Dear friends, It's been a while. There ain't no shame in my game. I was busy. I moved house. You can find me here starting tomorrow: http://www.softcommunication.n et Stop by. Love, D
I've been thinking... although Rolling Stone voted "Kid A" as the "album of the decade", I disagree even though I would probably vote Radiohead as the best band of the decade (considering their total contributions from 2000-2009: Kid A, Amnesiac, Hail to the Thief, and In Rainbows). But what is the best "song of the decade?" My vote... "Nude" from In Rainbows. I love singing along to this song... it's been a couple years now and I'm still not sick of it. Anyone else care to vote? [...]

You should go. Really. Love, D PS Yes, I am still on extended maternity leave from all bloggery but believe me, I am writing in my head and will return, for real this time, soon enough. Patience.

After the Jump is pleased to have had a hand in putting together Deli Magazine's Best of NYC Fest , taking place at various venues in New York from May 6th - May 10th. The fest is built around the Magazine's annual Best of NYC issue which features a ton of local bands that have played past After the Jump. The lineup for the event is pretty stacked, tickets are now on sale, and you guys should all seriously consider joining us there. Here's what's actually going on... Wednesday 05.06 (sponsored by BMI ) @ Southpaw [...]
As I pulled on black cowboy boots over shiny silver tights one recent morning, I mused (in somewhat of a detached way, hilariously, as though this ensemble had actually chosen itself) that this particular getup seemed like it was trying to inadvertently channel a Western version of Ziggy Stardust. Then I thought, oh wait, that concept is actually nothing new. It's not! It's true, fans! It's TRUE. The glammed-out Legendary Stardust Cowboy, a.k.a. Norman Carl Odam, already treaded those dusty tracks for us as far back as the '60s. His shriek-filled [...]
Dear friends,There are precious few people who can resist the lure of sex with an ex. Particularly during the cooling off period, while you're still correcting yourself to add that e and that x to the mention of their name. It just happens. Why oh why did you do that last night? You were bored, they were bored, and the churning morass of feelings, once all lovey-dovey, now gnarled and complex,
Dear friends,Saw this movie late one night when I was a teenager. It was made up of black & white stills, streaming along to the murmur of a placid narrator. The film was about a post-nuclear world, time travel, love but most importantly, memory and how powerful it can be. In this unique and beautiful sci-fi short, a single well-remembered moment has the capacity to alter lives. What is that
Dear friends,What I love about Otis Redding is his certainty. He's not ambivalent in any way. He announces his intentions easily and plainly. It's like he's standing in your doorway in his best new clothes, easy smile on his face, ready to take you out for a night on the town. Baby. Here I am, I am the man on your scene. The vocal runs in those opening lines sound like ripples of warm laughter.
Dear friends,The room is dry and dark and his eyes are shining like tiny, wet pebbles. They are about the same color. He's not feeling well. He's having a hard time breathing. When I try to help him, he bats my hands away. He doesn't want them anywhere near his face. He scowls.I can't think.I help him sit up. Some light is peeking through the shutters but it would be hard to tell the exact time
Dear friends,The room is dry and dark and his eyes are shining like tiny, wet pebbles. They are about the same color. He's not feeling well. He's having a hard time breathing. When I try to help him, he bats my hands away. He doesn't want them anywhere near his face. He scowls.I can't think.I help him sit up. Some light is peeking through the shutters but it would be hard to tell the exact time
Dear friends,This song is a cheesefest. I'm not going to tell you otherwise. I used to be obsessed with the video which features a dork with books, the lank-haired librarian he's crushing on, a chimp doing research, a man playing the synth with one finger whilst rocking massive shoulder pads and a Hasid suddenly busting out on the drums. There's just too much to admire. I mean, really.Heard
Dear friends,When it comes to music I think I, like Brad Pitt via Jennifer Aniston via Vanity Fair, am missing a sensitivity chip. Things that people find appalling in mixed company seem perfectly okay to me. It's just art, ya know? Turn up the volume, sing along, as long as children aren't in the room to ask you what things mean, what is the problem? Case in point, I was playing vehicle-DJ in a
Dear friends,No, I am not at SXSW. And yes, I've been busy. Have you missed me?Portishead's Glory Box is a sweet little mystery of a song, enthralling and puzzling. A witchy woman slinks around on the verses, drawling gutturally about being some kind of been there/done that vixen and then suddenly jumping up to declare, in a different voice entirely, that possibly YOU are her salvation. YOU might
Ugh. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed about Bearsuit relocating elsewhere. I'll keep you posted...
Dear friends, I've been busy, this you might know. Nevertheless, even I am making time to wash my hair, put on some clean spittle-free clothes and celebrating CMJ with the After The Jump crew and - wait for it... wait for it... - BEARSUIT. Yes and yes and yes! How fantastic is that? It's safe to say Soft Communication exists largely because of this band (object of desire for our very first music
Hello Friends, I have been listening to a lot of Misora Hibari and her covers lately. Not for anything, just because a sentimental connection to the past is the one thing driving me forward these days. The present, may I put none too politely, fucking blows. Hibari's songs did much the same for her country then as they do for me now. Born the same year as my dad (1937), understandably
The hiatus ends abruptly with a seriously stacked fuzz-pop extravaganza. More info to come. Obviously. 08.29.08, Neon Lights presents... the Pains of Being Pure at Heart: - "Kurt Cobain's Cardigan" My Teenage Stride: - "Theme From Teenage Suicide" the Capstan Shafts: - "61 Sideburns" the Beets: - "No Blood"