May 10th, 2008
Rated Ox For May 10
What I learned this week: being sick while maintaining a blog stinks.
It’s incredible how a couple of days with a really bad fever can totally throw you out of any and all loops you have going. People always talk about “the” loop, but I’m of the opinion that there are many loops, loops for all sorts of different realities. Some are easier to jump back into than others. Some are more forgiving than others. Some you just hate more than others.
Just a thought. I may still be delirious from fever, so I’ll just move along and sound off the list of my five favourite songs I wrote about in the past week, in order of appearance:
May 9th, 2008
Bart Davenport
I am an absolute sucker for lemon pie. I love lemon pie. The combination of sweet and tart, plus the gelatinous texture of the yellow filling is unequivocal heaven to my palate. I could probably eat a whole pie in a single sitting. It’s probably the only food-type thing that I could ingest beyond the threshold of satiation. But the tragedy in this tale of love and adulation is an allergy to eggs which keeps me from eating the usual meringue topping which accompanies a proper lemon pie.
Yes, who would have thought that a light, fluffy, white condiment could be such an uncompromising wall of sorrow.
I do not feel so terrible now, however, not since I have the music of Bart Davenport in my life. Whatever tangy redolence I ached for seems to find some satisfaction in Davenport’s flowing melodies, and most particularly with a song like Miami Afternoon. Here we have your quintessential blissful soft-rock track, cut from the bedsheets of bossa nova and sewn together with the timelessness of analog, aligning effortlessly into a breezy, carefree, mellow flow of Sunday afternoon golden hits impact. A few warbling synths are thrown into the mixture to accentuate the spacey, dewy feel, but behold: the final third of the tune splendidly evolves into a bit of a psychedelic shuffle, supported by a suddenly very funky bass groove, which commands you to set your cold beverage down and be part of a warm moment of foot-flowing revelry.
Although, I have been known to dance for lemon pie before…
