The new album of Dean Blunt was released on May 1st and the last four days plays on repeat. As a dear friend of mine with extremely high MQ (meaning Musical Quotient in my world) said: “It’s fucked up -melancholic and reflective though – not exactly good social music. This guy is a serious stoner”.
“A frozen in time piano played by the hands of Robert Smith (The Cure) and a hauntingly beautiful cello by Steven Severin, always leaves me with a hopeful, fuzzy aftertaste every single time. The echoing piano, the fainting violin on the background and the slow camera rotation focusing on everything in the room (flowers, hands, faces, strings), catching your eyes with its amazing details, left me standing, waiting for something unknown, something alive, someone”.
My brother introduced me to this piece of art a couple of months ago and I was instantly captured by the bass of this frozen disco gem. You can imagine my excitement when (photographer and dj) Chris Kontos played this the other day
at Blue Bird bar –all in all, my kind of the ideal-easy-Friday-night-drinks-out.
The first rain of September inaugurates autumn officially. This is a mixtape for the summer that moves to the other hemisphere, made especially for you by Panos, with whom I share similar music taste, and it’s divided in three parts that move gently through genres.
What i really needed for my easter holidays was to stay home. Just stay there.
And relax by taking some good care of the house, cooking, dying psychedelic easter eggs and taking the usual annual photos of my wisteria tree, in full bloom. I also enjoyed a semi-celebrational vegie thai dinner at Miss-Athenes’s. Very. And some good music. And a hair mask. And matching my eggs with details of the house.