I’m Tom, a totally rad guy who lives in the East Austin area. (Holler atcho boy, Nubian Queen Lola. Longbranch, what.) I do a bunch of bloggin’ for work, so it only made sense for me, in my spare time, to heap writing upon writing and start this bad boy up. I’ve wanted to write about music in some sort of formal capacity since I wanted to write. I’ve dabbled in profesh music criticism at the Independent Florida Alligator, the campus newspaper for the University of Florida, but it was, y’know, too mainstream for me. That’s a joke. A snotty joke. Ahem. Forgive me. So here I am!
Changing gears here a little bit: The goal with Play One Note was to make a blog about psychedelic music, new and old. The thing is, we wanted to use the term “psychedelic” as loosely as possible, to really refer to music that operates on some nebulous other level. Music that suggest other worlds. Music that awes.
To me, that means music that’s hypnotic and introspective, and that features repetition. These aren’t absolutes, but they’re pretty strong indicators of what I typically like.
The name of this blog reflects that, and comes from a quote by Talk Talk leader Mark Hollis, which goes a little something like this: “Before you play two notes learn how to play one note—and don’t play one note unless you’ve got a reason to play it.” I like this quote. It encapsulates much of what I love about repetition, and riffs, and drone, and Talk Talk, and Spacemen 3, and Bark Psychosis, and Six Organs of Admittance, and Long Fin Killie. Pare it down. Keep it simple. Play it. If it’s good, play it again. And again. And again.
So here we are. Play One Note. Focusing on music that reaches, that brushes against the firmament. Songs and sounds that touch the sky. God, I love it.
Austin Psychedelic Review Call!!!!
I welcome submissions, especially if you hail from Austin and especially if the music you make is psychedelic in some form or another. If you live in Fort Lauderdale and make pop-punk, I’m sorry. I probably went to high school with you, though! If you’re not from Austin, that’s fine…but you’d better be psych-y somehow.
The ol’ email addy is, and let’s get REALLY anti-spam here, it’s play one note minus the spaces and the service is Gmail. Nigerian princes, you may begin your barrage. Oh oh oh and one important thing: I do not review things sent to me via an unpersonalized email list, so no PR distro if you can at all resist! That’s not because I want to be doted upon and coddled, but rather because I really consider this to be a cottage affair, not some stepping stone to indie-blog greatness. So if you’ve got something you want me to hear, send it to me and tell me about it. THANKS Y’ALL