Camper Van Beethoven – The Light From a Cake

I’m alternating between heavy and light
Between meaning and nonsense
And having a drink
I have counted all the lines on the road
Between here and los angeles
That pass straight below
And I’m dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head
’cause you move just like you’re a train
Not like a car, no, no, it would never be the same
And the light from your eyes is like the light from a cake
I was thinking of a cake
To lift off this burden
To lighten this weight
One sweet little cake
Dervishes run the head of a pin
We are sleeping like angels
And living like devils again
And I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to break
And reveal some small, irrelevant truth
’cause we move like we are suspended in ether
And the light from your eyes spills from the moon

Gold Panda – You

Gold Panda

The journey to his current illuminated standings has been long and intermittently strange. Having spent downtime behind the counters of various establishments of ill repute – finding out that record stores and adult stores are no less seedier than each other. GP consolidated the rest of his hours creating archives of electronic music; each track different from the other, incorporating multitudes of styles and disparate influences and obscure samples and base material.

Pantha du Prince – Lay in a Shimmer

Hala Strana – Stouthreif

Some might remember this song from a compilation I made a few years ago. Hala Strana is a project of Steven R. Smith. He traveled around Eastern Europe recording Roma/Gypsy musicians and used these recordings as a basis for this musical project. This song is (what’s the word?) sublime.

Stan Getz and Charlie Byrd – Samba Triste

A song which has come to represent an introduction to new worlds, youth, late nights, curiosity and discovery. A soundtrack for a wonderful part of my life. It remains one of my all time favorites.

Margaret Barry-My Lagan Love

In honor of San Patricio Day, a beautiful rendition of My Lagan Love by Margaret Barry, a favorite interpreter of traditional Irish tunes. Her love of music and the spirit it contains probably was influenced by her Traveller background. In the UK, Travellers are also known as Gypsies and there is a historical and cultural connection to Gypsies in other parts of Europe.

A little on Margaret Barry:

Margaret Barry 1917-1989
By Ronan Nolan
THE raw, uncompromising voice of the street singer had to carry above the noisy chatter of the fair or football crowd. Ballad singer Margaret Barry rarely failed to gain attention with her gutsy voice, pronounced Cork accent and simple banjo accompaniment.
She was born in Peter Street, Cork, in 1917, into a family of travellers. Her grandfather, Bob Thompson, was an accomplished uilleann piper who had won the first Feis Ceoil in Dublin in 1897 and again in 1898 in Belfast. Both her parents and uncles were street musicians. She taught herself to play the five-string banjo and could also play the fiddle.

From the Rambling House website.

You can also hear one of my favorite Margaret Barry tunes here, from my previous post on the San Patricio Battalion.

Margaret Barry-The Turfman from Ardee