MUSIC FOR BIRDBRAINS

The Interent connection here at home is super wonky; it’s funny how aggravated a thing like that can make me. I’m trying to download some music, and it’s taking longer than I want it to, so I get all “Hulk Smash!” and stuff, right away. On to the more physical world — I don’t know about where you live, but here in the Pacific Northwest it’s been nice weather for three days straight — hardly any rain, lots of sun, enough to make one… happy? Yes, happy.

I’ve recently discovered the lovely and music of Dominik Eulberg thanks to my uber music nerd colleagues Piotr Orlov and Philip Sherburne. The Heimische Gefilde album is kicking my ass right now. It is the ideal electronical encomium to chill, relax and enjoy the day, to stop fretting about wireless modems or whatever else. Most of the album is meditative, minimal micro-house composed from samples of bird calls. Here’s an old piece about him from back when Kelefa Sanneh was writing for the New York Times.

Man, I’m out of it! Three years old in dance music is super old, after all. It’s like 21 years in any other music (aside from TermBo years, the garage-punk site which can go from adulation to scorn and back to the backlash against the backlash in like three weeks). Three years in dance music is not old enough to then be cool again (that’s scientifically proven to take seven human years, as much time as it takes the body to regenerate new cells.) But yeah — you should listen to this music. Today, whether it’s nice out or not. Is there other dance music made out of (non-human) animal noises? What a great idea.

—DJ Yeti