One of the great thrills of writing a blog like mine is coming upon records like this. Ones which will never so much as get a mention from Mojo, Uncut or The Guardian but strike me as every bit as special as the ones they cover. More often, because of what they come to mean to me.
This morning a Pittsburgh based musician named Don Ducote, who joins the dots between Lo-Fi and Experimental Indie practice on his magical latest record Dollar Consolation Prize.
A record that made me think of Beirut, Sufjan, Mercury Rev, Joanna Newsom, Dark Tea, The Shins and all those guys at different moments of its spin. Outsiders and dreamers, toiling away on seams of thought through guitars and more unworldly instruments in upstairs bedrooms and reaching for the stars they see twinkling in the night time sky as they stare into the night from behind their net curtains.
Not a record with memorable tunes exactly but certainly one which casts a spell that traces its roots back to The Fugs, The Merry Pranksters, Cassidy, Ginsburg and Kerouac and beyond.
I loved Dollar Consolation Prize almost immediately. It makes its own rules and drifts off from there into the starry night guided by the windpower of its dreams. An enchanting record and journey.
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