etta james’ funeral today in los angeles, rip to one of the greatest vessels of sound to ever live. i just read a quality obit on etta james, click here to read it. got me thinking of sound, and of cali. etta’s sunday kind of love, ella’s midnight sun, pankaj udas’ deewaron ko milkar rona, incubus’ aqueous transmission, and foster the people’s pumped up kicks, are all on high rotation in my home. pumped up kicks is just right, hip bouncing, high hoping, sparkle clear yet pleasantly blurry, cali style right. this morning i went out to coney to face up to the sun. and in between chapters of my studying, i’m gazing out over the glaze of light on the ocean, just thinking about songs, and sound. finite sounds, finite scales, infinite songs within these bounds. these days i’m shaking the sonic kaliedescope, sounding out the prism of my feelings, and glimpsing, like a fin cresting, through a lens full of color, the songs that come out of me. thankful for the time to play. here’s some of my high rotation these days. enjoy.
on sound: oh etta & pumped up kicks