Space Cowboys
This song comes on like the end of the world. Falling stars and explosions in slow motion. The chopped-up ghosts of Stevie Nicks slice into a shimmering melody that crackles and oozes under a field of distortion, overlaid onto a stomping push-pull beat, until the final minute when the voices coalesce into, maybe, “I tell everybody, Is this the end? That’s what I meant.” Put it on repeat.
“Pass The Wine (Sophia Loren)” by The Stones
Just watched “Stones in Exile” and I’m obsessed with their St. Tropez period, when they fled England to avoid taxes and recorded “Exile on Main St” in Keith’s basement. Hanging on the beach with their acoustic guitars and their supermodel wives, driving sports cars and drinking wine, getting loaded and playing the dirtiest, funkiest, “we don’t give a fuck” blues music on through the French Riviera sunrise- it ain’t all peaches and cream being on the run but on this outtake it sounds like they kept their joie de vivre. ”Sometimes mistakes come back to haunt you and I don’t know if I’m gonna laugh or cry.”
“Girl of Independent Means” by The Honeybus
Another ray of sunshine from the beautiful people in the sixties. ’Cause I’m just a rocker at heart.
Bass drop, zero gravity. I think a lot of dubstep is kind of rapey. I just want something with a little menace that the ladies can bounce to, not the soundtrack to the next “Saw.”
I love this video.
(by Mark Weaver mrkwvr.com)
“Lordag Del 2″ by Blackbelt Andersen
“Ladies & Gentlemen, We Are Floating In Space.”
“Some people call me the Space Cowboy.”
(by Banks Violette, also below)
Hypnotic musematic edit of some moldy disco. Sunlight, dancing, good feelings.
A song like this only comes around once in a while. The opening strum has that timeless sort of cool that only takes 10 seconds to fix your life. ”Change the way desire folds.”
“World Turning” by Tyree Cooper
To wrap things up: another bastard offspring of Stevie Nicks, a genre-bending anchor baby born on a mission to incept the dancehall with misdirected nostalgia for vogueing-era house. Down in the third level, Major Tom is humming this song to himself in his capsule, staring out the window at the earth below.
