Jordan Daniel

Whether Jordan is writing acoustically under moniker Borderline Angelic, scratching out club beats with experimental project Electric Dreams Fantasy Boy, exploring 8-bit sounds and field recording with the electronic Pareidolia, or even playing homage to David Byrne and early ska in Captain Sizzle At The CBGB - the founder of Sudden Epidemic and the "voice" of Jane Lane plays music wherever he goes.

When not dancing the tango with lady Music herself, Jordan enjoys croquet, Regina Spektor, cooking, The Dark Knight, Magic: The Gathering, composition notebooks, horror movies, Terry Gilliam, concerts, quidditch, Blue Indigo, Mel Brooks, Richard Linklater, Photoshop, the internet, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, milk, Stanley Kubrick, new wave, Moog, the color pink, and the number 136.

You And Me And The Beautiful Aerial View Of Sunset City

In an attempt to connect the proverbial dots - all the things I have mentioned in past entries - I will be posting a new music selection weekly.  These posts will only be available to followers of MMLI (gasp).  So, I figured we'd start this off the future weeks with a bang:



Braid
Frame & Canvas
Released: 1998
Label: Polyvinyl

Wow, Braid.  What to say...?  Founded 1993 in Champaign, Illinois.  Something I like to call "emo" - the musical energy brought forth by bands such as Rites Of Spring and Sunny Day Real Estate, NOT the mass-produced glamourization of shaggy haircuts, eyeliner on boys, and Gerard Way.  Braid is considered to be one of the most influential acts of their time - a fantastic bridge between the hardcore foundations of Dischord Records (most famously Fugazi) and bands with deeper pop roots such as Jimmy Eat World.  If I haven't already convinced you that you have to listen to this, would the fact that Alternative Press hailed "Frame & Canvas" as the #10 emo album of all time help?  Check it.

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0;0: A Reflection On Rebirth

There is nothing but dark.  Dark existence - blind interference and mindless paths.  Figures within a void.  We crash into each other's lifeless bodies and then ricochet off into the empty space without any word.  Darkness fills every pore of our bodies - blackening our blood and tunring our hearts into iron and burning clockwork.  We can barely breathe let alone live - suffocation and choking lifelessness overwhelming.

There is no chance of escape; no broken cries for release.  We have given up all of those futile attempts at survival.  We have accepted this.

AND THEN! - in a brilliant display of unexplicable purity - small knives of light begin to pierce the dark clouds, and angels sweep away the dust from above.  The brightest colors from every edge of the spectrum come alive around us and burn endless possibility into our eyes.  They dance and sing and a life that one one can truly understand blankets the world and rids our lives of the endless darkness.

Light reflecting; refracting - shining, glittering dreams of crystal beauty.  The warmth returns to our crippled hands and an incomprehensible machine starts slowly groaning into motion.  It's progression; happiness - divinity within the simple moments that were taken for granted.  The moments that lost us to darkness.

Our hands give us touch; gentleness - something long forgotten in our haphazard stumbling.  Our eyes give us sight; hope.  Our tongues taste the world within every color we see - taking in the air with renewed purpose.

And our feet give us the dance - to dance away our nightmares and the shadows.

History.