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So, this morning, this, this thing , this sound, this song spilled out of my crappy car speakers (KCRW) and I immediately had to pull over into yet another nameless stripmall to just -- stop and listen to this one song. I got no videos, no lyrics, nothing but this link to the song "Falling Apart," by Emile Haynie. You're welcome.

Current ear candy I just cannot get enough of. The low-tech KCRW video sort-of makes up for giving up my ticket to the Beck concert last weekend. Inside Out Spoon Time's gone inside out Time gets distorted with This intense gravity I don't got time for holy rollers But then they wash my feet And I won't be their soldier There's intense gravity Yeah, there's intense gravity I'm just your satellite I'm just your satellite Ooh, and I know that time's gone inside out And now it's only like we told you Hm, oh then they wash my feet They do not make me complete Break out a character for me Time keeps on going when We got nothing else to give We got nothing else to give Ooh, 'cause our time's gone inside out I don't make time for holy rollers Hm, there's only you I need They do not make me complete

LCD Soundsystem "Home" from FUNWUNCE on Vimeo . Tonight I jump in the car to pick up my kid from a play date. I flip on KCRW to catch what turned out to be the final song in Travis's dj set: "Home" by lcd soundsystem. HOME Home Home Home Home Home Home Take me home Just do it right Make it perfect and real Because it's everything No everything was never the deal So grab your things and stumble into the night So we can shut the door Oh, shut the door on terrible times Yeah, do it right And head again into space So you can carry on And carry on, and fall all over the place This is the trick, forget a terrible year That we can break the laws Until it gets weird And this is what you waited for But under lights, we're all unsure So tell me What would make you feel better? As night has such a local ring And love and rock are pick-up things And you know it Yeah, you know it Yeah, you know Take Forget your past

I heard these two amazing songs while driving up to Los Angeles today on KCRW.  Naturally I had write down the song names immediately to research as soon as I got home. Click here to hear: Laura Marling – “Sophia” __________________________________ I couldn't find a video of Motopony performing their song, but I did find a Stream Check Out: “Wait for Me" by   Motopony Heard both songs for the first time on  Morning Becomes Eclectic. Driving alone up the 405 while listening to these songs back to back gave me the kind of musical 1-2 punch I only experience every rare now and then.   I got the kind of shivers reserved for when something very new touches some place very old in my emotions out of a seemingly random universe.    Listen, yourself.  Hope you can find a good video for either of them.  I couldn't.

Found a few new musical tunes to obsess about thanks to both Nerve.com and   KCRW's   MORNING BECOMES ECLECTIC . This first is  called  "Bird 1"  from the group Underground,  and there's even a cool video. My second ear candy offering is "Do It Again," from the band Holy Ghost.   If you're a LCD Soundsystem or a !!! fan, then you may like them. I don't know if I like this kind of music better on a Friday than on other days, but it sure is the kind of music I like to drive to. Or, perhaps I'm just looking for new sounds to help ease the pain of our losing LCD Soundsystem forever once they plow through their last, final, tragic set in NYC next month.  (Sniff, sniff!) I don't know about you, but I actually hate Fridays if there isn't something fun to listen to while approaching those two wide-open days looming ahead. But, these keep me moving forward. Happy Friday.

This is LA.   And that means, if you are like me, that when not listening one's own cds, you are probably tuned into 89.9, KCRW.    And so, it was today, at 1:37 P.M. that I flipped on the radio and was spellbound by one particular song courtesy of Tom  Schnabel on KCRW. It's a song called " Tapatam," from a documentary called The Laya Project ,  about the lives and music culture of coastal and surrounding communities in the 2004 tsunami-affected regions of Sri Lanka, Thailand, Indonesia, Maldives, Myanmar and India. But, back to the sounds I heard today.    It wasn't just the sounds, it was the rhythm.    It was about moving forward. It spilled over me and through me and drove home my lesson for the day, a particular lesson I am so very desperately trying to accept and ride on, like a surfer, or a fighter pilot, or a child learning to ride a bike for the very first time:  The lesson is;  we are always in motion.  And all motion has a rhythm,

Okay, so I know I haven't been into my usual blogging mojo lately, which has been bothering me too, but, hey, life is messy and the reality is, you just can't blog all the time. Some people do. They call it Twitter. (No offense to the Wil Wheatons of the universe, you know we love you.) but, anyway -- C'est pas Moi tous les temp. (Translated that means, "I get lazy, too.") Anyway, while driving around yesterday listening to KCRW I happened upon a live broadcast with a new band called Minus The Bear . Yeah, so? Well, right, "so." Sometimes, as much as I adore KCRW, those late morning live sessions can occasionally get pretty, pretty monochromatic...and become a great time to fill up the gas tank, but, then they played " My Time " from their new album, "Omni" and, let's just say -- something about it grabbed me. They were also a great live interview, too. Which, believe me isn't always the case. They're co

Driving home tonight. It's around 6 pm Saturday night, and the sun is in my eyes, cars bumper to bumper. I wondering if I applied enough sunblock to make it through this traffic jam, tonight , our dinner groceries melting in the trunk. So, I flip on KCRW (89.9) to hear THE WEIRDEST SONG, EVER. Then, another. Then, another. ( Clearly, I did not inherit the "rock music critic" gene.) And that was all part of the intro of what was, apparently, an entire show devoted to Sun Ra. Get home. Tell Pete, "Hey, I heard the strangest thing on KCRW, tonight. It really surprised me, because it wasn't like the other stuff you usually hear this early in the day. It wasn't even midnight, or anything. It was more like bizarre college radio." I'm unloading groceries and trying to explain who the announcer was and how trippy the sounds were -- and Pete interrupts me. "Wait, this is Henry Rollins? He's doing a whole show