“Sing a simple song, you can’t go wrong” // Some slow and mellow songs for these not so mellow times . . .
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M. Ward’s sprawling and reflective tenth studio album, Migration Stories, bears its influence with mid-19th century migration folklore and Pax Americana folk, sung to the rustic hum of heavy guitar strings and vintage Americana. We caught up with Ward amidst our own cross-coastal quarantines to talk Migration Stories, bloodlines, the magic of first-takes, recurring earthquake dreams, and the insanity of modern times . . .
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New York’s Ben Hozie has become best known in recent years as the singer/guitarist of BODEGA, a band fusing darkly hilarious critiques of online culture and late-stage capitalism with an equally sharp post-punk urgency. It may be less common knowledge that he has carried on a parallel practice as a filmmaker with Pretorius Pictures . . .
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Haley Fohr is feeling the collapse. “I have this character I’ve created that has yet to get out of the internet,” she observes glumly from her quarantined apartment in Chicago. “She’s stuck inside of the internet.” She’s referring to Jackie Lynn, her country-glam outlaw alter ego. Keeping a hyper-femme, truck driving drug kingpin like Jackie Lynn locked behind a screen is like storing an exotic animal in a dank basement: its unbounded soul decays with each passing day void of any primeval thrill. “But we’re going forward with the campaign,” she continues. “We’re . . .
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Weird times, strange signals. Worldwide online audio balm. 24/7 pirate radio.
For heads, by heads. Alone together, floating in the ether. Radio Free AD is the culmination of 15 years of gathering and contextualizing sounds from around the globe. Expect: a continuous stream of AD selects—including loads of rare recordings not available via streaming services—specialty shows from close confidants and comrades / label highlights / artist spotlights / global guest DJ digs / interviews / listener requests & beyond . . .
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Global pandemic. Game show host leader of the free world. Massive unemployment. That Tiger King show. Lots to be confused about in March 2020 ... but not this!! The return of Superwolf -- the collaboration of Bonnie 'Prince' Billy and Matt Sweeney . . .
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For the last decade, William Tyler's widescreen guitar epics have told wordless stories, about forgotten histories, American myths, backroads, and mystic visions. On this episode of Transmissions he discusses traveling to Nashville as the pandemic spread and the art he's been enjoying while hunkered down . . .
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The first half of this smokin' mid-60s radio broadcast features the Wynton Kelly Trio breezing through some bop standards. Not particularly adventurous or boundary-breaking stuff, but that’s no diss – these guys could swing like no one else . . .
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A lot of friends have been reaching out for healing music. Here are some things that have felt like taking a deep breath over the past few weeks. Much love to everyone . . .
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Underneath the bunker, transmitting from northeast Los Angeles. SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35. 7pm California time, Wednesdays.
34.1090° N, 118.2334° W . . .
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Just in time for worldwide isolation, Drag City have reissued the staggering first two albums of the truly psychedelic folk outfit Espers. Alongside a handful of guests, the Philadelphia trio of Greg Weeks, Brooke Sietinsons, and AD-favorite Meg Baird delivered one of the great debuts of The Golden Apples Of The Sun-era—a spritely and melancholic concoction poured from the outermost edges of the folk and classical traditions . . .
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"Wichita Lineman" finds the Dick Slessig Combo harnessing the song's original melodic components and locking in. Mark Lightcap's guitar drifts and melts away, evoking Isaac Hayes' super-spaced soul or Duane Eddy conjuring up celestial waves crashing on a cosmic beach; the rhythm section of Steve Goodfriend and Carl Bronson mind meld; occasionally an organ flutters. The song becomes a mantra . . .
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“Some for The Makossa Man,” a celebration and glance at the world of afrobeat giant, Manu Dibango: a trailblazer whose music laid the groundwork for what would become disco and hip-hop. He passed away today from COVID-19. Rest in peace, Makossa Man . . .
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For his debut Lagniappe Session, Ward decided to dig deep into the historical archives to rework some classic standards—one jazz, one classical—using some heavy guitar strings and the rustic hum of vintage Americana . . .
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For years if you lived in Nashville you were lucky to have the soothing sounds of WAMB 1160 AM, playing glorious easy listening music from the past. But what was truly special about WAMB was their late night programming, from roughly 12 am to 5 am, dubbed 'beautiful music in the night.' During this time frame the station would play blocks of old reel to reel mix tapes assembled by the late Nashville radio personality Ken Bramming . . .
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