'After Dawn' by Itasca

From Itasca’s new album, Unmoored By The Wind, out on Matt Mondanile’s New Images label on October 14th.

Code may flirt with illegibility, but it must finally cohere logically or it will not work; the language of art can fracture grammar and syntax, can fail to transmit meaning but still cause emotion, and therefore successfully produce rasa.
— Author and programmer Vikram Chandra. His new book, “The Geek Sublime: the Beauty of Code, the Code of Beauty,” explores the aesthetics of code-writing. (via newyorker)

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Vanessa Contenay-Quinones & Skeewiff - La Fille De L’Air

Ahh, lovely.

Get it @ SC.

Their new album, Made In France, is streaming in all its yé-yé glory on Soundcloud.

Megan Fairchild (New York City Ballet) performs “Miss Turnstyle” in rehearsal for a new revival of On The Town, which opens on Broadway in October.

'All The Things' by Beverly

'Keep Moving Brother, Keep Moving Sister' by Denison Witmer

From Denison’s eponymous 2013 LP, available on Bandcamp.

'Conversation' by Joni Mitchell

From Ladies Of The Canyon.

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'Personal Eclipse (Southern Souls Session)’ by The Weather Station

New Weather Station! Toronto based songstress Tamara Lindeman will soon be releasing a follow up to her enchanting 2011 LP All Of It Was Mine.

'Lucky Number' by Lene Lovich

'Holy Smoke' by Vashti Bunyan

Vashti Bunyan’s new album comes nearly 9 years after her last, but compared to the 35 year gap between her first two, that’s practically lightning speed.

"Holy Smoke" bears the mark of someone itching to come out of hibernation—it’s the nagging inner voice that asks: "Do I want to be like trees / who stand around in freezing fog / just waiting for the spring to come." To stagnate is to die, and Vashti has been dormant for far too long. Now she must bloom.

And so follows Heartleap, her attempt to "emerge from the shelter of others and stand out in the open." Wispy, waltzing and rapturously serene, “Holy Smoke” is proof enough that she needn’t step out too far. She’s already a singular force of nature.


The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue.


Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.

Rebecca Solnit in A Field Guide to Getting Lost.

Song: “Blue Light” by Mazzy Star

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'Miracle' by Kimbra

Kimbra is next level.

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