Dance Gavin Dance – Disaesthetic

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After 12 hours of delay, $60 in Uber rides, and whole day of wasted vacation I made it to Ithaca.

We spent Sunday hanging out at home with quick into town for breakfast and warmer coat for me to sport while I’m here. The drastic difference in weather bewilders me. It’s been snowing all day, yet it’s bearable conditions for the community.

The cold immediately whips your face when you step outside. My nose felt like it was cracking Saturday night waiting for my ride to fetch me. Thankfully I’m here and enjoying my vacation far, far, away from work with my girlfriend. Last night was nice just hanging out playing Pokémon while she finished some work.

She goes to class during the day which allows me time, and no excuses, to scrub down my to-do list. Hanging out on a university campus and atmosphere influences some working honesty.

At home I get distracted so easily. I find ways to waste a whole day doing nothing I’m proud of. I’ll have time for productivity and fun this week.

Comfort at Home

My goal is to feel ready to go back to work and face the rest of the year by the time Friday morning rolls around. I need to set some short term goals for the next few months along with some longer term, perhaps, life goals.

I met with a team lead from a department I’m interested in working last week. We had a really nice conversation and hit it off really well. I keep find I’m kindred spirits with each person I met from the group. The phrase came up again with her, unsolicited too.

It seems like a fit but how do I break through the barrier?

The key is to not get ahead of myself and start imagining working there full-time. First just get some exposure, if possible. Shadow over there first. Make sure it’s something I want to do while at the same time making a contingency plan with my supervisor.

My primary goal this year is to advance beyond my current position and department.

Ideally I can get on this urgently, fresh from vacation, when I return home. Finally I feel a bit of clarity in wake of floundering through a gloomy fog.

There’s a long list of albums I’ve started to eat through while typing my hopes and dream away.

Gave Artificial Selection another chance before going to Swanfest next month. It’s much better than I remember. I got burnt out on Dance Gavin Dance after I went on a 6 month bender with them. Collected 3 LPs and saw them twice in that time.

This version of the band found its best formula on Mothership stepping up tablature heat index on this outing.

Saying it’s more of the same is a bit dismissive, yet it’s no different from when I roll down to my taco shop and order the same shit every time. Carne Asada fries always taste great and never surprise me with declining flavor.

I’d have to ask for something new, and unknown, for a fresh experience, which I won’t ask of them or DGD.

Similarly Parquet Courts developed a popular sound receiving more publicity with Wide Awake! They’ve released 6 albums yet I only found them last year. Originally from New York City, their taste for 70’s art rock isn’t all too surprising except for the briefness in which it’s done.

Call it post-punk, garage rock, whatever, they’ve dialed into an easily understood rock sound which elicits movement. The guitar distortion sounds purposely lofi for an artsy aesthetic but serves to energize, not overwhelm, the funky rhythms.

While it’s definitely a hipster’s delight, I don’t see myself listening to Wide Awake! again; however, I find the funk and art rock arrangements vibe with my city lifestyle. It’s a soundtrack for city folk like me.

On my way over to Ithaca I rolled through Crystal Lake’s Helix and Czarface Meets Ghostface while playing Pokémon. I’m debating reviewing Helix or taking another approach in blogging my thoughts.

People don’t generally read album reviews anymore so how do you engage people to both hear the subject and find substance in your words? Perhaps this requires help from Jake and Andrew. Thoughts for another day.

I really enjoyed bobbing along Czarface’s album almost completing a second run on the plane. So fucking tired of the saturation of trap beats and mumble rap. Far more repetitive, and tiresome, sound motifs reoccur in trap than in metalcore. Fight me.

Again, another day for that. Remembering I’m actually on vacation I need to enjoy myself everyday, not just work. There’s enough time for both.

Best Albums I Didn’t Notice Last Year

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Every year I put together a seemly irrefutable list of my top 10 albums. Last year wasn’t too different. I wouldn’t change my top 2. The Hotelier and Fit for a King will always represent the ying and yang of 2016. Looking back I would definitely amend some of my other choices with albums I found this year. I always miss an album or two each year but I overlooked several great ones in 2016, some of which would make my top 10 now.

It’s common to dismiss or ignore albums during their release and only later acknowledge their greatness. Pinkerton was labeled one of the greatest flops. Decades later it’s one of their most influence records. It took the world twenty years to figure out Meshuggah become the most influence metal band at the turn of the 21st century. Sometimes it takes us years to catch-up with genius ahead of its time. Took me a year discover the following gems.

I happened to stubble upon Totorro through Xavier, a nice fellow who liked the band I was in. He snapchats whatever he’s vibing to. I caught a melody of “Chevalier Bulltoe” and I’ve been hooked since. Come to Mexico wouldn’t have made my top 10 last year however they deserved recognition then and now. I’ve read comparisons to Chon and Dredg on Bandcamp but they remind me of a happier Penpal. Obviously instrumental bands have higher musical proficiency, but Totorro’s ability to layer multiple sounds, without feeling cramped or overwhelmed, distinguishes them.

Architect’s All Our Gods Have Abandoned Us stayed in my gym playlist all year round. Certainly a better album than the bottom tier of from last year’s top 10. “A Match Made in Heaven” has remain in my rotation since I’ve heard it. The last minute’s airy and open breakdown pushes me through the wall during my cardio workout. Through each song the guitar tone carries such incredible weight without losing any clarity through muddying down-tuning. “Downfall” and “Nihilist” exhibit these hues best.

I’m fascinated by how much they’ve already accomplished yet only now have they connected with me. Forming in 2004, they have six other studio albums, none of which I could say anything notable about. The death of lead guitarist, founding member, Tom Searle last summer pushed out every emotion, every ounce of will the band had in the studio. The result bares their best and most meaningful work to date.

I’m pretty fortunate to have opened on a bill headlined by Fallujah a few years ago. Probably a hundred people or less showed up but I remember my excitement playing with a unique band who had just put out The Flesh Prevails. There wasn’t anything quite like it. Coming from the bay area during a metal renascence explains their unique concoction of spacey lucid sounds detailing their extremely nerdy brand of death metal. On Dreamless Fallujah perpetuate these glorious elements to new heights.

The solo on “The Void Alone” sounds like traveling through space discovering the new frontier, three trillion light years away. Andrew Baird’s drumming on “Scar Queen” leads every direction and motion of the track. It’s one of the most impressive performances I’ve heard in years. Honestly reminds me of Brandon Trahan’s brilliance on “Orphans” in 2010. The usual suspects of course throw in their generic criticism of “do something new” but if more of the same means more excellence, I’m in.

As years go by, trends in “The Scene” oscillate, existence of bands fleeting, but Dance Gavin Dance stay rock solid. A decade later on their seventh album they’re arguably better now than ever. It’s also the most stable line-up going on three albums now. Since parting ways with Kurt Travis in 2010 I stopped paying attention. Thanks to some friends Mothership pulled me back into the fold. Tilian Pearson appears fully integrated after two studio albums. Instant Gratification resembles some of DGD’s raw past with cohesion where Acceptance Speech seemed disjointed in comparison.

Every recording and writing element came together on Mothership. Never a better produced DGD album with seemless unison between each song. There’s a boogie groove I haven’t felt from them since Happiness during the “Inspire The Liars” bridge which funks like a get down club. My favorite “Betrayed by The Game” soars vocally and sonically through Will Swan. The main hook flutters beautifully along with Pearson’s memorable callback lyrics. Seeing them in March further imbued me to these songs. Next month I will see them perform Mothership in it’s entirety. I’d put it within or at least very close to my top 5 last year.

How I missed Pinegrove in general is beyond me. I owe all my gratitude to my Bro Gang brother Jake. He showed me Cardinal on the way to meet up with fellow Bro Gang lifer Greg. At first I didn’t think much of them until an epiphanous moment hearing “Cadmium” in my car. I felt their volition and jubilee. There’s something very comfortable about their sound and Evan Stephens Hall’s twangy vocals. Obviously that description could dismay some after this past week’s comments from Hall; however, I’m going to let whatever happens with his situation play out. I don’t feel any different about their music.

Seeing them perform plenty of Cardinal material reinforced my affection for the album. Experiencing “Size of The Moon” live had a profound effect on me. It reminded me of all these silly arguments I’ve had with people. You lose time and occasional bonds over stupid pointless shit that should have never mattered. I’ve become somewhat afraid of meeting new people from fear ranging from embarrassment to loss. Maybe I’ve lost some passion, maybe I’m afraid to lose more, but this coming year I’m looking to get outside my comfort level more. I’m tired of the seclusion over the past 2 years. I want to meet someone. Have those experiences again. Share time with someone, not just myself.

Look forward to my most disappointing albums of 2017 next week. New lists every Friday until December 29th.

Just Thought I’d Call

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Friday night I saw Dance Gavin Dance with Amelia and her friends. They’re my friends too. I’m awkward or quiet around them still but I shouldn’t be. They’re super nice to me, and clearly like me. I like them a lot too.

Amelia is going to be my new roommate next week. I’m moving down to North Park, finally. I should have written that here a long time ago but it’s finally happening. Gotta be careful with my bills but I’m doing it.

Going to the show was a bit of a preview. I got to North Park after work, parked at my usual spot, and got City Taco before the show. It felt natural.

Posted up inside The Observatory and met with the squad. DGD played before Chon and definitely showed how their live aptitude. The group of us collectively came to hear tracks off Mothership. They certainly delivered on that.

I was especially happy to sing along with “Betrayed by The Game” followed by an old gem “Me and Zoloft Get Along Just Fine” at the height of the set.

Initially the plan was to see Chon as well but we were all satisfied with DGD and dipped out. It’s not everyday I get to share a meal with anyone anymore. Sitting down with them was an absolute treat. I enjoy just listening if anything.

Caroline and Tristan I gotta say are someone of the nicest people I’ve met in this new stage of my life. They’ve opened their home and friendship to me. It’s so unusual when it happens I’ve almost forgotten how to show I’m even appreciative of that.

They’ll always be more of Amelia’s friends but I really like them. I’m looking forward to seeing them more frequently since Melia will live together.

Strangely I was texting a mutual friend of everyone mentioned, whom I’m attracted to. I think Caroline saw I was texting her at the show. She was looking, I looked up, and she saw smiled but I pretended like it was nothing. Showed no emotion.

Part of me didn’t want anyone to know but at the same time I kind liked that she did. Maybe she told the others. It’s an odd conundrum. Thom York said something similar in an interview or article I read once. Wish I had the source but take my word.

Thom was talking about not wanting to share his personal life or stories but in a way he still shares introspective thoughts and feelings. This partly explains Radiohead’s massive success. They’re clever but not giving away the farm in their music but perhaps provide enough to keep you guessing or at least listening.

Speaking of which, OK Computer came out 20 years ago. “Karma Police” and “Let Down” come to mind right away now that we’re on the subject.

Also on point, a woman I’ve known and had thing with before my ex is actually visiting me this month. I daydream about it a lot now that date approaches. I’m a little nervous but as it gets closer the anticipation…

I feel like all these thoughts can’t escape and they’re going to all explode on her at once. Like I know what I want to do when we’re finally alone and the pleasantries are over. How fast is too fast when I close my bedroom door? I know she told me what she wants I just don’t know how much to reserve or if I should just let it all go.

I’m excited, not scared anymore. The confidence I have now. The fearlessness I feel more and more to pursue what I want. I want her. I want the mutual friend too. I want to try it all.

When I work out I feel my strength increase. The physical improvements become more obvious. I know what I can become and what I am. I want to take my control of my body, my career, my money, my lifestyle, who I want to be with.

I don’t want to control another person. I just want control of everything else I can dominate in order to have freedom, leisure, and peace with a woman I could fall in love with.