#feist

[disease]

FEIST & PEACHES IN THE STUDIO | early 2000s

#peaches #feist #electroclash #queer #y2k #studio #00s #music #u

[apolunatic]

#arknights #lee #closure #goldenglow #chiave #mostima #stainless #mr lee #mr. lee #feist #textposts

[limonadecandy]

every single time I hear this track I remember that Peaches, Feist, M.I.A. and Justine Frischmann shared an apartment together in London from 2000 to 2001. during their stay there, Justine put the finishing touches on Elastica's "The Menace", M.I.A. wrote Galang, and Peaches came up with the instrumental of this song

#music history #or should i say music HERstory #peaches #feist #m.i.a. #justine frischmann #elastica #bands #music #Spotify

[cosmonautroger]

Feist & Peaches, 2003

#feist #peaches

[leonardcohenofficial]

#Tunes #feist #thank u HB for reminding me of how good this song and album are

[musicforants]

Happy new year! Here’s my favorite albums & songs in of 2023. Click here to listen to my full Best Songs playlist* (100+ tracks) via Spotify or Apple Music.

FAVORITE ALBUMS OF 2023

Sufjan Stevens - Javelin

The National - First Two Pages of Frankenstein / Laugh Track

Lana Del Rey - Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd

boygenius - The Record

Yo La Tengo - This Stupid World

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - Scaring the Hoes

Caroline Rose - The Art of Forgetting

Blur - The Ballad of Darren

Ratboys - The Window

Blondshell - s/t

Youth Lagoon - Heaven is a Junkyard

Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want To Turn Into You

The Mountain Goats - Jenny From Thebes

Jeff Rosenstock - Hellmode

Wilco - Cousin

Jessie Ware - That! Feels Good!

Slowdive - everything is alive

Indigo De Souza - All of this will end

Wednesday - Rat Saw God

Romy - Mid Air

DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - Destiny

Billy Woods & Kenny Sagan - Maps

The Japanese House - In the end it always does

Yves Tumor - Praise a Lord who chews but which does not consume

The Clientele - I Am Not There Anymore

Roison Murphy - Hit Parade

Bully - Lucky For You

M83 - Fantasy

Jess Williamson - Time Ain’t Hospitable

Sofia Kourtesis - Madres

FAVORITE SONGS OF 2023

Sufjan Stevens - Shit Talk

Lana Del Rey - A&W

The National - Tropic Morning News

Feist - Borrow Trouble

Blondshell - Joiner

Blur - The Narcissist

boygenius - Not Strong Enough

MGMT - Mother Nature

Wednesday - Chosen To Deserve

Yo La Tengo - Aselestine

Caroline Rose - Miami

Ratboys - The Window

Roison Murphy - The Universe

Oneohtrix Point Never - A Barely Lit Path

Indigo De Souza - Younger & Dumber

Jeff Rosenstock - 3 Summers

Caroline Polachek - Blood & Butter

Sun June - Get Enough

Yard Act - The Trench Coat Museum

DJ Sabrina The Teenage DJ – Honey

Girl Scout - Weirdo

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - Lean Beef Patty

Sofia Kourtesis - Madres

Overmono - Good Lies

Bully - Days Move Slow

Youth Lagoon - Idaho Alien

Katy Kirby - Cubic Zirconia

Andy Shauf - Halloween Store

Romy - She's On My Mind

M83 - Oceans Niagara

Yves Tumor - Echolalia

Big Thief - Vampire Empire

Olivia Rodrigo - get him back!

Fever Ray - Kandy

Jessie Ware - Begin Again

The Japanese House - Boyhood

Kelela - Contact

Jess Williamson - Hunter

Mitski - My Love Mine All Mine

billy woods & Kenny Segal - Soft Landing

Tennis - Let's Make a Mistake Tonight

Slowdive - shanty

Beirut - Hadsel

NewJeans - Super Shy

The Clientele - Blue Over Blue

Nation of Language - Sole Obsession

ANOHNI - This Must Change

The Last Dinner Party - Nothing Matters

Slaughter Beach, Dog - Engine

The Beatles - Now and Then

Link to full 100+ track playlist on Spotify / Apple Music

*playlist subject to change

#lists #music #best of 2023 #sufjan stevens #lana del rey #boygenius #the national #blur #blondshell #yo la tengo #caroline rose #ratboys #jeff rosenstock #youth lagoon #feist #spotify #apple music #Indigo De Souza

[projecthipster]

#Sloan #tegan and sara #the new pornographers #arcade fire #metric #Feist #sam roberts #city and colour #stars #broken social scene #indie music #music #hipster

[listography]

GREATEST WOMEN IN ALTERNATIVE OF THE 2000s

1. Björk

2. Amy Winehouse

3. Karen O (Yeah Yeah Yeahs)

4. M.I.A.

5. Hayley Williams (Paramore)

6. Amy Lee (Evanescence)

7. Karin Dreijer (The Knife/Fever Ray)

8. Santigold

9. Alison Goldfrapp (Goldfrapp)

10. Leslie Feist (Feist)

#bjork #björk #amy winehouse #karen o #yeah yeah yeahs #mia #m.i.a. #hayley williams #paramore #amy lee #evanescence #santigold #karin dreijer #the knife #fever ray #goldfrapp #alison goldfrapp #feist #leslie feist #women in rock #women in alternative #alternative #alternative music #2000s music #2000s #2000s pop culture

[rolloroberson]

Feist

#feist

[venuscentipede]

#peaches #feist

[ewzzy]

Do people remember the pure joy of Feist on Sesame Street?

#feist #sesame street #muppets #Youtube

[heyitkilla-draws]

Because they've been rotting in my brain for some time...here be my doctorsona for arknights hehe. They're an utter menace but also pls be nice to them they're sensitive-

#artists on tumblr #heyitkilla_draws #digital sketch #original character #digital aritst #digital art #oc artwork #arknights #doctor arknights #dokutah #stainless arknights #feist #character sheet

[deadendtracks]

#feist #cillian murphy #Youtube

[dollarbin]

Shakey Sundays #6:

Neil Young and Promise of the Real's The Monsanto Years

Somehow this album is cursed in my biography. Every time I try to listen to it something goes deeply wrong. And it's no wonder: in the silly recording session photo above it looks like Neil is casting an evil spell on all of us. Monsanticus!

When the record came out in in the summer of 2015 I was suspicious; Neil had just released Storytone, and it sounded like he'd focused on painting the record's cover and washing his hogs rather than writing good songs. Plus I'd never even heard of his new backing band with their too terrible to be ironic name. Crazy Horse was alive and well; what was Young up to now?

But 20 years previously I'd been equally suspicious when Young got spooked by the Horse and buddied up with a different group of young hipsters to make Mirror Ball, and that record turned out to be awesome. And so I knew The Montsanto Years deserved my open-mindedness in spite of its clunky title and fairly gross cover art.

So I turned it up loud for the first time with my buddy Matt. It was a beautiful day and we had an open road with two hours of drive time ahead of us. Maybe we'd listen to it twice!

But halfway through the album's third song, People Want to Hear About Love, with its inspired-by-Stephen-Still's-very-own-Joe-Lala bongos, and its gather about me young squires chanting, not to mention Young's crankiest grandpa vocal stylings to date, Matt and I simultaneously announced that the song sucked. We put on Zuma instead.

Even so, People Want To Hear About Love, stayed annoyingly in my head all day, and that day was dedicated to attending our friend's younger sister's funeral. I couldn't shake crusty grandpa Neil off at the graveside as my friend's 20-something little sister was lowered into the earth, her life cut short by cancer that came with touches of abhorrent irony: she'd been a nurse; her dad was a cancer doctor. You're wrong Neil, I angrily thought, no one wants to hear about love. Nor do they ever want to hear your song again.

I've given the record sporadic second chances since then. And every time I get to the fourth track, Big Box, I perk up. After all, it opens with Neil alone, playing a demonstrative and churning, here's how it works kids, follow my lead, riff that sounds like it's lifted straight from Mirror Ball.

But before you know it Neil croons "Too Big To Fail" in overdubbed fashion and rhymes "excited" with "Citizens United" (you know, the Supreme Court case that gave corporations the power to essentially buy our elections) and, despite some pretty exciting guitar interplay whenever Young shuts his trap, rather than echoing Mirror Ball the whole thing sounds like Young is hanging out with Kai Ryssdal or David Brancaccio on Marketplace. Come on Neil, that's my least favorite show on NPR.

Yesterday I gave the record yet another try: but again, no dice; my 15 year old ipod (no, I don't own The Monsanto Years on vinyl; I got it in true Dollar Bin fashion by checking it out at the library) played me the first two songs, the lyrically regrettable opening track, which isn't amazing but does not suck, and the pretty lovely, quavering Wolf Moon, before the device (it's the kind with a dial on the lower half; there are 22 thousand songs on the thing, and around 1600 of them are Young's), perhaps disgusted by my choice for this week's Shakey Sunday, cried uncle and died in what appeared to be the very real Steve Jobs kinda fashion.

I was able to resuscitate it eventually but I'm unsure whether or not to risk resumption of the album. After all, it's cursed! And when the terrible day comes, and my ipod refuses to wake back up no matter how many times I pressed down all the buttons at once while cursing, will I need to find another way, either through a very nonDollar Bin purchase of the vinyl or through Neil's old timey, betamax website, to listen to The Monsanto Years ever again? Or can I just stick with Zuma?

Well, let's find out the answer. It's a Shakey Sunday and I'm about to roll my ipod's dice, press play, and go song by song through the rest of Neil's far too long screed against agrobusiness.

The fifth song, A Rock Star Bucks a Coffee Shop, is a big No vote for the record. Yikes. I'd rather drink a big cuppa GMO than hear Young rhyme GMO with Mont-san-to ever again. Whoever is responsible for the whistling in this song needs to never purse their lips in my presence again.

I suspect POTR (I refuse to ever type the band's terrible name out again; I wish they'd named themselves Promise of the Real Sausages instead) are big fans of Young's live bender record Time Fades Away. Working Man's got that vibe but it's slick instead of shakey. Yuck.

In Rules of Change Neil gives us yet another version of the story he's been telling over and over again for the whole record: the farmers have woes; climate change is real; we're doomed unless we get on Uncle Neil's groovy train of love. Look: I'm an environmentalist already. I do what I can to eat sustainably; I ride my bike to work alongside my sweet daughter as much as possible; and I've got a bootleg gray water system already running out the back of my house as we speak, watering my trees with our laundry water. The simple truth is that I never needed this concept album, or any of Young's too numerous to count environmental anthems. I already know this stuff. I'm already angry and I already vote and if Trump gets elected next fall I'll lose my mind a second time. Frankly, Neil, I'd much rather imagine sleeping with Pocahontas.

But it's when we get to the album's title track that I start to wish my ipod was indeed broken.

The song is a terrifying double to Danger Bird: it's slow and brooding with caveman vocals. But the guitar is mostly sickening instead of life changing and everyone's chanting "Safeway" instead of telling me about Carrie Snodgrass sleeping around with some still unknown famous enemy of Young's and ruining his life in 75. I guess Neil's right, people do want to hear about love. And Marlon Brando. And the Astrodome. And me.

I haven't got much to say about the final track, If I Don't Know. It occurs, and it sucks less than most of what we just sat through. What I fear is that Young is letting some young hipster solo at the end of the song while he stands by, contemplating corporate sin. Jimi Hendrix is dead, Ira Kaplan is busy, Richard Thompson isn't interested and Stephen Stills sucks; no other man on earth should be allowed to solo on a guitar while on stage with Neil.

(But I'd be more than happy to have any number of women do so, however, from Leslie Feist to Myriam Gendron to the recently resurgent Joni Mitchell herself.)

Okay folks we did it. We made it through The Monsanto Years. You have my permission to never listen to it again.

Me? As of this moment, while I hit post, I'm already half way through the record for the second time today, and I'm kinda digging my time at the Big Box store. Looks like I like the record anyway.

Neil Young: even his garbage swings.

#Youtube #neil young #the promise of the real #stephen stills sucks #shakey sundays #feist #myriam gendron

[mostlythemarsh]

New Feist!

#friday #records #Feist

[thebowerypresents]

Kings of Convenience Launch First American Tour in 12 Years at Webster Hall

Kings of Convenience – Webster Hall – October 23, 2023

Hygge is a Scandinavian term that the Merriam-Webster dictionary defines as a “a cozy quality that makes a person feel content and comfortable.” Since their 2001 debut, Quiet Is the New Loud, longtime Norwegian folk-pop duo Kings of Convenience have been composing your perfect autumnal soundtrack for more than two decades, which comes as no a surprise as they hail from the land of coziness. As New Yorkers are hunkering down due to a run of rainy weekends and darker nights, Erlend Øye and Eirik Glambek Bøe are here to chase away any impending seasonal depression. The pair landed Stateside to perform after a long absence, opening their American tour with the first of two sold-out shows at Webster Hall on Monday night.

A rousing ovation erupted as Øye stepped to the edge of stage and then the crowd quickly hushed as the duo strummed into“Comb My Hair. They played mostly from the 2021 album Peace or Love, their fourth LP but first in 12 years. The combo of “Love Is a Lonely Thing” and the snap-inspiring “Catholic Country” was missing Feist’s guest vocals, so concertgoers were asked to help sing along on another Feist collab, “Know How,” from Riot on an Empty Street.

An electric guitarist and drummer joined for the tail end of the set to really get everyone in the room grooving. On “Fever,” Bøe removed a small keyboard from its stand to play closer to the front row. (A fan in the balcony yelled, “You are my therapy,” which was especially validating since Bøe studied clinical psychology for seven years.) The tempo increased for fan-favorite “I’d Rather Dance with You” as the disco ball was fully activated to twinkle over the room. The two returned to the stage for a final encore of “24-25,” sending their longtime fans snugly into the crisp New York City night.

(Kings of Convenience play Webster Hall again tonight.)

Photos courtesy of Dana Distortion | distortionpix.com

#Bowery Presents #Dana Distortion #East Village #Eirik Glambek Bøe #Erlend Øye #Feist #Kings of Convenience #Live Music #Music New York City #Peace or Love #Photos #Quiet Is the New Loud #Review #Riot on an Empty Street #Sharlene Chiu #Webster Hall