Sonic Gardens: Day 153

 “So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories.”

-Albert Camus, The Plague


As the pacific northwest hits its fleeting moments of intense heat, sounds continue to shed solace and energy to the scenario. As I sit in an artificially chilled space and vibe to the sounds of Idris Ackamoor & The Pyramids I can’t help but think about the world around me. 


Yesterday was filled with the sounds of nature as I floated along a river, laughing, conversing, meditating, praying. A little more than a week ago it was the waves of the Pacific crashing against the shore not 100 feet away from where I slept. Sometimes the music of my life isn’t coming out of the stereo but from those around me and my surroundings.


Of course a speaker is never far from my ears and I like to soundtrack my life. I sat on that shoreline and read Camus as the Budos Band jammed. A group that has always been in my awareness but never really gotten the attention they deserve. The music is great. But always sought for a setting and never just for its own soulness. It’s ambience for the sake of ambience. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, their sounds never disappoint as they are a group of sharp players who construct beauty. And thankfully I haven’t even begun to exhaust their albums as they continue to churn out projects and morph their own demeanor. 


Blu & Exile are also probably benefiting from my own lack of attention as I repeatedly fall in love with Miles. But is this just because I never really gave their previous albums the play I should have? Who is to say what the right amount of listens is for something? All I know is that Miles is magical and deep. I may not have really joined the bandwagon on Below the Heavens  (sacrilege?) but I’m all the way in now. There is depth and weight here. Passion and life. Music worth investing your time. Well at least my time.


As the days roll by I can’t keep up with all the things that came over my ears. I continue to dig through my crates, listening to Peter Tosh for the first time and loving the feel good reggae sounds, discovering a Paul Simon album that I do enjoy (No Graceland) as well as turning up to Blacks & P Money’s anthem from years ago and being pleasantly surprised by having the instrumental that is a perfect amalgamation of Butterz grime meets house aesthetic. 


My vinyl collection is always an excellent trip down memory lane, but I’m excited by the recent investment I’ve been making in adding current sounds to it, participating in Bandcamp Friday for three months running and copping (mostly) modern gems in Hashfinger’s Miles Beyond, Mo Kolour’s Texture’s Like Sun and Ras G’s Stargate Music this past week.


Speaking of the mighty Ras G, his fellows in astral sonic travels have been pumping out gems. Kutmah is four volumes deep in his Isolation Tapes series and also just dropped his tribute to his transitioned comrade in beats. Gaslamp Killer also blessed us with a new journey in Heart Math and I can’t get enough of it. An incredible project that may never be fully digested, it’s perfect for a period of reflection, meditation and prayer. Or just for pleasant sounds unlike anything being made today. It’s as if he distilled his beat making brethren’s ideas into a gypsies folk show. Just put it on.


And just so you know I’m not always one to get lost in the esoteric and critically acclaimed, I’ve maxed out my Apple Music library again (finally Spotify has something over Apple - better get on it Mr. Cook) so I’m listening to albums to decide if I should delete them and clear up space for more random sounds. Teyana Taylor’s K.T.S.E. is still a silky smooth seductive listen that emerged out of Kanye’s Wyoming sessions. It is filled with a late 90s Bad Boy R&B era vibes that should be channeled more. Keep. And I still can’t stand anything new from Eminem. I was surprised to see Kamikaze in my library to begin with so I gave it another listen and aside from “Greatest” and Joyner’s verse it’s unbearable to my ears. Go ahead and rap about my distaste Marshall. It’s boring, trite, and the definition of technical for the sake of being technical. Sure you can cram crazy rhyme schemes and so many syllables into a bar it’s impressive, but it’s also soulless and unexciting. Perhaps I’ve been brainwashed, or lost my mind but I won’t be tuning in again.


No shortage of good music to sift through and what better time than now? I’m enjoying unemployment and the opportunity to relax in the sun, or AC, and enjoy life. Create. Conversate. Grow. Explore. Just be. 


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