deep thoughtz 014: prelude to the music, sounds from elyswhere + Vaya - At The Drive-In

BOO yakasha gremlins, this that Chiang Mai Elvis comin at cha with a million thoughts per minute on the inclination of a single el es dee tabulet that has turned my brain into a concert permanently stuck in the grand ol year of our lord and savior 1994 where Meantime by Helmet is being played on ten different records with ten different starting points and ten different tempos so yall can really appreciate the *adjusts glasses* jazz influence on the record and its sphere of sway on the greater NYC hardcore punk scene. 

(By the way, one of the absolute funnest albums to play on guitar if you have the time. Just drop that heavy e to a heavier D, capital D! not nonna that lower case d that's a whole nother story... Turn the record from the beginning and bam you pretty much know the whole album by just banging out a few chords here and there and addin' in a free improv scaleless, modular guitar solo that highly embellishes on a few blue scales here and there, and BAM yer a rockstar. I can see you now, and rest assured I am very proud of ya, very proud indeed).

On today's platter of ideas however I've pulled out one of my old CDs, one well worn and thrifted through many hands before ending in my collection, it's called Vaya and that's Spanish for voy al baño and it's been brought to you by your favorite Guitar Hero World Tour sponsors At The Drive-In. Can't wait to tell y'all about it but ppl u know we got a bit to digest before we're ready to start listening to some crazy ass shit cuz that stuff'll take you back and forward and sideways in time if you listen to it all at once! Ladies and gentlemen please put on some astral seatbelts before you listen to this project!

I have more in common with this decaying boombox than my own genepool

Currently however it is the year of 2021, on the mornin of the second day of the second month, which means we are all gathered round the hearth of our Internet service providers for another monologue of my deep, and I do mean deep fellas, deep deep thoughtz into whatever it is my brain trails me off into this time. Usually it concerns relics of the musical variety created by sweaty rockists gathered in venues but occassionally our thoughts shall take us to realms of elsewhere. Speaking of elsewhere I'd like to give props to a sir Edmund Spenser for creating one dear work of poetry that is very dear to my heart, he Christened it The Faerie Queene. 

Not the name I woulda picked personally! Not that there's anything wrong with that necessarily, but in a story fulla knights doin honorable deeds (and then housing some less than honorable thoughts regarding the fair maidens of the land) and dragons straight up destroying villages and castles and wizards and witches turnin into other characters in the story and sayin that they're them and tricking all the characters (and audience) man I woulda focused on some other part of the story for my title than ol Queen Elizabeth stanky ass but I'm sure all of you are aware Protestant Christianity was never my field of study. Regardless, dear readers, I highly recommend all of you take it upon your blessed days to take up the quest of reading grand ol 1100 page piece of poetry from 500 years prior, if not for the bragging rights then simply for the knights and dragons and maidens! How could you not read that shit right there?!?!

"Every day I wake up in a gallon of sweat

Puke blood, hit the shower, turn to Malibu Ken"

Ahem, excuse me...

With that out of the way and the lumps along my medulla oblongata smoothed down to sandpaper, I'll give yall what yer really here for and introduce Vaya by At The Drive-In. A wonderful precursor to the frequency ass bandit heights of their second album Relationship of Command, this E.P. right here straight slaughters bruh. A nice little chunk of Texan sci-fi postcore with glistening pop production, perfect music to scream out the window of your car while blazing down neighborhoods looking for lost dogs (and yes I do indeed speak from personal experience this time). Of note are the p-funk synth lines on Metronome Arthritis, the beautiful harmonics on the bridge of Ursa Minor, and the straight slammin funk of 300 mhz, all essential ATID tracks and ones that I'd force my homies to listen to during an awkward smoke sesh any day of the week. Bump it, grind it, share it, people u know what to do!

Yes indeed folks, we have grand new music in store for you this year. Music that comes generously off of the waves of the Internet and from f*l*sh*r*ng networks everywhere (not that we'd feel guilty skimming pennies off the stacks of hundred dollar bills taking a gasoline bath anyway!), and stories for miles and from many roads. All I, the ever glorious $$Chiang_Mai_Elvis$$, can promise you readers is that the thoughtz will keep appearing in my peripherals and occasionally, say the second day of the months of the Julian calender, I can ascribe these thoughts to a pen-and-paper format which my highly trained orangutans type into their respective laptops. 

For all the public to see, Chiang Mai Elvis re-education camps are fair institutions indeed!

But I digress dear readers, viewers, yadayada, enjoy your day and company and maybe bump some music I recommended here on my blog. Maybe not though, might not be your thing. That's fair, a whole lotta stuff going on with that right there and there's a whole lotta sounds that deserve your undivided attention in this world other than the ones I'd share. Still, pop a tab and you c things make sense my way. This way, it's better this way... That's right, down this lil rabbit hole here... 

What if forensics finds the answers?
What if they stole my fingerprints?
Where did I leave my book of matches?
We'll find you.