Welcome to June my fellow folkies. As we creep ever closer toward the official start of summer (and hopefully sustained beautiful weather), we find more and more reasons to celebrate. And there’s no better way to let loose than with this infectious track from hometown (well, my hometown) heroes Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.
Built on hypnotic melodies and varied compositions that blend genres from folk to electronica, Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. have become a symbol of the creativity brimming in Detroit, much of which has remained under the radar. “If You Didn’t See Me” is a definitive example of what makes DEJJ such a compelling listen. It builds slowly, traversing a multitude of sounds pulling from all corners of the musicverse, then the chorus comes and the song kaleidoscopes into an impossible to resist dance tune. If it doesn’t make you move, there might not be hope for you.
“If You Didn’t See Me” comes from the bands latest release, Patterns EP, a tight four song collection of diverse tracks. The EP is available now, head to the band’s website to purchase. And don’t forget to like them on Facebook and follow them on Twitter.
Only two weeks into the SOTW feature and I’ve already missed a week. Oops. Here’s hoping (imagine me raising a glass) I can stay on track from now on.
This week’s song is one of my favorites from 2012. It comes from John Fullbright, a tried-and-true Oklahoman who went to school in the same town Woody Guthrie once called home, so some might say he was destined for country greatness. His debut record, From the Ground Up, was critically lauded and garnered the young singer/songwriter his first Grammy nomination (for Best Americana Album). “Moving,” harmonica-fueled track, is perfect for cruising with your windows down as the temperature gauge creeps ever north. And don’t worry ’bout gasoline, cause you’re moving. Continue reading
Starting a new feature here on MFH in this beautiful summer of 2013. Song of the Week! I’m the kind of person who falls in love with a song and obsesses over it. It may be the only song I listen to for a whole day, a whole week, sometimes even a whole month (okay, not quite that long but it’s come close). Continue reading
Annie Lynch is one of those talents that seems destined. She began her music career as I imagine many do, begging her parents for an instrument. In this case, a violin. Lynch had spent day after day hovering in the empty halls of her elementary school, following the wain and bellow of supermarket violins emanating from the gymnasium. Infatuated with the idea of joining the Cape Cod Little Fiddlers, Lynch begged her parents for a fiddle, a request they were happy to entertain. Violin led the aspiring musician to Joni Mitchell, who led Lynch to singing, which led to guitar, which led to Annie and the Beekeepers.
Thanks, mom and dad.
The band’s latest record, 2012′s My Bonneville, showed up on my desk a few weeks ago. As the host of a weekly radio show, about 30 CDs a week show up on my desk, and though I’m shy to admit it, judging a book (CD) by its cover (album art) certainly comes into play when dealing with numbers like that. I sift through piles of your classic country cover (a cowboy boot wearin’ five o’clock shadowed man leaning against a pick-up truck) until my eyes are ready to burst aflame. The sweetly innocent (almost childlike) illustration that adorns My Bonneville immediately caught my attention, and gave my eyes the respite they desperately coveted. Instead of immediately listening to the record, I decided to put it to the side, hoping that it’s charming cover art meant what I wanted it to mean, something worthwhile on the inside. I wanted to save it for the moment in which I’d listened to too many bad country or folk records in a row. I wanted the music to be a reprieve for my ears the way the cover was to my eyes. Continue reading