This is The Pick - three things that I'm into a month. Why only three things? Why once a month? Because we're all busy people, that's why. Now stop slacking, and get reading.
The shoulder strap bag. You can man it up by referring to Indiana Jones, or mock it with a dismissive “murse”. But it’s a bag that’s best for a light load, and has a dash of urban adventure. And the single strap is a lot like wearing a guitar.
I bought this rather expensive bag as one of the few indulgences I have allowed myself (other than guitar equipment, of course). It’s big enough to carry my office (laptop, phone, notepad, book) or the dad kit - change pad, plastic bag, diaper, wipes, some food, spoon, burp cloth.
It’s been worn down, torn apart, and lovingly repaired by my partner. It’s been re-waxed a few times and probably needs another treatment. I love it because it looks better with age, it wears its scars well. Sometimes I’ve looked to see if I can replace it, but they don’t make this version anymore, and everything else just isn’t as interesting.
When Torres howls “happens all the time” she might remind you of Nico, but the effect amplifies the fact that you don’t give a shit about how you sound when you’re hurtin’. You’re listening to the equivalent of looking at someone ugly cry. Like Bjork, I love that she doesn’t always sound beautiful. Unlike Bjork, Torres is someone you imagine at the local dive bar, alone in the corner, nursing a beer and slowly peeling the label off.
The track builds, the drums get louder, the bass comes in, the guitars get get completely saturated, and Torres releases whatever demon has possessed her larynx. If this track by Torres doesn’t make you believe that you’ll always feel better if you get louder, I’m not sure I can help you. Next time you’re down - really down - don’t whisper it.
A collection of the best new buildings of 2015? This was an easy choice. It's like I'm not even trying here.