Remember To Forget: On Blur & Their Impending Reunion Tour

December 29th, 2008

Damon Albarn sure has a great sense of humor, or at the very least an amazing predeliction/penchant for irony to rival the best of sarcastic songwriters since Mr. Raymond Douglas Davies, Elastica frontchick Justine’s necessarily subjective post-breakup take be damned. As pretty much most of us know by now (or should, thanks in no small measure to NME’s continual blatherings on the gossipy side of things), “Tender,” Blur’s first single off their last interesting, hit-n’-miss collection “13”, redresses the relationship gone wrong in a sly, underhand way, and proves to my not-always-so-distinguishing ear as good a piece of popcraftsmanship we’ve seen mostly all year, its lift and swoon easing us into the not-so-tender sentiment of “Tender is the touch/Of someone that you love too much, ”  after beginning with the aching reminiscence “Tender is the night/ Lying by your side.” Albarn, here playing up the role of spurned lover, lets us in on the secrets of his fragile, feral heart. The lover he sings of no longer lying in his arms, the melody suggestive of the very possibility that she’s actually lying with another, and he’s just not too bloody certain he can make it without her, Albarn & Co. then goading him/themselves back on with a plaintive “Come on come on/ Get through it….”

Reminding us and himself that we’ve all been there, we’ve all suffered the dissolution of what we felt the truest of romance and affection, and yes life does go on in much the same fashion, no matter how much at the time we might wish it wouldn’t.

 Yeah, “Tender” did it for me, especially the nice live “Hey Jude-y” version of it that appeared late one superstoned Sunday night on EmptyV, did it to the point where I pretty much jumped straightup from my what was once my ex-girlfriend’s stepfather’s LazyBoy, ear-to-ear grinning at the beautiful simplicity of the number and the sheer cosmic freight of this Napolean-complexed genius of a songstyler’s take on his (and by extension, all) relationships. For “Tender,”Albarn employed both an orchestra AND a gang of soul singers to take this revenge-cum-wistfulness number to twin poles of aural revelation: it reads like a simple poem about the loss of loving and the necessity of healing oneself in the face of the ordinary human relationship “tragedies,” but then Graham Cox’s weigh-in on the tune feels to be the sweet, touching element that polishes the diamond in the rough to a sparkling, twinkling sheen.

Another Blur gem to be reckoned with, cigarette-smoked to, dissected and enjoyed over and over is “The Universal,” (from 1995’s The Great Escape) which for my stop, (please DON’T grab yr) cock, n’roll dollar is pretty much about as good as it gets. Straight from its opening swell I’m lost upon a gently swaying but somehow troublefree sea wherein the foundation of the fortress of my not-so-holy soul feels as if the world’s instantly become a safer place for moms, babies, sleeping dogs, and apple pie (who the fuck do I think I am, Gordon “Stink” Sumner? writing claptrap like that—-sorry, friends),—gently enfolded, as swaddled and protected as a newborn by a mercurial dreamlike melody in which I’m promptly assured,

 

            “This is the next century/ Where the universal’s free

            You can find it anywhere

            Yes, the future has been sold

            Every night we’re gone/ & to karaoke songs

            How we like to sing along/ though the words are wrong

            IT REALLY REALLY REALLY COULD HAPPPEN!!!

            When the days they seem to fall through you

            Well just let them go….

 

Then, as if that alone weren’t enough to just about ruin you or me, Albarn pleas

 

            No one here is alone/ satellites in every home

            Yes the universal’s here/ here for everyone

            Every paper that you read

            Says tomorrow’s your lucky day

            Well here’s your lucky day

            It really really REALLY could happen, etc.

 

How endearingly assuring! the kicker here of course being that while the music is lulling me into a false sense of emotional accomodation and your basic Georgey Harrison-y feel-good I’m ok you’re ok at-peaceness with my surroundings, Albarn’s cheeky subtext is absolutely battering my former-English major/existentialist in search of independence sense of mortality with the other, more certain & certainly much less pleasant universal: that, finally, we are all utterly solely alone, both liberated and imprisoned to think and feel whatever we will within the space between our ears, & to lift from an old friend’s lyric, echoes the resounding resurgence that one day “We all die alone, undercover or overexposed.” And yet, the music and mock-tragic depth, the coy knowing clarity and beauty of Albarn’s voice so plaintively makes it plea that for these 3 & 1/2 minutes at least we’re transported, levitated, set adrift from our fears and are, for the time being at least, somehow more accommodated or at-peace with what the eventual fate of our painfully painstakingly overexposed and overblown life-experiences have been, will be. So there. 

 Ps. Blur’s back together as of the beginning of 2009.

 

 

 

 

 

            

Soundtracking Our Dazes & Amazements

December 29th, 2008

images-3One of the nice things about reminiscence is that while under its heady spell, we’re able to revise or re-paint our memories whatever emotional shade we deem most significant, appropriate. Though I don’t myself make it, music is now and I feel has always been an essential part of my spiritual and emotional make-up. Music has always done something for me viscerally, goading me on in my enthusiasms and encouraging pensive quietudes. Every part of our lives has a distinctive soundtrack, and it’s up to us to decide 1) what those soundtracks will be, and 2) whether or not we’ll carry those songs, however close they may have been to us during our pasts, into our presents. Like so many other aspects of my life I’m unable to or don’t care to compartmentalize, for the better part (especially the second half) of the last decade, I’ve chosen to carry close to my heart certain rock-&-roll songs, certain rock bands, because, for me, life without them would simply be unimaginable, or at the very least certainly less sweet. Songs have been there for me when no one or nothing else could be, and for that I am extremely grateful.

II. My Noise

Pop culture has its own soundtrack, as we all so painfully know, a soundtrack that for my emotional dollar is both empty of sentiment and bereft of significance. What, as adolescents and then later as young adults, (I’m 29 now, fast approaching 30), blows our hair back, is seldom one-and-the-same, and for good and very obvious reason: we are changed, or at least are deeply enmeshed in the process of changing. At nineteen I was told by a sociologist professor that change is the hardest thing for us human beings, and that many of us never really make it that far, that it’s simply too hard. If I didn’t (couldn’t) hear him too well back then, today I’m hearing him loud and clear again and again.

See, my short life-experience on this fair planet has taught me a few cruel and wonderful things, and one of the more significant things life’s taught me is, is continually trying to teach me, is simply this: GROW, or DIE. Through my days of drinking and drugging, looking for answers and shaking my fist at the sky, rock-and-roll’s redemptive forces have given me what I’d like to call or think of as perspective, not a unique perspective I’m come to find, but simply an aid in the recognition of the fact that we’re all in the motherhumper together, and we best attempt to do at least decent by our fellow woman and man.

California Uber Alles

December 27th, 2008

 

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ALWAYS SATURDAY

December 22nd, 2008
Waterfall pavement shimmering
Sunshine washes everything
A basket of light, I am trusting
To water the lawn is a wondrous thing

If I could have it this way I know I'd
I'd wanna live where it's like today
I'd wanna live where it's always this way
I wanna live where it's always Saturday

A chorus of laughter fills the air
Everyone's going everywhere
So many choices it's not fair
I hop in the car and I just sit there

I don't need, need to think about how much I
I wanna live where it's all the same
I wanna live where it's all just like today
I wanna live where it's always Saturday

In the shops are shining things
I can I can see them glittering
I wish that I could buy them all
I wish I lived in a shopping mall

Shady back yard afternoon
Summer clothes and tennis shoes
When the light begins to fade
A porch swing creaks with lemonade...

A shower of whispers glow and bloom
Late night movie fills the room
Streetlights twinkling like dew
I close my eyes, it ends too soon

All in dreams, I can dream now oh how I
I wanna live where it's like today
I wanna live where it's always this way
I wanna live where it's always Saturday
-Guadalcanal Diary, 2X4 (Elektra Records)

M83 Digital Shades, Volume I

December 6th, 2008

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Haunting, otherwordly new release on the heels of M83’s triumphant synth perfection, Saturdays =Youth.

M83’s Anthony Gonzales has surpassed himself again, only this time it’s with a slowmind slowburning late-night creeper keeper. Where Saturdays=Youth was out-of-hand indie goth this one’s just pure straight-up as-yet undreamed of magic in every way.

Light a candle, put Digital Shades on, slide under the covers & immerse yourself in some otherwordly futuristic place, finding yourself swathed in sine waves and fuzzy electronic blankets, sheets of magnetic sound.

Records like this don’t come along often nowadays & the indie & blog press is certain to have a field day on Digital Shades Vol. 1. I look forward to the other installments to come. The lush production, overall latenight dreaminess factor of eleven.

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THE DEREK MIGHTY EXPERIENCE

November 28th, 2008

Hailing from Duxbury, Massachussetts and weilding a Stones-meets-Sonic guitar onslaught, DM-EX is a true original descended from a long line of rock n’ roll heroes. DM-EX, a self-taught virtuoso— has come out swinging with his first eponymous 5-song ep. Taste the magic:the derek mighty x-perience-deathride-in-f#

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The Changes, Today is Tonight

November 28th, 2008

Today is Tonight by The Changes is an altogether worthy album. Lovely & charming, full to the brim with poppy hooks. Good stuff for all the funny kids.

The Changes, a Chicago-based quartet, make me feel damn good when I’m listening to them. Great songs with titles like Modern Love and Twilight about chicks, late-night business stuff. Can’t lose. I feel light & plugged-in when I listen to these guys, connected to the world in a magic way. Makes me want to dance (Judah Bauer-stylie.) Kind of remind me of The Police Outlandos-era. Dig it !

If I Tried

 

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Seven Languages, Camper Van Beethoven

November 28th, 2008

I’d walk on the water in your Dad’s swimming poolcamper-vantiquities is a great line from Cracker’s first, self-titled album. Actually it’s a shout-out to a classic Camper Van Beethoven track, Seven Languages.

I make this song for my love
And she says to me
It has no meaning at all

Walk across the woods to the park
For no purpose at all

Up in the sky well I saw a cloud
And I thought that it looked like something
But on second thought not

I would come to visit you
But I can’t find my car keys
And I can’t remember where you live

And if I had just a little time
I could speak seven languages
I could walk on water

This song proves David Lowery to be a master wordsmith or at least a master of great wordplay. This is why Michael Stipe admired him so much in the early 80’s and why so many admire him still.

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Poptimist on Pitchforkmedia.com

November 17th, 2008

poptimist3A while back I wrote this polarizing article on the music business (punkglobe.com/takethemoneyandrun.html) which finally just got published by the very righteous PUNK GLOBE magazine, for which I am forever grateful. But this new Poptimist article in the new also very righteous Pitchforkmedia.com keeps shit realer than a mofo, or what have you. It’s gracious where I may have been a bit bratty, and makes a compelling argument for the joy of rock criticism and the individuality of taste, two things I perhaps failed to do in my piece. So here it is in its beautiful, thought-provoking entirety:

Column: Poptimist #19

Column by Tom Ewing

The most upsetting thing you can say to a critic isn’t that their taste sucks, or even that they’re unprofessional– it’s that they’re being dishonest. “Pretending to like” is the ultimate dismissal: it contains all others. It’s an attack on the music– this stuff is so rank nobody could possibly enjoy it. And it’s an attack on integrity– after all, if you’re pretending to like something it’s probably because you’re shilling for some other vested interest. Worst of all, it cuts off the possibility of conversation: your every protestation of sincerity just sounds like smirk piled upon falsehood.

So it’s a non-starter as an argument, then? Not exactly: People do pretend to like things, all the time. At school, a friend once buttonholed me with a low expression: He’d met this girl. “She likes Depeche Mode,” he said gloomily. “Really likes.” He had felt forced to agree. They were thought very gauche at the time, but hadn’t I once…? Of course, I quite understood. I dug up my old tapes and lent them to him, and he spent an afternoon cramming for a second-date exam on the works of Gahan and Gore. Futile, naturally.

Letting your hormones rush your judgment is rarely dignified but there’s no harm in it, and it’s just one of the most overt ways in which the web of social expectation and interaction exerts a drag on taste. Teenage market research gurus TRU recently did some work on British youth [Full disclosure: Your author assisted writing copy on this survey for TRU's parent company], asking them a question about what factors led them to try something new. “Everyone else likes it” was one option among many. “No one else likes it” was another. Older kids picked both in roughly equal proportions: I suspect they were showing more honesty and self-knowledge than most adults would.

Everyone likes it / no one likes it: This reductive binary is the most basic expression of the real forces you see operating anywhere people get together and talk about music. It would be fun to set up a computer simulation of them, like the models biologists use to understand the movement of birds in flocks– a taste network, in which the strength of the everyone pull and the no-one pull could be fixed for each participant, and you could see if it might model the emergence of subcultures, backlashes and mass shifts in taste. This would be a world, incidentally, in which “pretending to like” is a founding principle– in which all taste decisions are socially determined along crudely mechanistic lines.

But there’s a difference between a sparrow and a music fan. A sparrow takes its cue from the behavior of its immediate neighbors– even though a flock of birds seems to move as one, it’s thought no individual bird has an awareness of the flock’s macro behavior. Music fans, on the other hand, are able to get some level of information about collective activity: these days more than ever. When you first heard Fleet Foxes, for instance, you had a fair idea of where in the hype cycle they were and the kind of people who were enjoying them. Did that affect your reactions to them? Surely in some cases, though let’s give each other the benefit of the doubt and accept that such background information can shift a personal judgment up or down a notch or two, rather than determine it in the first place.

Even that can seem repellent if you buy into an ideal of taste as a purely personal quality, an enlightened judgment that takes you outside the network. And this is where the critic comes in– a figure who can step beyond the compromised mesh to exercise taste in this sense, and pronounce a more measured judgment. To re-enter the network, to submit to its social pull on your opinions, is to betray your critical integrity.

Or is it? Another epithet that gets thrown at critics is “elitist”, and if you spend much time on the net it’s easy to detect a frustration with the very notion that an individual should get a pulpit to tell anyone else what’s good or bad. Not a feeling that particular critics are hacks, or that they’re giving a favorite act a raw deal, or even that they’re corrupt– more a sense that the mere existence of rock criticism is somehow absurd and offensive.

Here’s my back-of-an-envelope hypothesis about why this is: Rock critics emerged after the transition from sheet to recorded music had put the emphasis on the individual listener’s experience– which was also a consumer experience. The critic’s role was as a kind of ideal consumer, making an informed and expert judgment. Now that we’re moving more and more to a model where music is basically free at the point of consumption, that experience is changing. The emphasis is increasingly on displaying and performing your taste– sharing tracks, embedding videos, creating playlists. It’s not that music ever stopped being a social object, but the social elements are becoming hard-coded into the format of music again.

Where does this leave the old-style critic? High and dry, maybe: Their old role as an “ideal consumer” isn’t so relevant, and since they’re not addressing people who they enjoy a specific relationship with, their being “outside the network” becomes a disadvantage. This is one reason music bloggers have become so popular– as well as offering actual music they offer a personalized critical relationship (or at least the illusion of one).

But maybe traditional critics do play a role in making the networks of taste work better. The writer Cass Sunstein, thinking about politics in the internet age, has pointed out that access to a far greater number of information sources doesn’t mean access to a greater diversity of information: It’s much easier to find yourself in a self-reinforcing network where you never get to hear any opinion you disagree with. Which in turn makes it much more likely for bogus information to spread quickly through the system, something canny participants in that system can use to shore up their support base.

The thing is, though, that this doesn’t seem to happen so much in music: Enclaves of extreme purism certainly exist, and flourish, but according to many commentators– like Carl Wilson in his thought-provoking book Let’s Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste– the average wired and webbed-up modern listener is more eclectic in taste than they used to be. I’m not sure that’s true, but I don’t see current music fans as any less wide-ranging, though the depth of their knowledge in their very favorite areas would have made them a specialist in the pre-web era.

So if we think it’s a good thing that participants in a network get a wide range of information, then I’d say networks of music taste are “working.” But does this have anything to do with critics? Let’s go back to the binary we used earlier– “everyone likes it” versus “no-one likes it”. The question I didn’t ask was: Who does “everyone” include? In one sense that’s easy– it means “everyone I know.” But it also means a more general “everyone”: the wider context of people whose tastes you care about don’t precisely know, but can intuit based on… well, based on what exactly? Clearing-houses of information, like the pop charts, or the radio, or aggregators like Metacritic, or indeed powerful critical voices with a large enough audience to have some kind of identifiable constituency. Each of these information sources creates its own “everyone” to further map your own tastes against.

So the role of criticism in the networked, free music era isn’t to act as an authority or arbiter, it’s to be one triangulation point among many so fans can better make their own, highly social, judgements about music. This is a humbler position to be in, for certain, and not an “elitist” one. But it’s important enough that even if fans are more candid about their own networked

http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/article/feature/146843-column-poptimist-19

Chris Brokaw Delivers The Goods

November 16th, 2008
Canaris by Chris Brokaw

Canaris

by Chris Brokaw

Canaris is Chris Brokaw’s 5th album and was recorded in June 2008 in both Hoboken, NJ and Cambridge, MA. Canaris is an instrumental album entirely for solo acoustic guitar - the first half ‘straight acoustic’, the second half acoustic plugged into amps and pedals. The album features a cover of Vlad Tepes’ 13 minute epic “Drink the Poetry of Celtic Disciple” as well as the title track, an 18 minute drone/feedback piece.

Chris Brokaw is widely known through his work with the bands Come (with Thalia Zedek), Codeine, and Pullman; and currently plays guitar with Fflashlights (with Doug McCombs of Tortoise and Elliot Dicks), Dirtmusic (with Chris Eckman and Hugo Race), and Thurston Moore and the New Wave Bandits. He also plays drums with The New Year who have a new album on Touch and Go in September.

Chris will be playing solo shows extensively through this year and the next. He has already begun work on a rock/vocal album which will be released in 2009.

Capitan Records will also release a duo album with Geoff Farina (Karate) of pre-WWII country blues songs, entitled The Angel’s Message To Me, in early 2009.

http://www.fina-music.com/catalog/index.html?id=103354

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