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Here at the Hive, we heart mail.  Mailbag is a recurring feature in which we hip you to artists seeking play via our email inbox.

Not too long ago, I got a pretty sweet email from a man named Jim — we shall call him Mr. Memory Drift from here on out — about a video they had produced for Blessed Feathers.  I watched (it was good, by the way) and then laid into the Blessed Feathers new self-titled album.  It was also good.  Goodness every-fucking-where, dudes.

Then like, life or some shit got in my path and I don’t know, this whole business fell by the wayside.  Which is upsetting.  But not super upsetting or anything because here I am, remedying that shit RIGHT NOW.

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Blessed Feathers :: Pawn Shop Blues [MP3]

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Here at the Hive, we heart mail.  Mailbag is a recurring feature where we hip you to artists seeking play via email.

First snow of the winter blanketed the ground this morning and driving through it late last night, as the wind tossed the flakes across the road, I realized that the presence of that specific type of precipitation was not sending me into a sad, angry spiral and planting urges in my head to leave the state for a warmer climate.  Perhaps it was the combination of moonshine, walnut brandy, and Jagermeister.  Most likely it was the company I kept last night, good people I met for the first time, gathered in a garage and assembled in tiny groups around fryers full of potatoes, fish, and cow balls.  Yes, cow balls.  It was probably the company on the way home and the company that was still here this morning.  Amazingly, I am fine with the snow and having company at all…

Anyway.  Snow is white.  So is this song.

Joe Holtaway :: Colour White [MP3]

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Here at the Hive, we heart mail.  Mailbag is a recurring feature where we hip you to artists seeking play via email.

Personal sidenote: I used to date this dude that thought it was funny to make light of Tori Amos’ rape (seriously) in front of myself and a super feminist Tori-loving pal of mine.  I’m telling you this so I can round it around and tell you what I told him: KNOW YOUR AUDIENCE, DUDES.  Do not send me those new punks jams you’re cranking out in Australia.  Say what you will about that country, I hate punk.  And if you’re gonna tell me your sound resembles “The Beetles”, the least you can do is spell it right.  And George Harrison’s name was not ‘Greg’, you cuss.

Conner Youngblood does not make punk jams in Australia.  In fact, I’ve no idea how to sum up what Mr. Youngblood is laying down but that’s not necessary.  Jam on it.

Conner Youngblood :: Monsters [MP3]

Conner Youngblood :: Your Favorite Weapon [MP3]