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Objects are important to our everyday lives, no matter what their function.  Mike Silver, who goes by the alias CFCF, tries to bring music to everyday essentials that we take for granted on his newest and strongest album yet, Music for Objects.

In 2012, CFCF released the beautiful and sophisticated work Exercises. It really hit at the heart of the life of a person in a year during each turning season and the feelings that one conveys.  It was very piano driven and focused on Silver’s skills as a composer. Silver again creates something focused on his skills as a classical musician with this current album.

The most interesting part of Music for Objects is how vast and wonderful each song can be simply named by everyday objects such as “Glass,” “Bowl,” and “Lamp.”  One could come up words that are deeper and more sophisticated to describe each track, but Silver likes the listener to not focus on the song titles; rather, he wants them to focus on the feeling of the music.

This album is more than just the music. It shows the complexity of everyday things that we take for granted.   Silver sees objects and creates masterful Philip Glass-esque landscapes that invoke many feelings of desperation, optimism, and even sadness.  The track that is worth listening to is  “Camera” – a true builder that starts off slow and becomes something so refreshing and uplifting.

Check this album out if you are looking for something to meditate to or focus on the world around you.  This is one of the best albums this year.

Classically Yours,






1.  CFCF- “Glass”

2. Jay Z- “Tom Ford”

3. Postiljonen- “Atlantis”

4. Jenny Lanza- “Kathy Lee”

5. Twin Peaks- “Irene”

6. F—k Buttons- “Hidden XS”

7. Peals- “Floating Leaf”

8. Whirr- “Around”

9. Boat Club- “Memories”

10. Pity Sex- “Wind-Up”

11. Cliff Martinez- “Wanna Fight”

12. Joey Bada$$ (ft. Smoke DZA)- Death of Yolo

13. Keith Jarrett, Gary Peacock, Jack DeJohnette- “Tonight”

14. Weekend- “July”


Classically Yours,




The piano has always been my favorite instrument.  I love the sounds it makes and the feelings that it can create.  I would say most of the music I listen to is very piano driven; many artists I adore play it.  That being said, I hope to one day play this magnificent instrument, as it has always been so fascinating to me.

During my senior year of college, I took what would turn out to be my favorite class – Creative Writing.  It challenged my imagination and helped keep my mind focused on things to write about. I had the pleasure of meeting Cecily Robertson in this particular class.  I found her to be one of the most creative and entertaining writers.  I couldn’t wait for class to start when we would be able to read our classmates works because she wrote some of the most fascinating reads.

This piece “Fingers” is one of the coolest, darkest stories that Cecily wrote for our class.  It really hit me, and I still to this day think about it.  This truly hits the heart of any person who strives to love with passion so much it hurts.  I hope you enjoy it and also, check out her blog Humor Her.


I remember when I first started. Mother made me, and I couldn’t stand the damn thing. The sound was too loud for my ears. I couldn’t touch the ground, but I couldn’t reach the keys unless I sat on a cushion. I remember when Mary hid a Robin’s egg under it, hoping it would keep warm and hatch, and then I forgot and accidentally sat on it. Icried and cried for the poor bird, and Mary didn’t shed a tear. She just kept shaking her finger and yelling. Those strings and hammers were bad luck from the start. I dreaded going to Mr. Roeper’s house every Wednesday for lessons. Tuesday night Mother would ask how much practicing I had done, and I would say “none” because I always thought honesty was the best policy. Then I’d have to spend all night plunking away at the keys instead of watching my shows with Mary. I hated that piano. Always making me feel stupid. I wasn’t stupid. But every time Mr. Roeper said, “Ah, ah, ah, that’s a flat, not a sharp, Maggie,” I felt like breaking my fingers as an excuse not to come back.

 I guess all those years of lessons and missing my shows caught up to me, because one day it clicked. And then Mother and Mr. Roeper made me play at nursing homes, and then at recitals with teenagers who were actually decent, and then the piano started consuming my life. I didn’t know what to do after school. College wasn’t an option, so I signed on with my high school choir teacher and started accompanying our school choir for a stint. And when they made it to a statewide competition, my name made the concert program. Some man approached me at the competition and asked if I would play in his concert hall. I agreed, and then my name was showing up other places. I was giving plenty of recitals on my own, so I stopped playing with the choir. People thought I was talented.

And then I was playing in front of real, big audiences with people who called themselves fans. I still can’t pinpoint how it happened. I guess it’s a good thing people like to talk so much. I’m just glad they were doing it with each other and not me. When people did coax something out of me they usually looked like they regretted it.

Lack of social graces and all, my name went up in lights after one of my mother’s connections invited me to play at the Saenger Theater. And I loved it. Not so much the name in lights, but the piano. To tell the truth, I tried not to pay too much attention to my name, and I tried to pay even less attention to the audience. I just liked to walk in, sit down at the keys, and play without looking up. My hands were so fast I could hardly see them. I breathed in through my mouth and out through my fingers. Playing required no thought. It doesn’t now, either, but it takes my fingers longer to react than it does my brain to tell them where to go. Sometimes I feel like I’ve been sitting there for more than a minute, watching my fingers before they start to move. Old age is everything Mother said it would be.

And now it hurts. I started taking Aleve, like Mother used to, and it still hurts. Maybe if I hadn’t played until my fingers cramped every Tuesday night. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much now. One less concert here, one less there, and maybe I would’ve been all right. Funny how a person changes. How a burden becomes a passion, and then a memory. There’s a piano in the home here, and every once in a while one of these fools will meander over to it and plunk out an old tune. They keep it tuned; I asked them. I played regularly when I first moved in, and people would come and sit and listen.

Workers and geezers like me alike. But I’m too embarrassed to play now. Especially after I told them about my younger days and now they insist on introducing me as “the magnificent Maggie.” It comes so fast in my memory, but plays so slow on my hands. I guess I didn’t have to move here when I did, but Mother and Mary were gone, so coming here felt like a natural progression. I only would’ve been able to play a few more years before people started turning me away. And I certainly didn’t want to teach any bratty children; God bless Mr. Roeper.

Sometimes children come here to give recitals. When they’ve got one scheduled someone always makes it a point to let me know, and I go. Sometimes I sit at the chair closest the piano, so I can watch their frustrated faces. I don’t like to admit I sit that close because I’m an old lady who’s hard of hearing. So sometimes I look down at the lobby from my fourth floor balcony and rely on the acoustics to carry their tunes. The unsure pauses and accidental keystrokes are a sort of music on their own. I listen for every mistake, and clap the loudest for the child who makes the most. Sometimes if they’re really god-awful I talk to them afterward. Tell them my life story. Hold on to their shoulders to make sure they stay ‘til I’m done. A few of them take pity on me and ask me to play them something. And when I’m done I look up at them and see them looking back at me as if to say “Why, you’re no better than I am, you old kook.” “Well, I use to be a lot better,” I tell them. “Before I got so old and senile. Not that you know what that means.”

It wasn’t worth it. I knew from the beginning I wasn’t cut out for it. But Mother made me. I would’ve been happy working 9-5, making decent money and keeping my name to myself. I curse these fingers every day. I could forgive them when they slipped and broke Mother’s vase, forgive them for taking so long to feed me my pudding, forgive them for scaring the children who visit. But I will never forgive them for what they took from me. And I will fight them until the day I die.

Classically Yours,


Boards of Canada

·      First album in over 7 years.

·      The marketing plan for this album started with a random Record Store Day “12” that eventually sold on eBay for $5,700.

·      The duo streamed the album live in the desert a week before the actual release.

The artwork for the new Boards of Canada is a a landscape for the new album… A gentle morning fog that consumes one’s mind. BOC has been known to make albums that, I feel, create a mellow and sophisticated atmosphere that is very unforgettable.  It’s been seven years since The Campfire Headphase, and I believe they have created another masterpiece with their newest album.

The album Music Has the Right To Children was the opening to this very futuristic and well developed electronic duo.  Since then, I dwelled into their small but perfected catalog of music, making me yearn for more.  BOC had a fantastic maketing plan this year, which made it possible for the public to get their hands on this magnificent record, Tomorrow’s Harvest.

This album is a good mix of BOC and the eeriness of a John Carpenter score.  It’s a record that you want to listen to during a long car ride with beautiful scenery, but with overcast skies.  To me, this record was exactly what I was looking for – not too weird but enough to keep my mind creatively thinking about how BOC was able to achieve the strange and post-apocalyptic movie type sounds that I have always been so fond of them making.  The song “Reach for the Dead” describes this type of music the duo has been creating for over a decade.

I am in love with this record and glad to finally hold it in my hands and proclaim to the world “Finally! BOC put out a new album and it rules!”

Classically Yours,


This month was filled with some of the best electronic and rap albums. New Boards of Canada and Kanye West, just to mention a few, were on the top of my list.

New comers like Disclosure, who put out a really impressive dance debut and J. Cole who kills it with his record Born Sinner (a contender for my favorite rap album this year) were all a part of my current list.

Also included is an impressive first track by my homie Blake, giving you just a taste of his GhostGoth project! Enjoy the tunes.

Classically Yours,




Today, I bought my tickets to see my favorite rapper Drake.  I have seen him once before and it remains my favorite concert of all time. He is nothing but a performer -he is passionate about what he does and that is what I love most about him.

A preppy gent like myself may not fit your general idea of someone being a Drake fan. Let me explain to you why he gets me and I bump his music on the reg.

Drake, unlike other rappers seems to focus on things such as life, love, and family rather than your typical “Clubbin,” “Bitches,” and “Weed,” type of subject matter.  I remember being the guy who said, “Why would anyone listen to Drake? He is just another rapper who focuses on garbage that I don’t believe in.” Well, upon a further listen (especially with the album Take Care) I saw a man who not only comes from a good background, but one who had emotions and feelings like myself.

On the song “Doing it Wrong,” he says “We live in a generation of, not being in love, and not being together but we sure make it feel like we together cause we are scared to see each other with someone else.” I feel like I can relate to him and his search for a love that truly matters and means something but at the same time, seeing a modern world where such ideas may not exist.

Drake will forever be my favorite rapper for many of the reasons I have said but also because he continues to put out tunes that stick with me.  He is passionate about what he raps about and the music he creates.  I aspire to have his confidence and his creativity. October’s Own Forever.

Classically Yours,


Hipster Tuesday


·      Started in late 2009

·      This is a day that the great minds of my crew come together and discuss the great music of the week over dinner, coffee and a movie.

·      The name comes from my friend Coop’s wife Sarah, who jokingly called it “Hipster Tuesday.”

·      We eat at the same restaurant since the first day we commenced the meeting

·      Coffee is still at the same joint.

·      The crew decides on a movie we all want to watch each week.

·      The crew has nothing but fun, and laughs the entire night.

This is one of my favorite parts of the week, when I kick it with my crew who includes Coop, Snyd, Blake, and  Tuck. It has produced some of the most memorable and quotable nights.  I can remember when we first started the Tuesday routine back, back in the day and how it finally felt like I was forming the most solid crew of friends that would forever be my friends.  We swap music, tell stories, and simply have the best time.  This hasn’t changed and I hope that it continues to remain the same for years to come.

 Classically Yours,



Beach House

In 2009, I listened to a song that forever changed my perception of how a great song could be created. This song was so infectious and so catchy.  The band Beach House really captured my feelings both inside and outside of my college life. For someone who is seeking answers swimming through an ocean of possibilities, “Norway” is truly representative of these feelings:

Hang on to the things that you’re supposed to say
Millions of stars; they open to your fate

This song was stuck in my head until the album Teen Dream dropped. It was perfect from beginning to end, starting with the somber but uplifting  “Zebra” and closing out with the song “Take Care.”

To this day, it remains as the album I feel explains not only me, but also my search for what I choose to be in life. It shows a world where dreams are not just dreams; they can, in fact, be made into something real. Teen Dream is a true inspiration for those seeking that thing, whatever it may be, that he or she may not see as possible.  This album stands amongst other as my favorite and is one that is and always will be a constant spin in my music collection.

Classically Yours,


IG Top Albums copy


A$AP Rocky- Long.Live.ASAP

Jose James- No beginning No End

Tegan and Sara- Heartthrob


Local Natives- Hummingbird

Foxygen- We are the 21st Century Ambassadors of Peace and Magic

The Lone Bellow- Lone Bellow

Bleeding Rainbow- Yeah Right

Ducktails- Flower Lane

Mountians- Centeralia

Nosaj Thing- Home

Ex Cops- True Hallucinations


Night Beds- Country Sleep

Grouper- The Man Who Died in His Boat

Inc.- No World

Adam Green and Binki Shapiro- Adam Green and Binki Shapiro

My Bloody Valentine- MBV

Atoms for Peace- Amok

Atlas Genius- When it Was Now

Frightened Rabbit- Pedestrian Verse

Kavinky- Outrun

Darkstar- News from Nowhere

Bryan Ferry- Jazz Age

Autre Ne Veut- Anxiety

Foals- Holy Fire

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds- We know Who U R

Lady Lamb the Beekeeper- Ripley Pine

Mister Lies- Mowgli

Mount Mariah- Miracle Temple

Jamie Lidell- Jamie Lidell

William Tyler- Impossible Truth

Wayne Shorter- Without a Net


Rhye- Woman

Giffarge- Needs

Fear of Men- Early Fragments

Kate Boy- Northern Lights (EP)

Torres- Torres

Beniout Pioulard- Hymnal

Blue Hawaii- Untogether

Golden Grrrls- Golden Grrrls

Wild Belle- Isles

David Bowie- The Next Day

Josh Rouse- Happiness Waltz

Alice Smith- She

How to Destroy Angles- Welcome Oblivion

Josh Ritter- The Beasts in its Tracks

Matt Costa- Matt Costa

Next Collective- Coverart

Shout Out Louds- Optica

Boy- Mutual Friends

Chvrches- Recover

Depeche Mode- Delta Machine

Justin Timberlake- 20/20 Experience

Little Green Cars- Absolute Zero

Low- The Invisible Way

Madeleine Peyroux- Blue Room

The Men- New Moon

Phosphorescent- Muchacho

Martyn- Newspeak (EP)

Young Dreams- Between Places

Milk Carton Kids- Ash & Clay


Phoenix- Bankrupt!

Daughter- If you Leave

James Blake- Overgrown

The Knife- Shaking the Habitual

Charles Bradley- Victim of Love

Caveman- Caveman

Bonobo- North Borders

Little Green Cars- Absolute Zero

Besnard Lakes- Until in Excess, Imperceptible UFO

Bleached- Ride Your Heart

Olafur Arnalds- For Now I Am Winter

Carla Bruni- Little French Songs

The Neighbourhood- I Love You

Blu- York

M83- Oblivion Soundtrack

Colin Stetson-New History Warfare Vol 3: To See More Light

Tokimonsta- Half Shadows

Big K.R.I.T.- King Remembered In Time

Charlie XCX- True Romance


Major Lazer- Free the Universe

Ghostface Killah & Adrian Younge- Twelve Reasons To Die

Lord Raja- Rubies (EP)

Houses- A Quiet Darkness

Julia Brown- To be Close to You

No Joy- Wait to Pleasure


Vampire Weekend- Modern Day Vampires

Daft Punk- R.A.M.

The National- Trouble Will Find Me

Savages- Silence Yourself

Deerhunter- Monomania

Still Corners- Strange Pleasures

Boxer Rebellion- Promises

V/A- Putumayo Presents: Vintage France

These New Puritans- Field of Reeds

Pure X- Crawling Up The Stairs


Marques Toliver- Land of CanAan

V/A- After Dark 2

Adult- The Way Things Fall

Mount Kimbie- Cold Spring Fault Less Youth

Laura Marling- Once I Was an Eagle

Dirty Beaches- Drifters/ Love is the Devil

Ryan Hemsworth- Still Awake

The-Dream- IV Play

MSMR- Secondhand Rapture

Mikal Cronin- MCII

Alpine- A Is for Alpine

Chance The Rapper- Acid Rap

Koreless- Yugen – EP

Beaches- She Beats

She & Him- Volume 3

Say Lou Lou- Julian – EP

Classically Yours,


May was another month filled with great music. Here is my playlist for it:

1. Marques Toliver- “CanAan”

2. She & Him- “I’ve Got Your Number Son”

3. Cloud Boat- “Lions on the Beach”

4. Dirty Beaches- “Night Walk”

5. Yeah Yeah Yeahs- “Sacrilege”

6. Jay-Z- “$100 Bill”

7. Ryan Hemsworth- “Empty Thoughts Over A Shallow Ocean”

8. Haim- “Falling”

9. Mikal Cronin- “Weight”

10. Adult- “Idle (Second Thoughts)”

11. Mount Kimbie- “You Took Your Time (Feat. King Krule)”

12. Say Lou Lou- “Fool of Me (Feat. Chet Faker)”

13. Pure X- “Someone Else”

14. Koreless- “Sun”

15. Vampire Weekend- “Step”

16. Ms Mr- “Dark Doo Wop”

17. Madeline Peyroux- “La Javanaise”

18. Beaches- “Send Them Away”

19. The National- “Fireproof”

20. Dungeoneese- “Nightlight”

21. Still Corners- “Berlin Lovers”

22. Savages- “She Will”

23. Allo Darlin’- “Lets Go Swimming”

24. Pia Fraus- “Mute the Birds (Feat. Ulrich Schnauss)”

25. Daft Punk- “Doin’ it Right”

26. Chance the Rapper- “Chain Smoker”

27. Alpine- “Multiplication”

28. MS MR- “Hurricane (CHVRCHES Remix)”