Showing posts with label Dorcas Morton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dorcas Morton. Show all posts

DORCAS MORTON
“People I’ve Never Met”
(Physics Engine)



Can you imagine if The Books, both Nick Zammuto and Paul de Jong, recorded an album with Wes Anderson? Me neither! I’ve got some great news, though, in case a pairing like that strikes you the right way. Dorcas Morton, the fake-ass name of Boston’s Brian Paulding, releases music that sounds exactly like that. Paulding uses all kinds of instruments within a home-recorded paradigm, and enlists his pals Clap and Willard on a couple of tracks to help out with spoken-word story-vocals, or, uh, chainsaw. And clarinet.

The tape is awesome, because I love me some Books, so it’s right up my alley to begin with. It’s folky, it’s collage-y, and it features lots of samples of people – presumably the people Dorcas Morton has never met (the title!). Paulding even calls People “a tape for tinkerers,” and there’s no way anyone can argue with that. It sounds like there’s a lot of minute detail he sweated over. Composing these songs must have been a lot of fun. And I’m not even a spoken word/poetry fan in any sense, yet I did enjoy the excursions down those paths. The whole thing just makes me happy a lot, and a grin this big can’t go unnoticed. Here you go, I’m sharing it with you! J)))))))))))

It’s also from 2013, so it’s a straggler – give it some extra love.




--Ryan Masteller

DORCAS MORTON
“Service Animal” C45
(Physics Engine)


If my heart, mind, and soul weren’t already blackened by the academic noise-worship I’ve been obsessed with over the last few years, this here guy would make me feel F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S & shit, with all his dead serious weaving of humor, sentimentality, conversational snippets, minimal beats poetry & laid back instrumental jams that at times recall the mellowest Shipping News tracks, but often explore lazier/jazzier Sunday afternoon memoryscapes. This American Life could probably do well to pay this guy to provide the sonic backdrop for about a million more shows to come. Writing a memoir and having a hard time digging up those saccharine vignettes? Here’s some sense-stimuli that oughta dust off the ol’ dendrites! Whenever full on songs make an appearance, sincerity is sung such that jaded eyes might roll like hamster wheels, which is a nice break from the ubiquitous sarcasm of life portrayed in this ‘information age’, at least for me, with my blackened heart, mind, and soul, which are now slightly softer, if not simply decomposing at an accelerated pace.

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- - Jacob An Kittenplan