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From yesterday 😘🖤

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Lost in that smile.

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moodboard: blue heaven

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self portrait of me, oil on wood, for painting class

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David Long & Shane O’Neill — And you can’t dream that (Country Pylon)

Photo by Noel Farrell and Sabrina Colley

And you can't dream that by David Long & Shane O'Neill

David Long and Shane O’Neill are two Irish musicians of a certain age, who had their brush with the mainstream a few decades ago, Long with the stark Joy Division-influenced post-punk of Into Paradise, O’Neill with the early 1990s new wave Blue in Heaven, which seems to have taken a page from the Bunnyman handbook. Both groups had their fans, but neither broke big in the way that, likely, everyone hoped. The two work together in the guitar-fuzzed, hook happy Supernaut and, since the turn of this decade, in a series of duet recordings: a pair of singles, the soundtrack for the short film Whelve, an EP called the Age of Falling Stars and now And you can’t dream that. This latest album is quite good, surprisingly varied and utterly beguiling, as good as an argument as you could construct for making music for the joy of it.

“The Last Night” is a shambling, shuffling, bittersweet beauty, akin to vintage Teenage Fanclub the way that blistered guitars erupt from wistful melodies. It mourns the gentrification of Dublin, not likely something that would have bothered Long or O’Neill in their heyday, but that’s the only hint of age. “Memory” moves faster, a blur of guitar propulsion that recalls the Feelies. It’s a delicate balance of romp and daydream. The hard backbone of drum and riff melt into echo-sheathed rainbows.

“It Comes and Goes” dips back into the two musicians’ post-punk-into-new-wave beginnings, a rifle shot beat puncturing romantic flourishes of string, baroque swoops of sung melody. The title track saunters trippily, a miasma of overtones enveloping Primal Scream-ish slashing drones. It’s the black leather basic rock song of this particular disc, a little blues in its slanting vamp. Elsewhere the floor pulses with strobe flashes, as on pulsing “Taxi,” a psychedelic raver wrapped around confessional songwriting.

The point is that the songs are all different in subtle ways and all quite good. These songs have soft, self-revealing centers, but bristle with banging rock noise.  Here’s to second acts that sound like they could be first ones, and records made for their own rewards. 

Jennifer Kelly

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Dog friendly Key West: Here are some places you and your pup will enjoy

People often say that when dogs (or even people) get old, they’re no longer cut out for traveling. While getting older sometimes can bring limitations and disease, it’s not impossible to travel and I think that going on a little adventure every now and again is good for the soul and for the mind. After having travelled with Rocky, my now 14-year old bull terrier, for several years, we have been…

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