Music, Late December Melancholy

If you haven't yet noticed, I conceal links in text. I should perhaps think up a better way to illuminate links--it's a resolution. I'll figure it out in 2015, just like everything else. 

Feels good to write on the new laptop--the MacBook Pro Retina, I'll have you know--feels good on the fingers, hands, wrists, and scrumptious on the eyes. 

I adore late life combacks, and I'm happy to see Hailu Mergia in the Post and hear him on the new album.

What's not to like about Derrick Lara, of The Tamlins, reggae's best-known back-ups (think Peter Tosh, Marcia Griffiths, Delroy Wilson), covering the young Michael Jackson?

Soon to be hip-as-fuck-if-it-already-isn't molam and luk thung: Saksiam Petchchompu & Pornsurapon Petchseethong. Funky. I hyped the first edition of this compilation back in 2009-10--take that hipster fucks. 

My Fela of the moment: Carry Me, I Want to Die; Shabazz; Young Fathers.  

Unusual and dope: Rita Indiana.

Tulipa Negra--Dance. 

The French are the most Hip.

I'm into the nu Prince album but can't find any tracks on youtube; I like Clouds. 

Mary and I got back together earlier this year; I found my parents beaucoup 1980s Sade vinyl.

Loneliness.

I visited Portland for the first time in 2014, a charming visit. 

Kitsch 

Sinkane: bout to blow up.  

Darling Neal at 23 in 1968. 

What I think of as perhaps my current favorite, from the album inspired by Ray Charles' Modern Sounds in Country and Western Music.

Excessive? I hope not. Enjoy.