and if I could introduce them to you,

I would make the elite folk of Nantes know about Beirut's "Nantes". I feel sometimes I might have been conceived in France, rather than in Great Britain. 'Rents took the wrong honeymoon train, maybe? I enjoy these sounds; they are calling to shambled, heartbroken people everywhere, or to the friendly train-dependent, late night peeps of the underground--ever lovely, ever patient. The ones who only get noticed when things haven't gone as planned. To the little boy and his grandma in Nimes: this is yours.

I'd also recommend, for all my good buddies around the world, all my sad friends in lit-up cities and quiet down provinces, to the sounds of Leonard Cohen's "I Loved You in the Morning". Pretty much my go-to song for when I start to miss everyone.

Sam Beam is the Samwise to my Frodo

Not even a new song; this one's for nostalgia.

Lion's Mane - Iron & Wine

Find it, serenade it, make babies to it. Do with it what you like. But please, get this in yer head.

thee old ricemilk list:

many years ago I'd be here:

slow jam - four tet
cut up piano and xylophone - fridge
great ghosts - mt. eerie
flag in hand - a northern chorus

funny how life turns.

L.