It’s not my world. This is a phrase that has fallen from my lips with a disappointed sigh a few times over the years. However, 2020 has seen these words (or others to the same effect; swearing is usually involved) escape from my mouth more often than not.
Yet, as challenging as 2020 can seem at times, it still has enjoyable moments, and one moment I’ve especially loved this week was listening to that phrase sung back to me by Virginian band The Ar-Kaics in their song, “It’s Not My World”.
This is a cool track from their June 12th compilation release, Ar-Kives: Volume 1, and it has the kind of pre-punk garage rock flavor I love to drive to. I hope you dig it too.
You can learn more about The Ar-Kaics here:
About the Curator - Jane Asylum
When my mother wasn’t walking around the house belting out early 60s’ girl-band lyrics, she was collecting compilation albums, specifically from K-Tel. She may not have had the most refined taste, but she enjoyed variety, or at least that’s what I recall. I poured over them all, preferring some sounds to others. And when I found the perfect song, I’d play it over and over until ready to perform my latest theatrical dance incarnation.
With my family all gathered on floral grey sofas in our basement apartment, I’d set the vinyl on the turntable of a brown fibreboard stereo and not-so-carefully lower the needle. It would pop, screech, and crackle before any music spilled from the weaved-wheat speakers. My toes would press, lift, and sweep through the blue-green shag carpet, my arms would flail, and the music would bass and treble through my soul.
I’m no longer that 6-year-old doing private-audience interpretive dance routines, but my passion remains just as intense. I have no special superpowers as a curator — just my love of sounds and lyrics that transport, transform, move, and make your body groove.