an inspiration

Ralph Gibson, capturing a certain classical chiaroscuro, wading in the stark, yet puzzling enigmas of a fleeting glance, summoning calculus-inducing curves –

 

Slingshot Single, by Sodium Lights


Slingshot FrontSodium Lights
 have released a follow-up single to their scintillating Transtulit LP from 2011. After the sessions that completed Transtulit, the band decided to go even further into the deep house foundations that made up the electronic side of the group’s electro-rock.

The guitars were put inside their cases, and programming began in earnest during the winter of 2011-12. The band wrote an album’s worth of new material in a few months, and singer Julia Farrar began to add vocals to the rough ideas. As the songs began to take shape, the band began to realize that releasing a single from the best of the accumulated material would actualize the ideal of the “trance pop” songs they were trying to create.

Slingshot BackInstead of following up 2011’s Transtulit with another full length LP, Sodium Lights decided to release singles of these sessions, of which “Slingshot” is the first.

New Luke Hunter Single: Heart & Home

Each of Luke Hunter’s releases are more evocative and focused, driven with emotion and seeking our hearts.

Heart & Home is a proper single, assisted with James Burke on bass, and Tyler Crawford on drums. It gets in your head, it gets in your heart, and it hits straight home – a masterpiece and proof that Luke has truly become an artisan songwriter. The production and mixing, by Alex Pellish (17 Relics, Portersville, Vera from Alice, Highlighter, Sodium Lights), further refines and enlightens this immediate indie rock classic.

And cued right up, the backside features the daedalian guitarwork of Leafmeal, fleeting across unraveling midsummer meadows, across balearen lovers spread out beneath the wide blue sky – twirling in so many memories brought back from the fade –

Absolutely fantastic.


The Last Stoup, Issue 10, April 1993

Mason’s Stoup 10

In Between

driving
but dilly-dallying
really
daydreaming
over the hills
the miles of vines
the corners of which I’m cognizant
but just barely
the dead barn owl with one wing flapping in the breeze of a car just gone by
the cows
cute but stinky
and thankfully organic
the jibber-jabber on the radio
the cool rush of air from the window on the far side of the truck
the miles
really
the miles
they rush at me and under me and into infinity beyond the back bumper
and then the sun pushing up and into
pushing
the sky in the mirrors brightens and lightens and makes itself known
and when I look up at the mountain range that stands between me and the massive expanse of Pacific
the fog just barely spilling over
pink