Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
There are blues songs about wanting to leave town, or leave the country... there's a tradition of artists who want to go back to the land, or back to the womb ... tortured figures who want to escape society and even history. Beefheart actually wants to go back to the sea...
“It is the awesome, impenetrable fatalism that drives the timeless ballads first recorded in the twenties; songs like Buell Kazee's "East Virginia," Clarence Ashley's "Coo Coo Bird," Dock Boggs' "Country Blues" -- or a song called "I Wish I Was A Mole In The Ground," put down by Bascom Lamar Lunsford in 1928. "I wish I was a mole in the ground -- like a mole in the ground I would root that mountain down -- And I wish I was a mole in the ground."
Now, what the singer wants is obvious, and almost impossible to really comprehend. He wants to be delivered from his like, and to be changed into a creature insignificant and despised; like a mole in the ground, he wants to see nothing and to be seen by no one; he wants to destroy the world, and to survive it.”
Greil Marcus – Liner Notes to Bob Dylan & The Band's The Basement Tapes (1975)
Here in “Grow Fins” Beefheart wants to negate the results of millennia of evolution and slip back into the depths of. He wants to abandon the burden of land, the burden of humanity, even the burden of sentience. He wants to destroy the self, and to survive it.
Tell me he doesn’t sound serious. That beat doesn’t sound real to you? That howl sound light? Seen the guy around recently? Heard any albums from him in the last three decades? I think he was serious. I think he’s left this life for something lesser and simpler and better. They say he’s retired to become an artist, but I think he’s fooled us all. I think he’s grown fins.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The music is what you would expect: Newsom's feathery vocals backed by harp, strings and/or piano, plus a few surprises along the way. All very meticulously and beautifully arranged, but without much interest to chorus, bridge, or what we otherwise know as song structure. There are no pop songs here, but a few of the tracks fall into the more accessible 3-5 minute range. This is not one of those songs.
I had originally upped this song to post, but came back to this one, which is becoming my runaway favorite. But if you like this one, you might try the other.
(Incidentally, when did Joanna Newsom become an incomparable, unparalleled indie goddess? I picked up the album on vinyl today, after getting a demo version from a friend this past week, and I wish I could show you the photos on the liner notes. But I mean, goddamn, you guys. I want to go to there.)
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Furthermore, every single plan I had for this entire part of the year was wrecked when I found out the dates for all the at-sea exercises we have between now and the actual float. And since I've had to hear this song every time some new join realized how MEUs deploy, you guys really shouldn't have the option of avoiding this, either. I regret nothing.
By the time this is posted, I actually will be on a boat. The mother. fucking. USS. Peleliu. Again. Fifty bucks says the heads still don't work.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
This song, written and performed in the movie by Keith Carradine ("the one from Dexter recently, not the one who jacked his way off to the grave"), won an Academy Award for best original song, the only Oscar it won. I'd say that this song is one of about five songs that deserve such an award, and maybe ten that are extremely pleasant to listen to. I don't want to analyze the song too much because I think I'd end up giving away too much about the movie, but WHEN you watch the movie please note that this song, sung by the character Carradine plays, is playing on a record player in every scene in Carradine's hotel room.
I don't know how long I will be harping on Oscar-nominated songs, but I can promise you that I am not bored of this yet.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Sorry guys. Here's the deal. My friend/roommate's ex-girlfriend is visiting town this week, and this is cool because she's cool and everyone loves her. The week following this coming one will see her 26th birthday, and here is the thing: whenever I hear someone's turning an age, I think about who died at that age, and what people had already accomplished by that age, and so on. And guess who died at 26? Otis Redding. Think about yourself and how old you are. Can you ever do what Otis did? None of us fucking will, but the world's better for him anyway.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Gil Scott-Heron just put out his first album in 16 years - I could've posted the lead single, which I really like. But I wanted to go a little older and a little funkier, and this promo clip is the tits.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Yoko Ono - Listen, The Snow Is Falling & Don't Worry Kyoko (Mummy's Only Looking For Her Hand In The Snow)
Yoko Ono's music is really odd and interesting. Did you know that.
Here is Don't Worry Kyoko. Hugs to all & to Galaxie 500.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Grandma, above everything else, fancied herself a comedian, in the "asking any cop, security guard or otherwise uniformed law enforcement officer she encountered to frisk her" kind of vein. She also kept a joke file that became a sort of holy grail in the way she prohibited the grandkids from looking at it. Finally getting access around age 16 made for probably the greatest anti-climax of my youth. I think she'd appreciate this little poem I wrote several years back, inspired by a joke she once told me.
Buttonhole gapes through seams
Sprouting a tousled tail
Like a wispy chest hair.
Mom says if I pluck it,
Two will grow in its place,
Which is why grandma has a moustache.
Grandma doesn’t have buttonholes;
She wears sweaters
And is in love with the bogey man.
He peers through the portholes
On his tip-toes
When grandma plays the piano:
“Marmalade and papa played—”
“—and that’s why I’m here.”
I'll close with some Little Brother Montgomery, because if grandma ever could play the piano, it would certainly be boogie-woogie. Embedding is disabled, so you'll have to follow the link.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Forgive me if it appears I haven't made much of an effort lately, but also understand for awkward types like me, finding your future wife happens, truly, only once in a lifetime.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
And how about a bonus video!
This is from that guy who does all those silly reenactments and here is the script he is working off of for this one.
EXTRA LATE EDIT/BONUS VIDEO BECAUSE I FORGOT THE SUPER BOWL WAS TODAY WHEN I WAS MAKING THIS POST AND NOW I FEEL LIKE POSTING SOME TOM WAITS TOO AND WHAT.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
For Harrys, who is working on shooting a pilot.
Eds: Harry has provided us with Lou's song set to the clip from Harold Lloyd's Safety Last he showed us once at New Years. Watch this thing, it is terrifying and funny and beautiful all at once.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
So I went with my occasional "song behind the song" schtick. This one is fun, because the band with the original, as usual, has just as much substance as the band that supposedly ripped the sound. Ok, scratch the supposedly part. This time, however, it's not a style and/or rhythm jack- the guitar melody itself is taken from one song and placed directly into the next, which turned out to be a "new" song on their greatest hits compilation.
Like with the Angels, I'll always listen to Social Distortion, but it's never going to be the same.