Remembering Music.


Yesterday I was wandering home post Rifflandia 3 party at Phillips Brewery when I fired up "Carried to Dust" by Calexico.

Lately Calexico has been my go to choice for making me feel better. I think it has something to do with the horns and whole border sound. By border sound I mean an Mexican/American influence to the music. Tex-Mex if you will.

As I walked up the country road back to my place I spent some time remembering how I felt when eeing them play last year at Sasquatch. I was taken back at how great they were. I knew they were good (I had listened to a cd or two before hand) but this was way better than I expected.

I'm sure it has something to do with the venue who can argue with the Gorge as a backdrop, but I think it also had to do with how I was feeling at the time. It is hard to take yourself out of how you are feeling sometimes and I find music is usually how I escape.

I think that is why I made some lasting bonds with the music I heard last year at Sasquatch because of it. Calexico, John Vanderslice, The Avett Brothers, and rekindling my love with Jane's Addiction have all slipped into my high rotation. All I have to do is listen to them and I feel better.

I forgot why I started writing this post but I'm okay with that.

Less than a month.