Rollingchild
“Feeling” b/w “Wear It On Your Sleeve”
scums stats: lathe-cut limited edition of 25 copies
Just arrived in the mail today, straight from the artist himself and I am stoked.
“Feeling” has been stuck in my head for quite some time. Months. Sounding so familiar, so true, as if it has always just been there.
The string section arrangement, whether that’s real instruments or keyboard midi or what…it’s so beautifully evocative. Quite reminiscent of the work Jean-Claude Vannier did for Serge Gainsbourg. Lush and NOT in the same way as that fancy soap store at the mall.
“Feeling” is also the impetus of a new playlist I’ve been compiling titled “Songs to Use If I Ever Have to Make a Movie” so yes, I feel like it has cinematic sweeps to it. Dramatically. The kind of sounds that will really convey…feeling. As if there’s something special going on here, that I can’t exactly put my finger on as to WHY it is so, but is is so very…so.
Apparently these lathe-cuts were only sold at a show a few months back here in Nashville and life prevented me from showing up. Recent connecting with Rollingchild (his mom knows him as Michael Bostinto) had him dig up a spare copy for me. I’m lucky. This shit isn’t even on Discogs (I’ll fix that shortly).
Also included in that package is an LP copy of his new album, “Post Party Depression” which I already bought a copy of, so I pass the savings on to you.
Post a comment below, just make it something interesting. WITH FEELING. The best comment by January 17th, as determined solely by me, will get this still-sealed slab of wax mailed directly to the address of their choosing.
WITH FEELING, eh. Last month my kid’s band, Sam The Astronaut got the mixes back for the first five songs of album two. We sat down together and listened to them and there was one song, Midnight Car Light in that first batch that is just so spot on. It’s a simple gospel song gone awry. Layered with some 80’s synth, it takes a wild turn with a scream solo before moving onto a much more traditional gospel outro. Sitting down with my son and taking the song in was monumental. The music, the sharing moment with my son, the flashback of the journey he’s made in life from neurosurgery at 7 months, to a flat lining incident at 11 to him finding his path in life and then this song. FEELINGS it was. I am very fortunate as a parent to be able to share with my son so many great and intimate times. Hearing this song, I can hear so much of him in it, so much hard work and the final output is beyond surreal. He is aiming for the stars with the album and hopes to be nominated (pretty realistic) for a Juno, Canada’s version of a Grammy for this song and it’s production and engineering. I will be proud as can be when the album finally drops, first single in February but nothing will compare to sitting with him in a “Look Dad, this is what I made.” moment. I hope every parent gets these kind of moments and FEELINGS.
Ugh hit send. …of the passing of Bill Wisener. If you don’t know who he is, you should. He owned Bill’s Records in Dallas. You would be hard pressed to find someone who loved vinyl and his customers more. I’m pretty sure he owned over 60,000 records and could probably tell you about every one. He never priced a thing, so you were making a gamble for what you paid (this was before Discogs). He was key to my analog youth. Huge loss for the record community. As a side note—Tarantino was on Fallon last week and said he creates movies based on the songs he is listening to on vinyl at the time. You may have a new career in store, Ben.
It takes a brave man to put a call out for feelings. I was feeling pretty hyped as I attended an acoustic show in a record store (as one does) and got the news
That is a gorgeous track – I can definitely see it being recorded on a velvet-draped soundstage where everyone is wearing suits, even though there’s not a camera to be seen… I envy the person that gets to hear it without digital compression.
Also, I’ve seen Weird Al twice – in the early 90s (not my first show, but it was my date’s) and then again just last year.
I feel as though too many changes are happening to me as I get older. It used to be all that shit is going to hit the window when you go through puberty…….Did that really happen? It doesn’t seem to have been a big deal. Now as I am climbing and nothing seems to be able to change the inevitable, I find myself continuing down a path where there seems to be nothing but a bitter end. I cannot change this outcome, but watching the seconds tick by without any meaning to it leaves one in a simple state. There are many things in my life that I love, heck there may even be some people that may love me. If somehow these things were to no longer be a part of my life would I feel the same? One will never know, its because you have these things……you will never let go……it may be all you have left………..this will be the end……………………my only friend.
There’s a gorilla in my room. just because his favorite food is tender bamboo shoots and fruits and leaves that doesn’t mean I can ignore him. His weight is five times mine. His elbow is the size of my thigh. His wrist the size of my neck. His eyes blink at me and I see light in them when he looks away.
I don’t get why favoritism plays a role at my job more than actual performance. In the past I could sift through it all to find a grain of meaningfulness but it’s becoming difficult to not be cynical in an environment that doesn’t support passion.
My first concert was Hot Chocolate at the Usher Hall in Edinburgh in around 1979. I was 9 or 10 at the time. My son trumps that though. I took him to see The Raconteurs at Malkin Bowl in Vancouver for his first concert. He was about the same age and he’s been hooked ever since.
I have been in a rough place recently and I was feeling numb. No desire to be happy and there was anger seething in every word I spoke or thought. But, playing White Blood Cells on vinyl, volume at the maximum, filled me with nostalgia and happiness and the numbness went away. Music is do powerful and Jack White’s voice helped break me out of this funk. Things are still hard but no longer insurmountable.
Every time I listen to the album Consolers Of The Lonely, I feel as if god is entering my brain.