-tinged 4AD side project of shoegaze royalty, Slowdive). I was instantly swept off my feet, head over heels in love with Raymond's weeping tone — the most chill-inducing, emotionally responsive dialog I’d had with music since discovering Satie as a child — it was then and it is now, truly haunting. After a year of personnel trials, my roommate and I stole Raymond for our own band, and not only did he smother our songs with his enchanting steel, he was virtuosic with a variety of atypical instruments such as baritone guitar and theremin, he utilized them all. The band was short-lived — I split to jam with Ariel Pink, Raymond fled to Portland, then me subsequently to New York City — but in founding the ESP Institute years later, there was always a recurring mental note; "we must make Raymond’s pedal steel album." I had managed to wrangle his blessed performance on a remix for Project Club’s 'El Mar Y La Luna', but it took almost a decade until I once again wore the producer hat and we began working on 'The Lost Art Of Wandering', a title borrowed from Sam Shepard’s 'Stories'. Spiritually candid, expansive yet enveloping, this is the strung-out, visceral country music that simply radiates from Raymond. Each song is his set of coordinates in a vast open terrain, holding a sentimental familiarity, a truthful longing for the simple comforts that diffuse life’s complications, a place to get lost. —Lovefingers

Produced by Lovefingers
Cover image - Barbara and Michael Leisgen, Eintauchen [detail], 1972

[ESP070] The Lost Art Of Wandering

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