A Tempo Beyond

Review: Kriss Gaynes Album, Monument River Offers Awesome Element to Electro Pop Genre: Depth By Jeremy St.Martin It’s a cold Tuesday and I’m going through my usual Tuesday ritual: Make sure I have my music folders ready, gas the car, liquid ash coffee buffered with milk and sugar, and yelling at the ancient bastards on the roads to my first rehearsal. It’s cold and I’m crabby as per Tuesday’s guidelines. Until I put in Monument River. I always try to do a little research about any genre with which I am unfamiliar before I see a show/do a review, and this is no exception. But unlike my prior reviews of jazz and folk (the former of which I have decent experience and the latter at least a small grasp), the world of Electronica and it’s many scintillating and moody sub genres are (almost) completely foreign to me. I admit my initial impression of electronic pop was enormously obtuse: blippy bloop blip, add vocals, thank you--drive thru. Electronic music isn’t a new thing. So

In attempts to expound upon my unusual encounter with the light from above, I’m going to continue to harness this devilish transgression of my soul. In layman’s terms, the ensuing babble will be a staunch continuation of my previous blog, regarding stereotypes and deluded musical taste.  Allow me to begin with a common phrase that has been riddled with delusion and perpetuated by the masses for far too long: “Don’t squander your time.” It seems beneficial to read this statement with a formidable grandmotherly tone. So, try again with the added dialect, “Johnny, don’t squander your time!” Hopefully, that was a helpful enterprise. What’s the point, Brandon? Why is time so precious? What’s the freaking point? My real or imagined issues with the perception of time lie within the understanding that these phrases sound entirely reasonable to digest. To reassure this point, you’re most likely thinking, “Yes, this is a necessary attitude to have in order to be successful” or simply, “T

Recently, I’ve had an epiphany of sorts, in relation to my musical listening abilities. I haven’t necessarily determined a more appropriate way of listening. Rather, I am beginning to interpret musical genres in an entirely new fashion. First, It’s no secret that I’ve always been a bit of a pompous moron, abrasively holding my ground on some foolish stance, spouting off on what I enjoy musically. This might not change, but I am at least making an attempt to evolve. Some things are just set in stone, like when someone says they’ve never heard of Jerry Garcia. That’s just a deal breaker. Sayonora! The interesting enlightenment that’s fortified, is how there’s no need in berating the music I don’t like. Besides Nickleback, because that’s clearly just entirely unacceptable music. Furthermore, If I don’t like the Metal genre I can simple avoid it under most circumstances. It’s interesting to think about why we spend so much time talking about things we dislike instead of focusing on the th