"Music"by Sean Nicholas Savage
Years ago I visited a potter in the exurbs of Seoul in whose foothills, he said, was a plant endemic to Korea his father had taught him to tap. Diffuse— almost holographic in its depth— what appeared to be a watery gloss, after dozens of applications, accrued to a lacquer whose value (both in pigment and in price) outshone the purest gold. Luminous, elaborate,Sean Nicholas Savage’s “Music” (like so much music for music), is like his vases, increasing in beauty with each subsequent coat of sap.
Savage, like those other wild ones who write such songs of songs doesn’t make music—like a drug: he does it. The effect is a Pythagorian panic of the senses in which the cosmos is composed of The Big Music and the DJ’s a deity to pray to, kill, or overthrow. And when you storm that temple: you gotta do it to music.
"I'm Moving On" by Larry T. and the Family
Forward motion - this song is forward motion. Transitioning time and crossroads, watching a pandemic year spill out messy into summer, this song beats that forward momentum, sonic stank face y ese campana bien chingón.
Chakra (Live & Unreleased Recordings Archive Recordings 1981-1983)
One stoned Discogs wormhole led me to this Japanese jamband’s 14 minute masterpiece. Good for a long drive, no traffic, windows cracked at the 3:10 mark.
"Adventure.exe" by Owen Pallett
I have replayed this on loop and won’t quit doing it.
"Eyeshadow Fallout" by Ariel Zetina
A great song to kiss, cry, and dance to.
This music evokes the energy in my studio while I was working through the winter. There's emotional rawness and intensity, but the effect is often playful. It's a casual list of songs: The Raincoats show up more than once. It's more like a vibe. All of this music loves music and revels in what music can do. That kind of music always gives me the feeling that I'm eavesdropping on people having a really good time.
Sara Magenheimer is an artist, writer, and musician based in New York. Recent solo exhibitions include the New Museum, NY; Portland Institute for Contemporary Art, OR; The Kitchen, New York. Her videos have been screened at the Flaherty Seminar, Oberhausen Film Festival, International Film Festival Rotterdam, Brooklyn Academy of Music, the New York Film Festival, Images Festival, Anthology Film Archives, EMPAC, Troy, NY, and the Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago. She was the recipient of a 2014 Rema Hort Mann Foundation Grant, 2015 Artadia Award, the Prix De Varti at the 2015 Ann Arbor Film Festival and a grant from the Foundation for Contemporary Arts in 2020. Magenheimer authored “Notes on Art and Resistance A–Z” leading up to and following the 2016 U.S. presidential election. In 2019 Wendy’s Subway published Beige Pursuit, Magenheimer’s first book length work of writing. Magenheimer is an Assistant Professor of New Media at SUNY Purchase College.
Taylor Swift, “Hoax”
Joni Mitchell, “Blue”
Lianne La Haves, “No Room for Doubt”
Mitski, “Come into the Water”
Taylor Swift, “Epiphany”
Dean Moore, “Trickle”
Cold Specks, “Send your Youth”
Cold Specks, “When the City Lights Dim”
Snigdha Koirala is a poet and writer based in New York City. Her works have appeared in Wildness, Gutter, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, and elsewhere. She is a graduate student at NYU’s Centre for Experimental Humanities, where, amongst other things, she explores the sedimentation of history and violence in the English language.
Funkadelic, “Back In Our Minds”
Lady Lamb, “Billions of Eyes”
Sevdaliza, “The Language of Limbo”
the Digable Planets, “Agent 7 Creamy Spy Theme/Dial 7 (Axiom of Creamy Spies)/NY 21 Theme”
Be Steadwell, “Greens”
The Space Lady, “I Had Too Much to Dream Last Night”
Julia Jacklin, “Body”
Japanese Breakfast, “Soft Sounds from Another Planet”
Mallika Singh is a poet, cook, and facilitator who writes about environment, surveillance, and intimacies. They are from many places and currently frolicking in the high desert of New Mexico. Mallika is the author of the chapbook, Retrieval (Wendy's Subway), and is pursuing a certificate in Community Herbalism from the People’s Medicine School.
“I love you with all of my soul / u know I wouldn't tell u if I didn't mean it tho" it's a gun joke so deep and sincere it turns right back into human limerence—his singing exceeds the metaphor so that what I feel listening is something like true love, in it's wooze, pivot, lo-fi slur and mumble. While writing the poems that would be part of Glaring I picked up Jalal Toufic's Forthcoming from codex books—it opens with a brief piece called "l'avertissement a l'écrivain"—warning to the writer. There are writers and filmmakers "rare, who address the one who, for whatever circumstances, is in a state of depersonalization—they accompany someone even when he has deserted himself. Since these instances of depersonalization are rare, and since one often does not wish to be reminded of them, the latter writers and filmmakers, books and films are not popular." I said I was disassociating, a serious joke, and the person I was going with said maybe it's time to reassociate. so I had to ask myself, am I just witness to a cosmic crime? Can I make a writing dense, quick and gathered enough to spiral out and upward from the hole we're kicked down into? These are lonely songs, they accompany someone who has deserted themself but, I think, see association as a serious task of making. Burial, "I want to find true love, I know it's [a lie? alright?]"—and the rinse announcer chimes in to pull the music from the vacuum. "From young man I knew what I wanted, never inside weren't watching no marvel" Nito NB. Lust for life, 10 mins of close mic'd organ from Kali Malone, cosmic claustrophobic euro church music, feel my mood slowly disperse and congeal. But "we sing a song, especially to you" too, god (Robert Vanderbilt), please hurry and find us. "God knows I need to see you, but it takes so long, my Lord...nobody has taught us any patience...and by now it's too late...I hope it's not too late but I think it's too late" (Nina Simone)—the last lines of the last poem in Glaring are "love is coming from me, love is streaming / from me . it's there , but there's no time ." I hope it's not too late ! I'm so impatient. I think it's not too late. I'm overcome, I'm badly mixed . I had a vision last night that we got the killing to stop and the storm picked up and the plantations burned and the dead patina over living just crept up and crackled. Writing in a spiral pattern, "I've never seen a night so long" (Cassandra Wilson via Hank Williams), but the night makes matter happen. I said it and it's so.
Burial, "True Love VIP"
Nito NB + Loski, "Lies"
Triad God, "so pay la"
Cassandra Wilson, "I'm so lonesome I could cry"
Duwap Kaine, "Choppa"
Kali Malone, "Spectacle of Ritual"
Robert Vanderbilt & The Foundation of Souls, "A Message Especially From God"
Nina Simone, "My Sweet Lord / Today is a Killer"
Benjamin Krusling is a writer and artist working in language, sound and moving image. He is the author of Glaring (Wendy's Subway, 2020).