I saw the Dangerous Ponies at The Camel in RVA the other night and I fell in love. They have some musical similarities to older Yeah Yeah Yeahs except they have a happy-go-lucky sound. Basically, they fulfill quite a few of my musical needs. And they wear glitter. And give good hugs.
Even as I recognized his strong presence in the style of some of my favorite musicians — and even as I was drawn to his cutting, mournful wails while my toes tapped along to his tales — it was harder to put my finger on exactly what Johnson had to say to me all these years after he first sat down to put these songs on record in the 1930s….
But then his voice would reach out from under lost cultural touchstones and crackling records and grab hold of me.
I wish it was fall and the weather was still warm, but with slightly crisp as the sun goes down and the leaves were falling around me and this song would play in my head (or maybe out loud, if my life were a movie and ambient music just played randomly).