Kicked in the head.

Mr. Moonshiner has done messed me up with his most recent song choice. My reply to his Best Coast female surf jam was a wink from the boys at Darker My Love. I felt that the songs complimented each other well, almost sweetly. The answer to the flirtation was No Age, who promptly came in, kicked DML in the balls and stole his chick. After a couple of icepacks, I listened to “Ripped Knees” to formulate some ideas. The clean guitar of the song reminds me of the Pixies, perhaps “Caribou”. The break was reminiscent of …Trail of Dead, maybe “Homage”. No Age has always reminded me of Bug-era Dinosaur Jr, so possibly “Budge”. Then, out of nowhere, comes a grinding, distorted organ part, which lasts until the song ends. What is this? Talk about a screeching halt to my groove. Now do I pick a song that works with the punk rock part of the song or do I base my reply on the organ? I am seriously torn at this point.

I call Mr. Moonshiner to curse him for bestowing this menacing disruption upon me. He laughs at my struggle. I try out some Air songs, which could possibly pull the mix in a completely different direction. These songs are not working so I take a couple of days off from the mix, during which I receive several harassing emails from the moderator. I contemplate choosing “Interstellar Overdrive” by Pink Floyd to explain the nervous breakdown I am experiencing or “Sister Ray” by the Velvet Underground because nothing says “Fuck you” like a 17 minute long VU noise blast. I purchase the new Blakroc cd and dig the Mos Def track, which reminds me of his The Ecstatic release from this year. No Age’s organ fade out fits nicely with the slow drum roll that leads into “On the Vista”, and Mos’ singing brings me back to equilibrium. I am at peace with the world and our mix, at least until the next song.