Pairs Well With…The Barr Brothers, The Felice Brothers, The Avett Brothers
The Wood Brothers may have started as a side project with Chris Wood putting in full-time with inventive jazz trio Medeski Martin & Wood, but it’s evident listening through their catalog that The Wood Brothers go all-in to acoustic, Americana roots. Their music is actually more inspired by the past than trying to recreate it, finding pop-leaning melodies that fit seamlessly into The Wood Brothers’ focus on harmonious focus on precise instrumentation. The Wood Brothers released their latest record last year and The Muse definitely shows an increase focus on both songwriting and production – a fine effort, indeed.
“It’s like you took a bottle of ink and you threw it at a wall. Smash! And all that ink spread. And in the middle, it’s dense, isn’t it? And as it gets out on the edge, the little droplets get finer and finer and make more complicated patterns, see? So in the same way, there was a big bang at the beginning of things and it spread. And you and I, sitting here in this room, as complicated human beings, are way, way out on the fringe of that bang. We are the complicated little patterns on the end of it. Very interesting. But so we define ourselves as being only that. If you think that you are only inside your skin, you define yourself as one very complicated little curlique, way out on the edge of that explosion. Way out in space, and way out in time. Billions of years ago, you were a big bang, but now you’re a complicated human being. And then we cut ourselves off, and don’t feel that we’re still the big bang. But you are. Depends how you define yourself. You are actually—if this is the way things started, if there was a big bang in the beginning— you’re not something that’s a result of the big bang. You’re not something that is a sort of puppet on the end of the process. You are still the process. You are the big bang, the original force of the universe, coming on as whoever you are. When I meet you, I see not just what you define yourself as—Mr so-and- so, Ms so-and-so, Mrs so-and-so—I see every one of you as the primordial energy of the universe coming on at me in this particular way. I know I’m that, too. But we’ve learned to define ourselves as separate from it. ”
― Alan Wilson Watts
The tranquility. The ambiance. The freedom. It is when darkness is most comforting. Nothing but you and the wheel, passing by an endless parade of lights as if it were Christmas. All the world is at peace and the chaos of reality sits, waiting for the first ray of light to eagerly start its process. In that moment, there are no thoughts. It is pure ecstasy. The perfect combination of velvet and silk running through your veins. With each swallow, as the tongue grinds the roof of your mouth, your body is filled with butterflies. It caresses your jawline and moves throughout your stomach and arms. Each breath makes you feel more and more alive. You roll up your blunt, filled with nothing but life. You are the highest you have ever been; high from the surreal presence encompassing your body. You know you aren’t alone. The moon coddles you, and everything is magnetized back to you as its center. You feel and can love right now because of the grace you have been given. It is the big man upstairs and you are on the ride of your life.
Once again: cop does crime, an innocent suffers, the perpetrators suffer little to no actual consequences, and even when there’s some minuscule attempt at “justice,” the taxpayers are on the hook for the misdeeds of their so-called “public servants.”