Said the Gramophone - image by Danny Zabbal
by Mitz

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Ant'lrd - "Kasuisai" [Buy]

I just finished work and was going to go home and eat and watch Narcos last episode of season 2 but my phone asked me to update IOS. So I decided to do it.

He(my phone) has been asking me almost everytime I look at the phone. "You wanna update?" I was like, "nah one day, I'll do it." or " not today dude. not today. I'm not feeling it."

But oh man, he is persistent. Finally 20 mins ago, I said. "alright sure. It's only gonna take a couple of minutes right?"

I was wrong, I'm still here looking at stupid Apple logo and taking so long. so gonna listen to music or watch fail videos on youtube.

good night.

by Sean

Sorry Girls - "This Game". I was swept off my feet by Sorry Girls' debut single, a song that marries Lorde-like electro-pop and the drums-heavy disillusionment that drew me (in part) to Basia Bulat's early work. The band's a duo - singer Heather Foster Kirkpatrick and producer Dylan Konrad Obront, who live in Montreal - and this is the first thing they've ever released. That's a high bar, and maybe it explains the delay on a long-promised first EP. But I like to imagine that a song like "This Game" can act less like a measuring stick and more like a turbine, a little engine prodding Sorry Girls to keep hitting the practice space, to keep pressing record. Art-making mostly comes down to persistence; long live anything that eases the outpouring of blood, sweat and tears. Sorry Girls know how to write and sing a hook, they know how to make breathless what could easily be a lament. They're as well-served by their confidence as by their vulnerability - after all, pop music's greatest flavour is probably "bittersweet." [bandcamp]

by Emma

Tennyson - "Lay-By"

You wake up in the afternoon. There is day left. Bright. The sun streams blankly through the window. Outside there is no sound. Inside the house there is no sound. Breathe in and feel it bloom up in your chest, deep as a lake. As dark and timeless. A frequency, a signal settles up and shimmers in the air same as it sparks against your teeth in darker rooms than this one. You think this body that you have is what you use to tune it in, roll around, scrape yourself against the edges. You think about your body, what it is. Think about your parents and their sadness, what you can't ask. Day, the blank light, what occurs to you without it. Think about your body and the mess of wires inside.

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by Mitz
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Postcards - "Gum" [Buy]

In my day job, I make furniture and lately, I'm getting a lot of orders overseas and US.

So I had to call around freight shipping companies to get quotes. I called about 20 places.
Some are nice and some are not so nice. I don't blame them. Call centre must be exhausting. Respect to them.

One person though, was quite interesting. I don't remember her name but she was nice but her tone of voice, her mind was somewhere else. She sounded like a robot. I almost thought it was Siri.

(BTW I'm gonna name my next pet, Siri so I can ask him/her, "Siri! what's the weather today?" and Siri would answer, "woof woof" or "meow meoooww" and I would be "awesome! thanx!")

anyways, she sounded really like a machine but she was so good! So smooth and perfect. professional. just like Siri. But while I had to look up my customers address and she was waiting for me, I could hear like she was chewing a gum. I swore she was. but not too hard like Lions eating zebra chewing. More like a little bunny eating corn. Quiet but fast.

I wanted to ask her if she was chewing something but didn't want to think I was accusing her of anything because I realized she was probably trying to catch up on chewing gum or eating something while she can. Fast and smooth and Professional.

very cool that's all for today.

ps if you own or work at crate shipping company or custom broker, please let me know lol haha.

thanx have a great day!

by Jeff

a person silhouetted by the sunset

Yo La Tengo - "Sugarcube"

My major musical discovery this summer was Yo La Tengo. Yup, that band that's been around forever, which I was first exposed to on mixtapes back in the nineties. I didn't dislike them previously; it was worse than that. I wrote them off as being merely okay. But this summer something shifted in my mind as I listened to I Can Hear the Heart Beating as One. I finally see the genius of Yo La Tengo's sonic ambidextrousness, the way they move through sheets of noise as comfortably as they do tender little ditties. They somehow make the loud and quiet, distorted and clean, tongue-in-cheek and sincere all fit together perfectly.

I don't know what my eureka moment was exactly, but it might have been when I was listening to "Sugarcube" on the Metro to work one day. Hearing Ira Kaplan singing that he was trying to be more assured, less uptight, and more aware over the swirl of gloriously noisy pop really hit home. Those are the things I'm trying to do. Yo La Tengo makes it clear that it's never too late to try to be a better a person, to fall in love with an old band, to see beyond what you thought you knew. To squeeze a drop of blood from a sugarcube.


by Mitz

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Oh-OK - "Person" [Buy]

I went to leather supply place because my girlfriend couldn't go buy since she has to work but before I went, she warned me the guy who works there is a sexist racist old dude.

Well, he was. I was talking to my girlfriend on the phone and asking her to make sure which leather and he said, "oh women eh? they are picky."

I said, "no, we just wanna make sure it's the right one."

Then, there was black lady came in and he said, "Jamaica."

"what?" I said but he said like singing with handclap.


and then, I went to buy cat food at Costco and this guy approached me and started asking me, "you wanna buy designer perfumes?" He had a paperbag full of perfumes....

I said, "no" so he said, "where you from? China?? You people are so cheap man!"

I ignored him.

Oh man, I hate people. I mean stupid people like these guys. sick of them.

Then, inside Costco, I was trying on glasses. My glasses is half broken and its been like that for 3 weeks. Temporary fixed with scotch tape on the sides. It gives me 3D theatre feel everyday all day. Blair Witch Project motion sickness all day everyday.

As you know, when you try out new glasses, you can see much since you have to take of glasses.

I was alone there. I needed someone. I needed a person.

But I figured it out. I took selfies with all the glasses and I didn't need another person. I hate and sick of stupid sexist racist losers. well, ya i like people! thanks for listening me rant.

by Sean
Overgrown traffic jam

Modern Studies - "Ten White Horses". A song that seems written as a soundtrack to the various conjugations of to begin. Begin, began, will begin, beginning. The piano spells out a future and then the handclaps make it present; we follow, dawning, along Emily Scott's pronouncements. Lines about horses and their tumbling riders, death and love, or falling suitors. The "sun's a pale bystander" and it's a "one-league-wide meander", the rhymes like handmade coins or tokens, pieces to leave upon the train-rails. Once begun, there's crescendo too - horns and drums, winsome harmonium, the tools of an early Noughties sound steered by bands like P:ano and Architecture In Helsinki. I saw Architecture in Helsinki once, in Edinburgh, in a dripping Cowgate bar. It was 2005. Maybe members of Modern Studies were standing beside me, swaying softly. Begin, began, beginning.

[Modern Studies are based in Glasgow; they are Scott, (StG fave) Rob St John, Pete Harvey and Joe Smillie. / Out on Songs, By Toad Records / more on Bandcamp]

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