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Song of the Day: Danger Mouse & Daniele Luppi - Season’s Trees (Starring Norah Jones)…

You know, I’ve always wondered why I never really fucked with coffee shops in any incarnation whatsoever (Starbucks, local spots, wherever). I mean, I like all the shit they serve there - drinks/pastries usually and I like pretentious girls (you usually find them at the local spots, they wouldn’t be caught dead at a Starbucks), yet I rarely frequent coffee shops.

But I think I just figured it out. I never go to coffee shops because every time I hit one up I unfailingly hear some Norah Jones shit. That’s not a terrible thing at all. She’s beautiful and talented as fuck. The problem is that (and let’s keep this a secret) her sultry voice gives me a semi (pause? Used to have the same issue with Sade, but she has wrinkles now, so whatever). It’s hard (no pun intended) to function like a normal human being in public when you’re doing the stankee leg in order to distract attention away from the potential embarrassment on tap. Hey, we all have our issues.

My apologies for all of that. You should know what to expect here by now, so it’s really on you. This slow burner is off Danger Mouse and Daniele Luppi’s ‘Rome’. You should know Danger Mouse’s pedigree by now if you’re a self-respecting music fan and I don’t know jack shit about Daniele Luppi, but I can guess from the tone of this project that he’s probably into Spaghetti Westerns. And that he’s Italian? That’s all the ‘research’ I’m willing to do on that. ‘Rome’ is largely a collection of songs in this vein, some instrumental and others featuring either Norah Jones or Jack White (yep, that Jack White - from the now defunct White Stripes - pour out some PBR in the memory of a dope ass band) warbling over acoustic-ky shit. It’s good and you should check it out. Based on the pedigree of those involved alone, this shit is guaranteed to be all over best of the year lists. Kinda like ‘Goblin’ (I’ve never seen so many music critics bend over backwards to hand out decent reviews to some basura - largely because they’d all hyped the kid and couldn’t afford to trash his shit immediately - after all, he’s Buddha, Biggie and Prince rolled in one), except that this doesn’t suck.

But back to that coffee shit right quick. Upon further reflection, I think the reason why I avoid coffee shops is because I don’t drink coffee. Anti-climatic, I know. I like it, but I don’t drink it. Caffiene fucks with my stomach and decaf is for pussies. Plus I’m cheap that way - if I want to drink brown water I’ll just move back to Africa.

But Norah Jones is still boner alert status. Sultry voiced waifs FTW…