Monday, April 26, 2004

Things that I am going to listen today:

Stankonia by The Outkasts
What does anything mean, basically by the Chameleons
Crazy Rhythms by The Feelies
Rockin' and Romance by the Jonathan Richmen
Memories of Love by the Future Bible Heroes

What I'm listening to right now: The Free Design "Kites are Fun"
What I've already listened to: The Strokes "Is this It?"
What I almost listened to: Oasis "What's the Story, Morning Glory?"

Someone nearby is listening to Gangsters Delight. I'm also listening to TV.

Things I'm not going to listen to today: Television w/Eno "'75 Demo"

Things that I am going to write today:
"Parson Adams: Paragon of Justice"

It is my goal to finish these things.
Big Bang Baby

I remember in 1996 listening to the Stone Temple Pilots new single "Big Bang Baby" and being very excited about the video. I liked them for that song. The band that Conner, Alex and I had at the time, Doomsday Parade, was constantly going from influence to influence. First we were a punk band, and then a ska band, and then just a snotty garage band where I hid swears in the lyrics. Anyway, we were always going for sounding like a band but really not being able to. For one thing, I didn't know what a bass was, no matter how many times Alex volunteered to explain. Another thing is that we only had one guitar. And conner only knew two tricks on the drums, 'fast' and 'upbeats only'. One night Alex came over and we watched The Commitments on VHS and learned how to play 'Mysterious Ways' by U2. I'd like to think that if I had brought up Stone Temple Pilots, or at least the "Big Bang Baby" aspect, we would have been a glam band. That would have been awesome.

I am finding it difficult, if not impossible, to write music by myself. I need the energy and feedback that comes from having another person around. Its like each note needs a frontier, something on the horizon to cling to, and if there isn't a Lewis to my Clark around, then I stick in one spot and flounder around with a melody which always works in the same way. I'm a big ship in the harbor in need of a tug boat.

I am finding it difficult, if not impossible, to read Henry Fielding.

Sunday, April 25, 2004

Favorites of 2003

It was hard for me to think of a favorites list for 2003. I don't actually have one. And it doesn't count now, because it isn't late december or early february. Its almost May. But I was walking the other day and I thought 'Fever to Tell: good album. Good, not great.' And how it would have been on my list if it was two years ago, when lists were ways of showing you were informed. Anyway, here's a list.

*The Strokes. Room On Fire.
My favorite album of the year by at least two miles. The first time I heard it I was sure I would grow to hate the album, though I really liked "Reptilia", but as I started listening to the other songs with more love, the album burrowed its way into my heart next to the spot reserved for my favorite things. The Strokes are mutating into this delightful creature that knows what we want way before we want it. I wonder how many copies of this they have sold. My favorite Strokes moment was when they played "Reptilia" on Conan O'Brian and messed up the chord progression on the chorus EVERY TIME. Its a hard part. Another favorite moment I just remembered is the wrong album and song but I'll tell you anyway. We were in the mountains and just about to go into a fancy restaraunt that we couldn't afford, and we parked right outside the restaurant but didn't leave the car until the song was over.

*Fiery Furnaces. Gallowsbird's Bark.
This is a very lonely album for me. I know plenty of internet people like it, but not a lot of real life people like it. It is a very brain album for me, in that whenever I listen to it I am thinking socially about what kind of people would like it and what kind of people the band (who I think of as wonder twins) are and what kind of friends they would have. And I'm thinking of how innovative everything is, but at the same time I can remember what they are playing when I take my headphones off. Also this decision is biased by Blueberry Boat being terrific.

*Outkast. That Double Album.
Here's a couple of stories. Story one. Conner and I were at Grandma and Grandpa's for Christmas playing video pinball and listening to the Big Boi side, turning it down whenever it got to profanities. Uncle John came in and said that he owned the album himself. We listened to Steely Dan on the way to church because we knew that mom wouldn't like the swears. Story two. We'd just finished eating at the chicken pot pie place and were going to a thrift store and listening to the one disc distillation that I had made of the album. I bought a James Michener book and a shirt that looks weird on me. I will still tell anybody in conversation that both of these discs are flawless. This is the first Outkast album I have listened to the entire way through. Reading that I am going to try and tackle Stankonia (the last time I tried listening to Stankonia it was late at night and I was wearing soundproof headphones, so it was really scary)

Some other good but not terrific albums.

*Basement Jaxx. Kish Kash. The songs weren't as good as the last album's. There's no "Where's Your Head At", there's no "Romeo", but there's a bunch of interesting cameos.

*Lightning Bolt. Wonderful Rainbow. I kept on wanting to really like this, but was never really in the mood for a 43 minute headache.

*The Postal Service. There's two really good songs on it and a bunch of runners-up. I don't like the kind of music that either of the members do, but I'm willing to bend to accept their union.

*Ted Leo and his Bande. Hearts of Oak. Everything to make it a good record is there but the choruses are wanting. I'll admit I subconsciously ripped this record off for some ideas.

*Deerhoof. Apple O'. I listened to this album more than it meant to me.

*Audio Bullys. Ego War. The band that time forgot, though we never really knew them.

Some albums that would have made the list in January, but only because I would have been under January pressure to make the list, and I actually don't really like now.

*The Shins. Circles Less Attended. First I thought, "yeah, Ian, your right, this whole thing is spread too thin." Then I thought "no way, there's some good songs in here and they turn up the energy". But then I thought "oh yeah, its nowhere near as good as their first."

*Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Fever to Tell. An album built around a delay pedal, a drummer who's bored and a girl that nobody would actually be friends with. The story I told about the Strokes song was actually "Maps" from this album, which in the year 2015 will be a revelation to someone like me.

*The Rapture. Echoes. The band that has heard the 78-82 compilation and desperately wants to be there.

*Manitoba. Up In Flames. That token 'doesn't that sound smart?' album that affects in one or two places.

Saturday, April 24, 2004

The London Booted Mix-ups are terrible. Don't waste your time.

Friday, April 23, 2004

Learning From Lee

Lee Hazlewood's third album "Friday's Child: Lee Hazlewood" has my favorite name of a Lee Hazlewood album so far.

1. Friday's Child
*The way to introduce to the public that you have changed from cowboy to soul is drums first, then backing vocals, then Lee.
2. Hutchison Jail
*The singing girls are detached from you and that makes them candidates to echo your woe.
3. By the way (I still love you)
*The second verse is the basis for every breath you take, maybe. Every smile I fake.
*The girls by this point seem less like a soulful addition and more like a filet knife in your side.
4. Four Kinds of Lonely
*I hope by the bridge he explains what the four different kinds are.
*Numbers in a song are a commitment
5. Houston
*Changing the background instruments makes it seem like the song is moving.
*Go back to the first verse, drop everything out but the bass.
6. Sally was a Good Old Girl
*You wouldn't be able to get the backing singers to participate in this song if you recorded it in 2004.
7. Since You're Gone
*A slide guitar aside sucks the excitement out
8. A Real Live Fool
*This is just like highlighting random words on your paper.
9. I'm Blue
*This song is completely different depending on what speaker you are listening to. Its either not-full enough gospel or rock with singing at half the correct tempo. I can't stress how cool this is. I'm still deathly afraid of stereo.
10. The Fool
*Double tracking vocals at a lower pitch makes the singer sound drunk.
*Lee, you already had a song about being a fool for losing his girl on this album, do another Tarzan song.
11. That Old Freight Train
*Bad/sad? What the hell. Dad/had? Crummy first verse. BUT I love the chorus of this. It makes up for the terrible verse. He's singing about a freight train, but it sounds like when he's repeating the word 'Go'n' that he's a reverb amp trapped in a cave. A bass solo instead of a guitar solo, now that's cool. Unexpected at least.
12. Me and Charlie
*Start a song with a murder.
*Double acoustic guitar with snare.
*End the song with you getting shot, that's cool

This album is a disappoinment in that Hazlewood does less with extra instrumentation than he does with solo guitar. And those ladies are just wasted by being irritating. Anyway, there's a couple good'ns on here, but it makes me not want to keep on listening to Lee Hazlewood. I'm going to draw a picture of him and then come back and maybe listen to another album.

Thursday, April 22, 2004

Learning From Lee

Lee Hazlewood's second album "The N.S.V.I.P's" is another similar kind of talking, then songs album. With this album the topics of the talking is very much removed from the songs.

1. First Street Blues
*At the end of the song, start the first verse over and then fade out. That makes the song go on even more forever.
2. I Had a Friend
*If you begin a song with a funny series of hypothetical situations involving Tarzan and Jane, the thing people will least expect is it being a song about people killing people for having liberal views.
3. I'm Going to Fly
*Blending the chorus and the verse forces people to pay attention to the end of the verse
4. Go Die Big City
*This is an excellent name for a punk song.
*Make acoustic guitar solos sound as thick as possible.
5. I Ain't Gonna Be
*When he says 'no more' it sounds so definitive.
6. Have You Made Any New Bombs Today
*If you are going to have a melody at the end of a chorus, make sure it acts like an exclamation point instead of a comma, commas are for verses.
7. Everybody Calls Me Something
*The title of the song explains everything, its more of a thesis statement instead of a mere song title.
8. Save Your Vote
*The talking introduction is pretty funny. I laughed twice and wanted to two other times.
*The song keeps going up, this is delightful. I'd like to write a song that does this, but continually, so the second verse goes up from the first chorus. I don't know if this is possible.
9. I Might Break Even
*I want to mention that I'm mentally labeling these talking parts 'optional'
*Singing higher = more money?
10. Just Bluesin'
*Big irrelevence in small doses makes you charming.
*Make an important announcement before the end of the LP.

I have to go to section now. This album is funnier, and more peppy guitar sounds, but I think I like the first one more.
Kanye West who I love. Bow Wow Wow who I sometimes tire of. Hot Chocolate who I could never really get angry at.

Really when times call for listening to medicinal music I deny myself that pleasure. Its easy for me to get excited and cured. I must be academic in my therapeutic listening. This is why the Fall was my favorite band for a while. I honestly know less than a hundred Fall songs. Let me list a few.

1. The Classical, 2. Jawbone and the Air Rifle, 3. C.R.E.E.P, 4. Bingo Master's Breakout, 5. Australians In Europe, 6. Little Brother, 7. Disney's Dream Debased, 8. Bremen Nacht, 9. How I Wrote Elastic Man, 10. The Man Whose Head Expanded, 11. Hit the North. 12. N.W.R.A. 13. Oswald Defence Lawyer, 14. Frenz, 15. Hip Priest, 16. Mere Pseud Mag Ed, 17. Shoulder Pads, 18. Mansion, 19. Barmy, 20. Bombast, 21. I am Damo Suzuki, 22. Rebellious Jukebox, 23. Winter (parts one and two), 25. Totally Wired, 26. Rowche Rumble.

I'd list more but that would be pointless. Anyway, a few of those I may have jumbled the names as it were. The Fall isn't my favorite band anymore and that's important. I'm not telling you who my favorite band might be because I know you'll make fun of me. Anyway, I'm going to listen to some things I don't like. And write out my facilitation outline for Canto 10 of the Inferno, which I do like, but can't manage to commit to.

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Learning from Lee

Lee Hazlewood's first album "Trouble is a Lonesome Town" is a concept album about a town named 'Trouble'.

1. Long Black Train
*Its cool to say someone's name randomly: "As we grew older, Jim" At least I thought it was randomly. It was cooler when it was random.
2. Ugly Brown
*Pretend the background chord is a different chord. People might not notice. If they do, it'll be positive noticing.
3. Son of a Gun
*Reverb can trick people into thinking an acoustic guitar is strings. Leave lots of open space so people will put their imaginations in there.
4. We All Make the Flowers Grow
*If you repeat the chorus softer after you've already done it once it will sound more wise.
*Or make it seem like you are going to yodel, which is more exciting.
5. Run Boy Run
*"You'll do your running hangin from a tree" Lyrics can be morbid with no morbid words in them.
*They can also twist the meaning of the song's chorus around, if placed in the third verse.
6. Six Feet of Chain
*Guitar = good percussion
7. The Railroad
*Alternating whispering and speaking words during the chorus is delightfully creepy
8. Look at that Woman
*Low vocals sound cool sliding lower
9. Peculiar Guy
*It sounds like he's climbing a mountain and getting less sure of it.
*I don't think a lion counts as a guy.
10. Trouble is a Lonesome Town
*This song wouldn't make sense on its own.

The main thing about this album though that I learned is that spoken introductions to each song is a bad idea if you are planning on listening to the album more than once.

Monday, April 19, 2004

Maybe its the low blood sugar talking, but Yes seems like the most exciting thing to happen right now.

Sunday, April 18, 2004

WHY LOVE DRUMS WILL BE THE WORLDS GREATEST ALBUM:

Because when we get behind our instruments, we aren't thinking, okay, here goes, lets see if we can make something passable. We know that through us flows the power and the energy to create some sort of mythical beast. We've got a surplus of crazy ideas and we each possess a superpower, which I'll talk about later. We're young, we're unstoppable. I'm not actually 21, I'm 15.

When I go to sleeep, I am not thinking about British Literature or Women in Russian Literature , I am thinking about the flood of brilliant melodies and textures that is going to unleash itself on the planet. It keeps me up nights.

We're approaching this album like its a battle. Like some sort of hypothetical predator that has to survive by getting our hooks on you. And we've got hooks, in various forms. We're trading ideas in electronic format. We're writing the good parts down. We're doing EPs of sheer brilliance and dismissing them as nothing. Have you heard The Heart that Ate New York? No you haven't! We made like six copies. Of course, everybody that heard it had a severe religious experience and is down on the boardwalk preaching the gospel according to Herb Alpert. Screw everybody elses influences. I don't need Gang of Four to incite the sheer pop terror that is going to make your existence torture. You don't need to know that I know the band Jesus and Mary Chain for it to rock you like no other. (Love Drums will sound nothing like these bands. I am going to write angry letters to reviewers who say that it does.)

If there's any influence, its from the places you wouldn't expect. When was the last time you heard of a band influenced by Chef Morimoto? NEVER. And when Rolling Stone or Q or Spin or NME is knocking down my door for interviews, I'm not going to tell them. I've got other answers for their queries. I'm working out interview questions now. On ILM, people are going to say 'where the HELL did this come from?' and I won't tell them. There's going to be an article in Newsweek about us. Conner is going to have a country named after him, I guarantee you.

Things we have to do:
Get me to sing better.
Change our name.

Saturday, April 17, 2004

I started writing a post earlier today about superheros and music. I tried a couple times before realizing that that "superheros and music" isn't a very good title for something to write. I mean when I read that, I think about batman and this isn't about batman, this is about the x-men. Anyway, I thought about the x-men and figured that the main instrument of the x-men would be the piano because all of the x-men go to charles xavier's boarding school, so you know there's a piano class. But not all x-men play the piano, some think the piano is square. Square as in lame, obviously the shape is rectangular. Anyway, I asked Conner to give me a sentence about Wolverine and the guitar: "Wolverine plays as a real axeman".

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

hey dan how's it going?

Saturday, April 03, 2004

Things are looking better. Just this minute I found myself whistling the shanty part (well the counter-shanty) of "1917". The song starts out with Matthew going '6-4-6, 6-4-6' or counting with the number 6 bookending something else. Anyway, maybe that's their way of explaining how the rhythm goes. Though with my counting and snapping just now it doesn't work.

Anyway, I thought a lot as I listened. Here's somethings I thought, in list form before I get tired of list form:

1. Instruments and their use. I like the drums of "1917" a lot. They remind me of the drums in a Manitoba song I like. Most of the other drums are just slightly better than Pavement's which isn't a compliment to the drummer's ability, but might be a compliment to the overall album's quality. The problem is that the drumming is over-competent. The bass, however, comes off as less-competent than the last album. Some keen runs that I'd mentally noted earlier seemed sloppier this time through, though some important keen runs seem like they were overdubbed, so we could note at that point that the bass was played well. The piano parts sound not too hard, but they are played really well, and that fairy godmother thing that I said earlier, yeah, that still. I hope there are actual strings that are being played. There's a violin part and a cello part in different songs, I mean, it sounds like it, and that's whats important, but I hope in the liner notes there are strings credited to somebody. I think I want that a lot too, a detailed list of all the instruments used and who played them.

The synths in "Quay Cur" and "Blueberry Boat" seem a little too central to the song. I keep expecting this to be a problem but it isn't. Someone said that parts of the album (or maybe just the title track) sound circus-y. I never like comparing anythign to the circus, so I'm not even going to agree with that comparison in spirit. Sometimes the synths sound really important and big. There are times when they replace the guitar 'The Pain.... The Pain...', that part, and then in the song "Inspector Blancheflower" when Matthew goes all John Mellencamp (which excited me) the keyboard in there gets pretty big.

The guitar playing throughout leads me to believe that the Fiery Furnaces are afraid of the guitar, which I really like. The acoustic playing is dorm-standard (so is "Hey Ya") and the electric playing is like a wildcat thinking about skipping church to go to the fair. I mean there's parts where there's supposed to be a guitar solo, (the two minute mark of "Mason City") and its like the guitar starts going and then starts panicking and its like watching a kid flip out on stage during the talent show because his parents are sitting in the front row and that's his way of saying 'screw you, I'll date Lisa if I want to, so what if her nose is pierced!' and Lisa's in the back, and in the middle of him starting to play with all of this rage, he notices her holding hands with Frank, which he doesn't know how to deal with so he pumps the crazitude up to 7 and then up to eight and holds it. And after he finishes playing, he storms off stage and his parents are standing up clapping, cause his dad remembers what it was like hearing his friends describe Hendrix at Woodstock. And then he confronts Lisa in the parking lot and he's sure that he'll never love again, but he's just made a star of himself. Because the sophmores back in the gym are still pondering the few Lunar notes (in the Beefheart sense) which he'd dealt with nicely.

More than just the guitar-phobia, though, there's the rock phrasing in the parts that I hope I haven't referred to as prog. If I did, I think I took it out and if I took it out and its still there its because when I published my initial reaction, Blogger decided to publish all of the edits as well (which were like seven or eight edits, and sucker, that's a long post), so I had to go back and delete them and it was published in a weird out-of-order order, so I have the saved final copy in my 'my documents' folder if you want proof that I didn't mean to refer to those parts as prog. Anyway, there's a rock sensibility there that comes from years of absorbing the Who in the basement (like Matthew did). Anyway, the drums are still too weak for that. The Who I mean.

2. Voices and their use. Eleanor sounds like Kate Bush or Goldfrapp through most of "Quay Cur", which I kind of like, but might turn other people off. She never really belts anything, it might be cool if she did someday. I want to describe a lot of what she does as speak-singing, but really, she just sings with a really natural phrasing. Like Jody Beth Rosen noted in her review of the Fiery Furnaces live, she sings a lot like a jazz singer, and there's even a funky old people moment in "My Dog Was Lost" where she says 'I went to the corner, called "the Corner"' and the drums go ba-dum-chhh and its really funny and after its lost its humor, at least you bob your head to the drums there. Through the album's various moods, she adjusts slightly, but she always seems like Neko Case in terms of how Carl Newman uses her for Bombast. That's an interesting reference point, the New Pornographers. But Newman is always too trapped in the Cheap Trick Seventies with Sixties songwriting, so who knows if he'll ever record anything this mind-blowing.

Matthew singing was a really cool moment on the first album, he opened up the song "Inca Rag" and it was really a cool, surprising moment, like when in "Stereo" Mark Ibold says 'I know him, and he does', because Steve was such a dominating force of the band. (I have avoided Scott Kannberg's singing in the Scott Kannberg songs, whenever that happens, I think of it like the lady with the Tonight Show band giving Jay Leno a little bit of time off during commercials. Everybody leaves the room and takes a commercial break.) Anyway. Matthew doesn't have as strong of a voice as Eleanors, which is okay. Whenever the song goes into him it still comes as a surprise, because the Furnaces are so much of Eleanor's voice's band. Also he has some really star moments, like the off-broadway scene in "Inspector Blancheflower", which the sixth time through is less hilarious, but still brilliant. And then at the end of that song, he starts singing and he sounds like John Mellencamp, well not his voice, but his 'tude. (and then at the end of that song he launches into another brilliant guitar non-solo).

Their voices have lost some of that baked-in sass that may have alienated some from the first record. This is analagous to how cartoon characters voices are always weird and WRONG in the first episode after you've seen season two all the way to the end of the disc, at least.

Like I said though, the lyrics are, well, let's say 75%, which isn't as great as the last album's 85%. I love the sense in which 'The pain... the pain...' is written and sung, which leads me into thinking about the brilliance of the narrative (non-narrative). I can't think about that though.

3. Form and its use. I'm still working on this part. Two or three songs do this thing where they end with a repeated chorus figure, which is not actually a chorus, its either one line, or a verse disguised as a chorus (an idea I'm going to have to rip off), which is a good device, but one that's probably over-used on rock records. Songs aren't hooky. The hooks on the album for me are primarilly rhythmic, 'cause I got there too late' - feels like a rush, the guitar and ding ding ding ding ding ding part in "Inspector Blancheflower", a couple other parts that I'm not going to seek out right now. Another thing I'm not going to do right now, but might do eventually is to count how many songs there actually are on this album. 13. Yeah. But I mean, the songs within songs. "Chris Michaels" has at least three songs in it. There was another song that felt like it was making a medley of itself.

A couple songs reference other forms, but not explicitly and not tongue-in-cheekly. "I Lost My Dog" makes a pun on losing a dog like you've 'lost' your rotten teenager. Its kind of a gospel song, but no more than its a kooky rock song. Really the organ and some slight phrasing that Eleanor puts in make it a gospel song long enough for the joke to kick in. "1917", a song I think I'm enjoying more plays with the sea shanty form, its in three, but not really, and there's a couple different things happening. The guitar may have been recorded differently from the keyboard noise. Pause. Okay, I find that in describing not just this album, but a lot of albums, that I usually use quirky words to describe keyboard noises. Now, I'm thinking about using the same quirky words to describe guitar sounds also. But there's the share of normal sounding things too, maybe more than in the last album. Unpause. The keyboard whomps and the guitar skronks are only sometimes in sync. And the drums are way off. But there's that 3 pattern, the drums that I don't want to talk about and then the singing which makes things make sense, and then when the reedy melody comes in, it seems like three things are going on at the same time. Drums. Hey, watch it.

Okay. I think that's all I'm going to say about the album for now. This is what its like when I'm obsessed. Now i'm trying to picture what the album cover will look like. Also, the trio of album-closers is a really great trio. It would be really good to play those three songs to somebody to endear them to the album before they hear the difficult first three songs. I did not yet tell you all of the thoughts that I had.
I decided to go downtown today. Visit to the bank. Check on the internet and the bank is not open after one pm on saturdays. Sucks. Oh, I still have to buy books. Okay. Any reason to get out of the room, really. So I put the Fiery Furnaces on my headphones. I go and wait at the bus stop for about twenty minutes and the whole time part of the time I'm thinking: This album might be Wowee Zowee part two- but I don't want to make any wild claims.

So I'm downtown avoiding the people that I half-know from classes and debating whether or not I should pause the cd whenever I pass by a street musician, because things happen, you know, (I never do). I'm not too thrilled with the main drag, I doubt that anybody there actually lives in Santa Cruz except the students that are working and therefore immune from my criticism.

I have this thing where I'll read a review or an essay about something and become enthralled with that something. The Fiery Furnaces obsession, for example, would not be here if it weren't for Fluxblog (who I'm now linking to). Right now the thing I'm enthralled with is Dave Sim's Cerebus, the comic book saga of an aardvark barbarian that went on for 300 issues before concluding this month. I'd read a bunch about it when I was younger (like ten years ago younger) and bought an issue, which I totally did not 'get'. It was Cerebus and this guy that looked like a mime walking around a building and the guy would pop out of the wall every once in a while and scare Cerebus. It was enough to confuse me but not enough to hook me.

Anyway, the way this is going to go is that sometime eventually I'm going to wander into a bookstore and read the first hundred pages of one of the 'phone books' that Sim compiles back issues in and be like 'oh, I get it'. Then I'll be done with it. For the next ten years, maybe. That's how it worked with Jim Woodring's Frank comics. I read about them in Wizard (must have been '93) and looked through a trade paperback a few years later at Tower Records (back when they used to be Tower Records and Books) and was like 'oh, okay'. That's how my obsessions work.

I just started listening to a Chuck Berry song. Joe and I talked about Chuck Berry for a while. He said that Chuck Berry was his religion. I asked if he liked prog and he said 'hell no'. Or probably something stronger. I feel uninformed whenever Iggy Pop and the Stooges comes up. Not that I haven't heard every Stooges album. And now I'm reminded of driving around in the Maxima last summer one morning.

So downtown Santa Cruz is a lot better when you have headphones on. Its an automatic deflector shield against panhandlers and pamphlet-handers, you aren't 'rude' for ignoring them, you can't help it, you're listening to something. Its a plus if that something you're listening to . I thought about going to Longs downtown, but then I kept on forgetting which street to turn down. And then I orientated in my brain where Longs was by where I thought the bank that I was going to go to was (but was closed), and that didn't work because the street that it is on was actually on the other side of downtown than I thought it was. So basically I walked once up and down the street and then went to the metro just to check on where the amtrak place was because I might have to go there next Friday even though it was where I knew it was anyway and the other place I thought it might be was a coffee place, albeit a coffee place with bus schedules placed around where the menu should have been, 'yes, I'll take the number 72, to Watsonville'. And then the girl looks at me and says 'you'll have to wait until 4:35' and I nod and she nods.

I judge how long the bus is going to get there by how many people are standing at the bus stop. Its weird logic. If there's a lot of people at the bus stop, a bus is going to get there soon because you know they didn't all show up at the same time. And especially on weekends you know that no bus has been by because everybody is going downtown and all of the busses from campus go downtown, and people don't care whether or not the bus takes them down Walnut or down Laurel just as long as they get to the Jamba Juice. But this estimate is ultimately useless, because if the busses run every thirty minutes on weekends, it isn't unthinkable for people to amass to the fullest bus stop capacity in five or six minutes and so the next twenty four or twenty five minutes of me standing there are full of mental comfortability, but ultimately folly. Also when I'm walking to the bus I refuse to look to the direction the bus is going to be coming from because I'm afraid of hussle, thought I've hussled beautifully to busses before, sliding in the side door just as it is pulling away. Amen.

When I'm listening to things that I want to like but don't know if I actually like (although LORD I am not resting this claim upon the Furnaces), I listen to the trouble tracks extra, just in case its my fault and not the bands that I like those tracks less than the other tracks.

One second. When I say 'um' or 'like' in conversation it is because I am thinking. I'm just saying that because if I was saying this post to you instead of typing it, it would be full of likes and ums. Also at least one of my teachers this quarter does that when they talk. I'm not saying that justifies that.

Anyway, tracks I like less I listen to more. I did that with two or three of the Furnaces tracks. Because there are songs I was instantly warmed to (title track, Straight Street, Catamaran Man, Spaniolated, Chris Michaels, Bird Brain, Inspector Blancheflower and I Lost My Dog) but the others took a bit of time. Now I think I'm warmed to a few others: Wolfnotes, Quay Cur, and Mason City. I'm trying still to warm myself to Paw Paw Tree and 1917. I'll listen to those two right now.

I think the album approach to listening to music demands that you embrace the lesser tracks. If you are listening to albums, you are listening to the artist's authorial intent, the whole, and therefore must embrace the weaknesses. Because if you're just embracing the strengths, then you might as well be listening to singles. Anyway here goes. They are nine and a half minutes total.

If I think about it the beginning of Paw Paw Tree reminds me of an OMD song. Actually a couple OMD songs, because that's how OMD works. Until the bass and the instruments come in. I really like it to this point, where things are still whiskering around like guitars and synths, I'm going to talk about synths on this record in a minute. Well, seven minutes. Things are stopping a bit. And then the bass and snare drum and acoustic guitars come in. And then an electric guitar comes in. I don't know if I like the constant soloing. I do. I think this is a good melody and all of that, but I just am not really getting it that much. I'm looking forward to the chorus. Okay, I guess that counts as blues. Also this song should be more endeared into me because one of the first songs I learned how to play on the trumpet from one of those learn how to play trumpet books was called Paw Paw Patch and it came with lyrics. And when I learned how to play the keyboard I sang those lyrics and played the melody. I think the lyrics here are a little weak: "waving that mango mush out of(at?) me"? And the song is basically the melody a lot. The chorus is a relief, like the chord progression. I think the lyrics on this album are generally weaker than the last album, I mean the last album the lyrics were about 80% 'on'. I'd say with this one they are about 60% but with higher high points.

Okay, 1917. Yeah, I know this one. I think Matthew's voice is weaker than Eleanors, which is a no duh, but its a fun little interjection every once in a while. The sea shanty melody in the keyboard is pretty cool. I think the sound that's supposed to be a violin is a synth. So there's three different keyboard parts. The arrythmic background reminds me too much of a zillion home tape cassettes I've heard/made for me to really embrace this. I think that's another thing about this album. "but not if he's from up north" < that's a good lyric in context. I like the part that is the chorus repeated a bunch. It reminds me of another song on this album, but that song during the refrain keeps doing this 70s rock thing. I think the Furnaces really understand their influences rather than just copying what kind of amp heads they have, and that's why their songs are so good, because they cut to the essence. The essence. IF I think of the beginniing of this song as Beefheart or something ('Beefheart' was the thing that cut through my headphones as I passed by a guy playing guitar downtown and the guitar looked authentic and he looked authentic and he had a piece of cake on a plate in his guitar case next to a cigarette, I wanted to take my headphones off to see if I could hear any good lyrics.) Also when I said see if I could hear it means that vision and audio are tied in my brain, like when I'm listening to music I can see things less well because the part of me that's a bat (bouncing sound off of things near me) is occupied with guitar solos whenever they fit. Actually they aren't guitar solos.

The reason I sound crazy is because on my way back on the bus I had soda. Then a pastrami sandwich when I got home.

I think I'm going to take a walk later when I'm ready to and I'm going to listen to the cd again. On the way to the garbage can just now I thought about how I don't want to force anything on myself. Hm. On the way back from the garbage can I thought about how boring my readings were for this quarter. Dante is the most exciting thing on the list. God, give me strength to overcome the boreitude. I think I might really like Booker T. and the MG's. Also the name I like a lot. I have a headache right now so I'm going to take some headache medicine. Also I'm tireder than I should be, I haven't really done anything besides stay up late, and plus I had a lot of sleep this morning. And I haven't had really that much soda. Except for just a little bit ago, before I started this entry. I really like my life. I think the key to less headaches is to keep the volume down and the pep up. When I get back I'm going to write about the album some more and also about Wowee Zowee which I might also listen to if I have. I do have it, but I can't guarantee I'll listen to the whole thing. If you are reading this and don't know what Wowee Zowee is, its an album by Pavement which was my favorite band until the Fall took their place. But now I think I like them better than the Fall, who are not my favorite band anymore. I've replaced them with another band of smart-asses (Steely Dan; who were name-checked twice in the Onion's music review section this week, which made me laugh (not really laugh out loud, but laugh on the inside)).

Now eating - Blueberry yogurt (as an unconscious tribute to the album that I like so much right now.) I use parentheses too much. I should start using commas instead, or incorporating the parentheses part into the sentence. But I'm so proud of the parenthesis part as a secret idea. I think a teacher taught me once that we could skip parenthesis if we wanted to, so I've kept that in mind. Although, when I write things in parenthesis I never read the sentence over considering what somebody might read if they took out the parentheses. I'm rambling.

Thursday, April 01, 2004

Sometimes when I'm walking and listening to music it burns itself into my brain regarding the sound and the visual experience. Like if I'm listening to Wowee Zowee and walking to Dan's house and the song "Grave Architecture" comes on right as I round the corner by Hamilton, that's burned into my head. I can see the wacky trees and oreo wrappers and tennis courts and that house with the stairs that I like. Or if I'm in Culver City returning to the motel from the pay phone and the donut place (best morning ever, maybe) and I'm listening to Brotherhood by New Order and all of those songs happen to connect to what I'm seeing, I see it all again when I hear the songs again. Listening to those first four or five songs I can see the backs of the other motels, the nicer houses across the street, a mattress in the street. And at college here, compilations tie themselves to my brain all the time. Anyway, the last two days I've been walking a similar route (the routes' similarity starting in the middle of the path that intersects between Oakes and College eight by the media center to where Science Hill emerges into Colleges nine and ten) and listening to the same CD, the Fiery Furnaces. Anyway, wednesday when I started my walk I was a little bit ahead in the CD than when I was when I started today, so it seemed like I was constantly behind.

In Super Mario Kart, there's a feature where if you don't hit any of the walls in a Time Trial race, you get to race a ghost version of yourself the next time you race that track. It doesn't really matter if you beat him or anything, if you finish the race ahead of him that's great, but if not, you should just try harder the next time you play. That was me today, but there were no corners I could cut fast enough. I was between ten and twenty feet ahead of myself at all times. I walk pretty fast, so I probably could have run to catch up with myself but I wasn't that desperate. Boy wouldn't I have looked crazy? I think I'm going to try and race myself in the future, even though I know the trick to winning is starting the CD sooner (before I'm out of my room, maybe, instead of just before I leave my apartment.)
I took out the April Fools post because it was stupid and not funny. The new Magnetic Fields album is pretty good. I don't know about great yet.