We're just a day away from releasing our June issue, and we can't wait to share it with you. Thankfully, there's Now Playing to hold us over. Here's a preview of our wonderful contributors, what they've been playing lately, and what it means to them:
I’ve been playing Lithics new album “Mating Surfaces" on repeat: https://lithics.bandcamp.com/ They're one of my favorite bands from Portland who sound a little like some older favorites like The Fall and Red Krayola, but with a little more pop and zing.
The last thing I watched was a terrific documentary called “Don’t Think I’ve Forgotten” about Cambodian Rock and Roll from the 60’s and 70’s before the country’s thriving music scene was obliterated by the Khmer Rouge genocide. A hard film to watch, but necessary.
If I had to name one song for the past six months, it would be "Dreams" by Beck. I am also completely obsessed by two podcasts, A Way with Words and The World in Words. I listen to both faithfully, mainly while preparing elaborate, made-from-scratch meals for my vegan daughter.
The last thing I read/watched is the feed for Chiitan: https://twitter.com/love2chiitan. Chiitan is an otter that is famous in Japan and has their own show. Chiitan also has someone who dresses up as them as a mascot and often attempts to do ordinary tasks while wearing a big mascot suit. I think these videos are very funny, cute, and also soothing. There are a lot of times where I feel like I am trying to do basic tasks in a cumbersome mascot suit and am failing. Chiitan in the mascot suit is successful because of these mistakes. And I like that a lot. And I'm now in the weird space while writing this where I'm wondering if my current biggest role model is an anonymous person wearing a cute version of an otter suit? And I also didn't realize until I typed that out, that in an unexpected way I'm previewing my Split Lip story a little! Anyway, here's a link to my current favorite Chiitan mascot suit video: https://twitter.com/love2chiitan/status/970905567777574912
Somehow these tracks work together to remind me anything is possible. They let me forget genres—and my 9th grade English teacher Mrs. Pierce’s precious rules—and drown out that self-sabotaging voice of silver,