Hey guys, it’s me Aimsel. But just for a moment. I’ve had the true pleasure of being job-shadowed for the past couple of days by Cape Elizabeth High School graduating Senior Eamon Kelley, 18. I asked him to jot down some thoughts about music. When he sent me what he had come up with I couldn’t believe my eyes. This guy’s gonna go far. Mark my words. And now…for Eamon’s words.
There’s a sense of accomplishment that comes when you discover an artist. It’s a sort of “A-ha!” moment that’s hard to find elsewhere, unearthing some bizarre underground band to ramble about to uninterested coworkers and friends. You can even do the same with some artist that everyone’s already heard of! When I saw Beck at the State Theatre two summers ago while knowing next to nothing about his music, it was like a magical universe of folk unfolding before me. I didn’t even start listening to Radiohead until a year ago. That’s late.
I aim to live up to my self-imposed title of “Indie Garbage Extraordinaire” as much as possible. The prospect of having difficulty naming a favorite band due to the sheer number of voices cluttering my Spotify is really exciting to me. If everyone’s raving about this new release from some otherwise unremarkable artist, I’ve just gotta listen to it, right?! Repeat this process about 25 or so times and you end up with my music library. I like living in the moment with music. One of the few reasons why I listen to an artist’s back catalogue is to better understand what they’re trying to say in the present. That, or it’s good to rely on classics when there’s nothing else that’s really attention-grabbing.
Given the recent influx of great acts playing shows in Portland, it should be easier to become an authority on all things obscure. I’ve already got some shows from reasonably renowned artists on my calendar, including Japan-via-New York alt-pop innovators Cibo Matto on June 30, the ever-reliable and diligent post-punk ensemble Interpol on July 20, charismatic former Fleet Foxes drummer Father John Misty on August 3, and jangle-pop professional slacker Mac DeMarco on August 12. It’d be nice to find something even more unknown, but I’ll settle with what I got. Although, such a star-studded lineup could hardly be described as settling.
Right now, I’ve got a clogged backlog of artists to listen to. Having a fair amount of friends interested in the same kind of music results in the feeling of having a bunch of cooler older siblings. Records recommended to me recently include, but are not limited to, Squarepusher’s Hard Normal Daddy, Teen Dream by Beach House, Deerhunter’s Halcyon Digest, Virgins by Tim Hecker and the majority of Blur and Grizzly Bear’s combined discography. Listening to all of that at once might cause symptoms including insanity and sudden aneurysm, so I’m giving myself ample time to take it all in. For me, discovering an artist I really like means a brief period of obsession before inevitably moving on to something else, so it’s only fair to not throw so much musical miscellany at myself all at one moment. Falling in love with music takes time.
Here’s the Beach House video for “Silver Soul”
And here’s Grizzly Bear with “Two Weeks”