Month: March 2019

Weekly New Wonders Playlist !


That’s young Bryan Ferry, age 28 circa 1973 cutting a fine figure in his leather shirt, brocade jacket, and blue eyes. And here are some equally beautiful things, the latest in wonderful new music by exotic people, all assembled within the Weekly New Wonders Playlist. It’s 2 weeks worth so it’s a little bit fatter than usual. You can listen on Soundcloud or Spotify and feel free to stare into the Ferryman’s eyes for inspiration.

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Another View: On Ryan Adams

Preface: Earlier Last this month we ran a piece by PuR contributor Andy Moreno about the recent Ryan Adams allegations and got some compelling feedback. While some people were empathetic to her argument, others took issue with it. Kathryn Musilek and Andrew Gerhan of Nevada Nevada have written a response to that initial editorial.

Here it is.


In her recent essay , entitled” Touch, Feel, Lose and Cry…”, Andy Moreno writes that art is not the guilty party. In the case of Ryan Adam’s recently publicized abuse allegations we would tend to agree, it wasn’t the art that made Adams do what he did. Likewise we do not think Ozzy’s Suicide Solution made John Daniel McCollum shoot himself, nor do we think Rammstein and video games made Klebold and Harris shoot up their school. However we diverge from Moreno when she then mourns for the loss of audience Ryan Adams’ work is sure to suffer and the loss of his various music industry deals his wallet has suffered. Although she rightly empathises and voices regret for Adam’s human victims, she argues that the art itself should not be made a victim as well.

We would counter that the art is already a victim of Adam’s actions, and (the collective) we have no say in the matter. Art does not exist in a vacuum, it was created by someone, someplace and at some point in time. This gives it a context, and that context has everything to do with how a work is considered and appreciated. In 1913 Listeners rioted when they first heard Stravinsky’s The Rites of Spring. Now that we’re accustomed to the cacophony of an industrialized world and screamo bands, The Rites of Spring sounds like beautiful, if incredibly spooky, classical music. Punk rock was shocking in 1977. Blink 182 and The Vans Warped Tour less so in the 2000s. Ryan Adams’ songs used to exist in a context where he was an alt country icon. Now they exist in a world where he, the creator, is understood to be a serial abuser. The context has changed and therefore the meaning of the work has changed, and it was changed by Adams’ own hand. Although it is far from the biggest atrocity he has committed, he has desecrated his own artistic legacy. He has soiled his own songs for anyone with true empathy for both the numerous women he abused, and the art they stopped making because of that abuse.

We should mourn for these women, but we should not waste time mourning Adams’ work for several reasons: firstly people are far more important than songs. Art is made by people. Some art has “soul”. Some is sad, happy, angry, sexy, etc. However a piece of art isn’t a person. It doesn’t have a soul, nor does it feel any emotion and cannot be emotionally abused. Art doesn’t need our protection, people do. In this case these people are the women who were victimized by Adams’ sexual and emotional abuse, and this is the most important part of all of this by far.

Secondly, if we are going to mourn for songs in the wake of Adams’ actions, we should really mourn for the work that wasn’t and won’t be made by his victims. Take the 20 year old the New York Times refers to as Ava, who “…had been a gifted bassist by the age of 9”, and who, after Adams has not played another show and is now “put off” by the idea of being a musician. Or the 35 year old Courtney Jaye who said that after Adams abuse “something changed in me…it made me just not want to make music”. Ryan Adams music has been heard (and purchased) by millions. His victims had this opportunity taken from them by Adams. Abusers who violently and harmfully occupy artistic space, keeping women out of that space, should not be collecting huge checks for their streaming and radio royalties.

Thirdly we have a new context and this demands new art from people who deserve our attention and admiration. This is actually a moment of hope and possibility within the larger shadow cast by Adams abuse. As the #metoo movement shines a light into the dark corners of the rock club, the recording studio, and the offices of the music industry in general, rock should be liberated from its legacy of taint caused by (some of) it’s creators. This is an opportunity to create and to champion new art that is free from the burden of this baggage. In this new context we find ourselves in, this will be better art than what we were clinging to because we, ourselves have been changed.

Our final point is that of Adams business ties which were severed after the news of the allegations broke. His record label, touring partners, and several companies who had given Adams equipment endorsements all put collaborations on hold or parted ways with him. Moreno acknowledges that this makes good business sense for the companies involved but predicts that society will suffer because this art has value to it and it will now be withheld. We agree that this is good business sense. The various deals were penned with an understanding of Ryan Adams’ identity, and this was irrevocably altered by Adams’ actions. It is these actions that have already robbed society of the value of this art. Even if the labels still put out the records and the bookers and promoters still organized the tours, the benefits of this artwork have been erased by Adams’ actions. All of these entities have a limited bandwidth for collaborating with and supporting artists and they should free up the space for art that is not tainted. Plus Adams owns a recording studio and can continue to create and distribute his work on his own to whatever audience remains, unless the FBI investigation being conducted yields indictment(s) for which he is found guilty and he loses his assets and/or his freedom. It is a safe bet some, if not all of his victims don’t have facilities such as PAX-AM at their disposal.

We just hope that when we hear his music, rather than feeling sad that we may not enjoy it to its fullest extent, we can feel sad for the victims of Adams and of all the abusers in the world of art-making, and that our sympathies lie more with the victims than with the inanimate albums we used to enjoy, guilt-free. We hope that his songs sound different, weaker, less admirable or even skeevy in this new context of his abuse, or that even if they sound the same that they feel different. If they don’t sound any different to you, we encourage you to read more about what he’s done, and imagine how his music might sound or feel if you were one of those women, or if your sisters, friends, or mothers were abused by him. Would you still feel that the art is the thing that needs protection?

Dan D’Lion “Dislocate”

Robert Palmer, the late, suave UK singer of resonant and elastic voice was bit of a Jekyll & Hyde when it came to his recorded output. Prior to his mega trashy and garish hit “Addicted to Love” he straddled the line between several genres, never landing completely on one in particular. He went from funky New Orleans Soul, to Pub Rock and then in 1980 took a peculiar left turn into an intriguing brand of electronic pop music (even going so far as to collaborate with Gary Numan, one of the true fathers of the genre). Tracks like “Johnny and Mary”, and “I Dream of Wires” from this electro period still sound as weird, and memorable as they did the day they were thrust into the world. Which brings us to Dan D’Lion’s spacey and gorgeous “Dislocate”. There are distinct traces of the aforementioned Palmer’s electro side as well as the tunefulness of early The-Dream within it…but make no mistake, Dan is his own man and this is as distinct and wonderfully insidious as any pop thing this year.


The Jensens “Mt. Mura”

There’s some really clever arranging and handsome harmonizing happening within the chorus of Mt. Mura: it sounds like the progeny of The Monroes 1982 new wave classic “What Do All the People Know” though the sentiment is infinitely darker despite the positive beat ( the eternal damage of proselytizing upon youthful minds). It is really, really fine. With that in mind take a listen to their epic, over the top, prog-pop last single “Coma’ too, link below, because it is also pretty exceptional.


Weekly New Wonders Playlist !

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The video from which the screenshot above is taken, Billy Squier’s “Rock Me Tonite” circa 1984, is said to have singlehandedly killed his career ( especially according to Billy). Up until the point this video was released, he was something of a cool AOR rock god loved by girls and boys alike. The song itself was the biggest hit of his career and frankly, it still rules to this day. The “problem” revolved around Billy’s dance moves on display within the video which were seen as embarrassingly fey or inept or both depending on how cruel you were and the fact that he literally pranced, not danced, in a most brazen, uninhibited fashion. Full on hardcore, in your face prancing. It’s ridiculous, maybe even cringeworthy but it’s also totally lovable, I mean, I love it and it only enhanced Billy’s spirit in my eyes. Which is to say you can trust me to be brutally honest about everything here with no fear and tell you that this weeks latest Weekly New Wonders are all beautiful, wonderful and otherworldly pop songs. You can listen on Soundcloud or Spotify below. Rock me tonite.




Lydia Persaud “Let Me Show You”

“Let Me Show You” is sophisticated and fully formed retro-fine soul, marrying a seventies singer-songwriter vibe in the vein of Carole King or Roberta Flack, with some Stevie Wonder-esque instrumental flourishes, to the more modern day R & B excursions of Floetry and Marsha Ambrosius. It’s all tempo changes, melodic twists, real guitar, and spaced out keys and features a myriad of singular instrumental spotlight moments. It’s then topped with Lydia’s quietly powerful and supremely lovely vocal. It just works in every way.


0171 “1000 Words”

Good lord. This song is absolutely insidious. It’s crafty. It’s electronic and warm. And once it’s set foot into your mind, it is nearly impossible to evict. It’s both simple and complex, a stream of consciousness nursery rhyme moving back and forth between descriptions of what someone is doing and what someone is thinking which is to say it perfectly mimics how the brain works every waking moment of the day. It’s like some glorious Pet Shop Boys deep cut and features words like “dappling”, “overborne”, “billowing” and “squinting” and is the devil in the best way.

Weekly New Wonders Playlist !


As a kid I thought this was 1 serving as it said Hungry-Man, as in 1 singular human. In retrospect I see eating 1 whole pound of food is probably meant to be a shared a experience with another human no matter how hungry you are. But I definitely ate a few of these things solo. The latest Weekly New Wonders Playlist is equally full: hefty and fat with pop anthems and crying music: please enjoy !

As usual you can listen on Soundcloud or Spotify but please note playlists are slightly different ( 1-2 songs) as not every track is available in both places. Check ’em both out if you are a nerdy completist like me.

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