I don’t know why, but I had the impulse to listen to some La Luz the other day and that small impulse turned into a several day binge of their Spotify discography, although I mostly stuck around their debut LP from 2013: It’s Alive.
Y’all, this music is SICK if you’re into well executed surf rock with chilling, poetic, and ephemeral lyrics. Literally the whole album is awesome. There’s such vibrance to it, even within the slower songs. But then, dude, there are some bangers that I honestly don’t understand how anyone could sit still during. Like “Pink Slime” or “Sure As Spring”.
During my La Luz binge, I stumbled upon this live set from Reykjavik (if you watch only 30 seconds of it, start at 9:16ish. But also watch another song, “Brainwash” which starts at 14:25. In fact, just watch the whole thing). The explosive stage energy coupled with the album quality performance – a difficult feat when four-part harmonies are involved – highlights the awesome musicianship of the band members. Shana Cleveland in particular, guitarist and lead singer, shreds. And the percussion is so fresh and crisp it seems like the audio equivalent to biting into a carrot or celery stick. Definitely a band you should check out. Also, they survived an epic car crash, so you know they’re legit.
Lost Girl, a Canadian TV show kind of perhaps in a similar vein as Supernatural or Small World. It’s about a woman named Bo who learns she’s a succubus (who needs sexual contact in order to “feed”), a part of an ancient fae otherworld (like a subculture of the “normal” human world). The best part of the show is Kenzi, the main characters best friend and sidekick, who always has the best retorts and one-liners. This is probably why around season 4 – once drama started invading Kenzi’s more carefree hilariousness – the show stopped being as entertaining as it once was. However, it’s still a good guilty pleasure show if not high-brow dramatic TV. Available on Netflix for your bingeing pleasure.
Still reading Kalanithi’s When Breath Becomes Air, but nearing completion. It’s a short book so I really should’ve finished it by now, but beyond the reading I do while on the train, I don’t really sit down and read it. Perhaps because I know how it ends and it ends sadly: he dies. However it’s so worth the read. There are these passages that are just so beautiful and real. Like when his wife is talking to him about whether or not they should have a baby after learning about his cancer diagnosis: She says: “Don’t you think saying goodbye to your child will make your death more painful?” To which he replies: “Wouldn’t it be great if it did?” He then writes: “Lucy and I both felt that life wasn’t about avoiding suffering.” What an amazing thought. To not try and avoid suffering (which seems impossible to do anyway) but to accept it. What about seeking out suffering?