Robin Pecknold’s “Olivia, In A Separate Bed”

Olivia's new home, perhaps?

Robin Pecknold, frontman of the folk saviors The Fleet Foxes and arguably one of the best songwriters of his generation, released a demo of a song entitled “Olivia, In a Separate Bed.” As he describes in his post, Robin has intentions of changing the track. However, the song’s unembellished, raw character–both in lyrical content and in tune–give it a sense of vulnerability that grants the listener access to a window into the creator perhaps previously unseen in other work. That is to say, we hear Robin’s bitter longing for a lost lover. Regardless of whether or not it is in its final incarnation, the song stands upright for that reason alone.


Reptar’s “Sebastian”

Yeah, we’ve been waiting for this one. After teasing us with EP Oblangle Fizz Y’all  the kooked up boys from Reptar have dropped their first hint from up-coming full debut, Body Faucet. Besides evoking some particularly strange bodily imagery, the album and opening track “Sebastian” seems to have some promise. Lots of it.

Jammed with tribal percussion, steel drum samples and one surf-happy guitar, “Sebastian” is a perfect encapsulation of Reptar: crazed and care-free to the point of bliss. With lead singer Graham Ulicny doing his best Ezra Koenig impersonation– “Mixing my emotions, you just don’t care!” he wails–Reptar takes off on choral hollers and sets the bar high for the rest of its 11 tracks.

Reptar’s Body Faucet comes out in May 1 on Vagrant Records.

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Warren Hellman Public Celebration, 2/19/12

Just a few hundred yards away from the best bluegrass in the country, a man kicks back. It's Ocean Beach on a beautiful day, after all. (Ellen Huet/treeswingers)

Warren Hellman wore a sparkly jacket and loved bluegrass. He did other notable things — set up Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, created the Bay Citizen, made San Francisco a measurably more wonderful place — but those two details were astutely remembered Sunday as the biggest names in bluegrass gathered to say goodbye and thanks for living.

Posters illustrating Hellman's storied life line the Great Highway by the stages. (Ellen Huet/treeswingers)

On Sunday, crowds remembered him with banjo picking, blanket picnicking and kites whipping in the ocean breeze. Audiences smashed onto the Great Highway paved lots — much less comfortable than the grass of Hellman’s Hollow — while  the gruff and lovely tones of the performers rang out in memory of just one guy.

“When I go, don’t cry for me,” Buddy Miller sang as he closed his early-afternoon set. “In my father’s arms I’ll be. It don’t matter where you bury me — I’ll be home and I’ll be free.”

For a concert thrown together in about two months, Sunday’s sets ran seamlessly together and bounced crowds back and forth between the two facing stages like a slow-motion tennis match, one performer observed.  But in each set, short as they were, the singers had a chance to remember various aspects of Hellman’s long life.

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Shlohmo’s Vacation EP

This short three song EP from Shlohmo–LA’s maestro of muddied, mellow beats–finds the classically trained, maximally blunted producer trading in the live-session feel and soul-rending howls of his debut album, Bad Vibes, for something with a little more bounce to the ounce.

Vacation is a short but sweet slice of the young beatsmith’s gray matter, three songs under 15 minutes in which you can hear innovation and talent coalesce into a vibrant palette of sound that Shlohmo, born Henry Laufer, would use to paint the damn sky if they’d let him.

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A Note To Our Readers

Hello readers,

It’s been a while since we’ve had a self-reflecting post.

Treeswingers has been in existence for nearly two-and-a-half years, and it’s been a time of growth, development and maturity. We’ve gone from a team of four writers in college dorm rooms to a set a very talented set of 12 spread across the county at any given time. Thank you for continuing to visit us as your source for new and up-and-coming artists.

Last week, before throwing up our 509th  post on Friday morning, I attempted to use our Mediafire page to upload content. After accessing the page, I noticed that our whole inventory of uploads—two-and-a-half years of files—were gone. They had vanished into the deep recesses of the Internet without so much as a message or an email from Mediafire. Those files included playlists; mixes; our beloved, hand-drawn Treeswinger icons and, of course, songs.

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