Caught Up

A couple of songs that have been absolutely ruling my life recently...

First Phosphorescent's gorgeousness (soul-candied ear-worm), then a Vampire Weekend song that feels like so much more, and finally, Kendrick doin' work on his own remix -- when you can casually destroy Jay-Z on another day in the office, I reckon you've got something going on.  Headphones, please.

Fool

Rhye has forged a new scape in my musicology -- now there are ways to be found high above treeline, or in the deep trees of another.  Most songs on Woman get so close, then promptly breathe on the spot they teased; it's beautiful and opaque and like reading body language two days later.  Now, exfoliated, in full swoon, and hoping that pining blooms new words for tracing fingers toward an untried, unknown cusp.

Yorke, mint.

The first time this happened, I watched with the lights off three times in a row...




Round two and there's still this sublime-Golem reconfiguration, but now it wants more and tries less; not to mention that the last minute gently holds a perfect handful of compositional gems (queue hand over ear, ear on hip sequence).

Best of all? Now, feel better about loosey-goosin' it in the kitchen by yourself.