14 days - 7 ways -- Episode Three

Well out rolls another blogisode & things are getting more lush here. I realized that there will have to be many such series as the 7-episode circus of indie that I'm ring-leading here... to actually give you a peek of the myriad of indie music I have & adore. & which deserves to be heard & had & adored.

Anyway, after this series, there's probably going to be a few Dye Corduroy postings with new songs & maybe a video... & then season 2 of 14 days... Here's episode three & this artist is a ripper - & btw you can right-click & save as the mp3s all you want:

Featured Artist: Kate Tucker

Kate Tucker & the Sons of Sweden hail from the Northwest corner of Seattle, Washington, amidst the fisherman and sailors of Ballard. They play lush indie pop with shimmering melodies, sparkling soundscapes, and beats like a train on a track.

Formed in 2006, their self-titled debut was produced by Ryan Hadlock (Blonde Redhead, Metric, The Gossip), and features Nic Danielson of the Kindness Kind and Seattle folk luminary Damien Jurado.

Kate Tucker & the Sons of Sweden - Everything Went Down

key lyric: ".. Now you know can't be late..."

Kate Tucker & the Sons of Sweden - Faster than Cars

key lyric "... & your heart was beating faster than cars drive... "

And of course this track also serves as a preview to the series finale' (the one with covers dummy), Kate covered Bruce Springsteen, possibly one of my favorite songs of all time:

Kate Tucker - I'm on Fire

key lyric "... at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet & a freight train running through the middle of my head... "

http://www.myspace.com/katetuckermusic

P.S. I have desperately searching for her record online - so if anyone has a link, puh-lease holler-back. For evaluation purposes ofcourse...

*credits roll for episode 3*

7 honey-dipped indie recommendations - the 7 blogisode series. This was blogisode one. Emme Packer/Madi Diaz/Kate Tucker/Caitlin & Wil/Voyces/Portico/Special - Indie Undercover

14 days - 7 ways -- Episode Two

Welcome to Blogisode (will this term catch on?) 2... let's jump straight into the indie-goodness...

Featured Artist: Madi Diaz

Nashville-based singer/songwriter Madi Diaz spent her formative years balancing the disparate worlds of her native Pennsylvania Amish country and Boston's prestigious Berklee College of Music. Raised and home-schooled by her liberal musician parents, Diaz, who spent her childhood immersed in books, music, and horses, began composing at the age of 16 after the family relocated to nearby Philadelphia.
It was there that Diaz achieved minor celebrity status as one of the more precocious and engaging students in director Don Argott's hit 2005 documentary about the Paul Green School of Rock Music. While attending Berklee, Diaz spent time in the indie rock outfit Talk Radio before embarking on a solo career in 2006. Check out the sweet tunes below:

Madi Diaz - It's Only a Kiss

Madi Diaz - Love You Now

Madi Diaz - Late Night Driving

Madi Diaz - Side

http://www.myspace.com/madidiaz

Hollerback if you enjoyred this post. I shall see you in two days with blogisode 3 on Kate Tucker. Till' then... keep on driving sideways.

7 honey-dipped indie recommendations - the 7 blogisode series. This was blogisode one. Emme Packer/Madi Diaz/Kate Tucker/Caitlin & Wil/Voyces/Portico/Special - Indie Undercover

14 days - 7 ways -- Episode One

If you've stumbled upon here, whether by choice or by circumstance of actually wanting to know your indie; you're in for long endearing hours on the couch right under the fan run by the UPS listening to some indie beauties on your creative:zen player... (wait... that's me when the lights go out)

So this is Episode One - let's get to the indie-goodies:

Featured Artist: Emme Packer

Emme Packer was born and raised in Farmington, Utah, a small town just outside of Salt Lake City. As a child, Emme wandered the home singing and making instruments out of boxes and rubber bands. At 13 years old she taught herself how to play the guitar by visualization and memory. She played and sang in her room with no one knowing of her talents until she reached 18 years old when she decided to record an album independently.

You have to start things off with this tune...

Emme Packer - Paper Thin
turn it up & let its melancholy ambiance really sink in to your skin. Go ahead: tell me you've never felt what this songs all about. (& I'll slap you silly & call you a pookie-munky)

Emme Packer - Mix CD
absolutely catchy folk-noir-bubblegum dittie...

Emme Packer - Hate Your Drug
wait for the bass to kick in over the little riff... good'un.


Emme @ myspace: www.myspace.com/emmepacker



Well, that's it for now. I shall see you in 2 days with Madi Diaz. Till' then, don't let them take your electricity AND your music... keep one; preferably the latter.

7 honey-dipped indie recommendations - the 7 blogisode series. This was blogisode one. Emme Packer/Madi Diaz/Kate Tucker/Caitlin & Wil/Voyces/Portico/Special - Indie Undercover

The Dye Corduroy Pinata' Explodes...

Three new tracks, two new videos, a track in an upcoming compilation cd... it's good to be a dye corduroy fan these days. The creative juices have a lot more songs marinating... 3 in session, 28159219 in hiding.

Dye Corduroy - The Kids Are Crawling (mp3)

Dye Corduroy - Asking for Flowers (live Kathleen Edwards cover)

Dye Corduroy - If You May So Please As If For Sure (mp3)

Dye Corduroy - Jinn Ko Mayree Talaash Hai (live @ Cafe' Lagoon)




Dye Corduroy - Twilight Busker (mp3)

Of outlaw cowboy bands & busking in twilight.... Dye Corduroy's new track in audio equivalent of technicolor

Well, its that time again when I lay down my arms & surrender another track into the stratosphere of mp3-hugging aficionados. I refuse to comment on the sentiment in the song as I believe that the artwork blatantly encompasses all. So here it is, give it a spin and see if YOU can somehow factor in:

Dye Corduroy - Twilight Busker

Lyrics: Twilight Busker off of the upcoming record "The Humming Vertigo"

i don't want to listen;
i just wanna get through
i dont have directions; but i know i have to get away from you;
you don't make me feel too good
i don't busk in twilight;
but its best i do
and i don't have a torchlight; but they never come they're never here;
i just wanna disappear

and i don't; don't have much time
gotta get get gotta get get gotta get you; out of my mind
you know i bleed; bleed through the days
and what i need; just slips away

i don't have religion
i just have a clue
i don't have a vision but i know i have to find a way from you
you don't make me feel too good
i don't write love songs
i write fiction that is true
i don't see the future but these words in songs help me veneer
everything i have to fear

i need sometime to think around
how to pick my trembling heart off the ground
the letters you sent
the hurt you never meant
or so i'd so believe;
i found
what comes after you
i've found what comes after you

The Last Ten

So I had waited patiently for the last ten episodes of Battlestar Galactica to unravel - & yesterday I started watching them. The episode back from the hiatus was truly brilliant - with a dark monkey on its back throughout. I kinda knew Dualla was going to blow he head off... there is this one scene when she comes back to the landed crafts on the wrecked earth... I thought she was going to pull her gun and do it right there.

Interesting discovery: In the 1978 original Battlestar Galactica - there was a character named... yes... Dr. Salik.

Jeez.

So I've seen two of the last ten. I'm going steady 'coz I don't really want it to end. But it has ended. Can't help imagining how much props they had to auction. I think they sold them in Pasadena.

Oh well.

Spin your head around these tunes then:
Kathleen Edwards - Goodnight California
Alanis Morissette - Tapes

Discreet Criminals

In the beginning of any conversation, or song, or journey, or phone-call, or visit; there always is this moment that crystallizes away from all subsequent ones. The one laden with the sensual weight of both hesitation & haste... where you know what comes next will carry gravity enough to centrifuge your self. Or the other.

That moment is universal & shared & whored, yet is personal, private & indiscriminately intimate. Like the back-board of your closet against which you press your secrets. Covered by the barrage of fabric twisted and turned intricate by collapsing blows of discreet criminality. The one that peers through all of our souls, and gazes endlessly out of your offending eyes.

That moment is what I try to marinate my words & songs into.

Fin.

p.s. trying out the new mp3 player i embedded. These tracks remain on heavy rotation in my car these days:
The Stills - Everything I Build
Jack's Mannequin - Cell Phone
Sparkadia - Too Much To Do

Dye Corduroy's Latest Offering - Kiya Tum Ho Wohee

The latest Dye Corduroy track is all set and raring to burn holes in your iPods and ears. Beware: The chorus can stick to you like taffy on a hot wet Wednesday.

Its called "Kiya Tum Ho Wohee" & contrary to the obvious its not a lament, it's not about love and all your gooey gremlins, its about alienation of self, friends, people and civilization. Hence the lack of recognition and the query - kiya tum ho wohee?

Stream or right-click-save-target-as to download the mp3:

Dye Corduroy - Kiya Tum Ho Wohee

{lyrics}

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee

Darmiyaan;
Mein gumm yahaan;
Ikk kasak kee iss kashish mein khwab saarey;

Baysahaarey

Raastay;
Dhoop dhullay;
Waqt kay iss dasht mein who dhoondtay hain;

Behtay dhaarey

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee?

Maaverah;
Bay bahaa;
Silsiloan kay sahiloan pay woh khara hai;

Aik kinaarey

Ghair mein;
Andhair jahaan;
Manziloan kee chaoon mein bhee jaltay bhujtay;

Yeh iraaday

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee?

Aasmaan;
Par hai ikk nishaan;
Kehkashaan kee goad mein say chinn kay bikhjray;

Tootay taarey

Kiya Tum Ho Wohee?

Reservoir of the Uncanny

It is that time of the year again where I take my band Dye Corduroy out for a walk on the surface. Comfortable perched in the the Atlantis of indie-rock, it remains the secret that I rarely share. However, with only 589 odd songs left to record & time turning turtle, I am tempted again to throw the brilliance on to your satellite.

The Reservoir of Dye Corduroy songs - (this will be regularly updated as there are only 60 odd mp3s left to be uploaded)

http://dyecorduroy.4shared.com

www.myspace.com/dyecorduroy

Also join the group Dye Corduroy on facebook.

Incessant Catching Up

*Pets Blog*

I've been away. From the blog. Not from the place or state I am in. What all happened? I ran over a squirrel, the country plunged into further political bastardization amidst a tiny ray of hope, we endured a tosser-kid at a wedding, I wrote more brilliant songs, Sab Jhoot Hai - the urdu-rocker cracks into emails tomorrow, Kathleen Edwards, Glen Hasnard & REM on the soundwaves.

And of course... I got into Battlestar Galactica. Frakkin' awesome.

So more sounds & ephemeral views soon.


Very soon.

Dye Corduroy - At Your Meridian - The Video

self made, self taught, self thought, self selved, self served

post-traumatic/rebuilding

With bonds that were bound in felicity, to travels that were spun in gold sunsets & crystalline gossamers of delight. To the sound of the world exploding. Til' the last beat of the last savior. This is the part where you rebuild... with no motives & and no inspiration. This is the stone on which you bleed your strokes of genius to no avail and to no premise. Ambling. Waving. Wavering. Vanishing.

The democratic war-horse is now inside the veins of the vain. The militant pig is on the loose.