02.24.2018
Rhye
Blood

I'm a little bummed that this new Rhye album isn't better than it is.

11.24.2013
Rhye
Woman

0:04 into "Last Dance"--and 0:14 and 0:25 and pretty much once every four bars throughout the entire song--I am driven absolutely crazy that the bass doesn't play what I want it to play. No, what I need it to play. I probably need to hum it to you, but for those musically inclined, basically the bass mimics the keyboard and guitar and plays two syncopated notes after the first and second beats, and a third note on the downbeat of the third. Fine. But the second time through this pattern, it seems like the most obvious thing in the world that the bass should finish it with an 8-note run of 16th notes between the third beat and the end of the measure, a little ascending scale of "dooo-do-doodoo-doodoo-doodoo", mirroring the palm muted guitar rhythm at the same time, back up to the syncopated notes again. ("Do you have it???"). It screams to be played. And it kills me, absolutely kills me, that it never happens. Even just once, towards the end, it's all I need. I might have to start digging through live Rhye YouTube videos and radio performances just to see if they ever do it live. I might have to eventually take up the bass and try out for their touring band just to do it myself. Because as of right now, I feel like I'll likely be forced to go to my deathbed with a raw sense of cosmic imbalance, asymmetrical qi, a looming sense of incompleteness, if I don't get to hear that goddamned bass fill.


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03.18.2013
Rhye
Woman

Bedroom electro R&B from a Danish man who sounds disturbingly like Sade, without any of the nonsense that makes Sade occasionally awful. But also without any of the stuff that makes Sade, more often than not, incredible. So, like, take all of Sade's decent mid-album filler material, and have the xx remix it, and give it a cool mysterious black and white album cover. You'll be shocked at how much you like what you get.


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11.08.2018 - by Steve
Blue Ribbon Fried ChickenManhattan
Fried chicken sandwich

Hey! Look! Music & Food is officially 10 years old! That's fucking weird, right?

I'd recommend you don't go back into the archives and find my first official post on here. It's an embarrassing misreading of Randy Newman's "Sail Away." But more than that, it's a hopeful and optimistic misreading of the state of America in 2008. I'd been working on building this new music and food blog as an outlet to practice some nascent coding skills, and it just so happened that the site was ready to launch just a couple days after the beautiful and magic election night, when we all felt great and the future was wide open. But now, exactly 10 years later, that beauty and magic has been gutted by people who hate beauty and magic. But also there's no such thing as magic.

And also, holy shit, I live in New York now?? And this is my first official New York food post! And it's Blue Ribbon Fried Chicken, which I hit up while running an errand in the East Village (because I now run errands in the East Village). It looks delicious, and is stocked with a number of great looking hot sauces and honeys. But just like the magic of November 2008, sometimes looks can be deceiving.

Mac and cheese was good though.

10.02.2018 - by Steve
Skyline ChiliAkron
Skyline chili

I finally did it. I ate Skyline Chili. And it's exactly as good as I imaged it might be.

09.04.2018 - by Steve
Potter'sDinkytown Minneapolis
Sausage roll

I think I've had a Potter's pasty from their food truck before, but I honestly can't say I remember much about it. But this weekend I finally got to their brick and mortar store (which is only a brick and mortar store in that they sell some food out of a window connected to their commissary kitchen in the basement of a building connected to the back side of a convenience store), and was duly impressed by their sausage roll. See, I'm a bit of an expert on sausage rolls; I went to England one time. So. Anyhow, these aren't quite as good as the rolls at Greggs (um if you've ever been to England like me you'll know what I mean, mate), and they don't serve them with HP Sauce (God save the Queen), but rather with a sort of tangy apple reduction, which I don't think quite worked with what was more of an Italian-style sausage than the traditional English breakfast sausage that you'd expect from a roll. But despite that, I fully enjoyed the roll, and have to say there's something very refreshing about a place in Minneapolis that just sells out of a basement window. It's the sort of secret-handshake "in the know" place that doesn't usually exist around here.