I’m a basement brimming with nothing great. Au contraire Miss Crutchfield. There is plenty of greatness on Ivy Tripp. And most of it comes from the lo-fi “basement tapes” style production that eschews bells & whistles for honest, simple songwriting. When something sounds both this present and timeless — well that’s basically greatness in a nutshell innit?
Nothing ventured, nothing earned. Nothing ventured, nothing learned. It’s my birthday today. Hopefully the Next Time Around, I can honestly say I lived this sage advice from this Fabrizio Moretti (drummer for the Strokes) sideproject with Bikini Shapiro and Los Hermanos Rodrigo Amarante.
#infiniteplaylist day 832
I’m not proud of most of the things I’ve done but it’s okay / kind of pathetic not that poetic basically sums up my entire existence in under the length of a tweet. This song is short and deceptively simple but it’s so catchy and not leaving my rotation anytime soon.
The chemicals in my blood / are all that are keeping me up may be just about the most resonant lyric I’ve heard in a long time. It doesn’t sound like Best Friends are in a rut — just the opposite actually (pretty grooving) — but sometimes the only thing keeping us moving forward is momentum (and great music like this).