Time isn't up to us.
It's been very many months since I've done anything here, and for a great while I was very much dedicated to not ever touching it again, since the instant gratification I had hoped would come with web diffusion hadn't happened. Now, of course with different priorities (of course), I'm leaning towards coming back to the blog, though what form it will take is an issue that I still have to ponder. Certainly not an MP3 blog - that's too much work and I can't tell if anyone was actually downloading the tracks.
In any event, I'm refugeeing it and living with my mother in Arizona until December probably. Until I figure out something better to do here, I'm going to post, for anyone else in similar relative-comfort-all-things-considered like myself, a few of the records that have been constantly rotating thru the course of the past couple of weeks.
1. Talking Heads - Remain in Light
Tho it is rare that this record isn't in rotation, more recently it's been even on the docket while I listen to music thru iTunes. Usually, while I'm on the computer I tend to listen to music song-by-song as opposed to record-by-record, which is my MO when I'm in the car (as much out of convenience as any sort of metaphyiscal statement about the "appropriateness" of listening to records en totalé in the car. That said, it does seem more appropriate.) In any event, Remain in Light is one of those records that is somehow both bouyant and important, probably because it maintains an ironic distance from its own profundities - like Mr. Rogers reading Phenomenology of Spirit; "under the water, carry the water" - it's almost cute. "Facts don't do what I want them to." No, indeed they don't. And, of course, the cleverest thing about this record is putting the big release right at the beginning. I think, I'd really like to listen to the Talking Heads now, and then I put it in and immediately get the satisfaction of hearing "Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)" and bum-bum-bum....HA!. Before the curtain can even part, the "trained" animals are already out in the audience.
2. Dr. John - Gris-gris
A lot of people only know Dr. John from his post In the Right Place-era, which is very wrong. In the Right Place has a couple of good songs, but is nothing even close to the haunting, ramshackle gut-punch of Gris-gris. If Odelay was birthed from the swamp instead of LA, and if Beck actually liked both country and soul instead of pretending to for the purposes of Midnite Vultures, this would probably have been something like the sound. Except Dr. John's voice is, like, a million billion times better than Beck's. "I Walk on Gilded Splinters" makes me want to learn Creole. Also, it makes me wish that the I-10 wasn't obliterated, that my house on Magazine had water and power, and that Nick's wasn't under 4 feet of water. Again, facts don't do...
3. Bark Psychosis - Hex
"Absent Friend". Cheesy? Perfect?
I'll be doing more in the next few days to figure out what I'm doing. If you happen to have stopped here before, and are stopping here again, welcome back.
In any event, I'm refugeeing it and living with my mother in Arizona until December probably. Until I figure out something better to do here, I'm going to post, for anyone else in similar relative-comfort-all-things-considered like myself, a few of the records that have been constantly rotating thru the course of the past couple of weeks.
1. Talking Heads - Remain in Light
Tho it is rare that this record isn't in rotation, more recently it's been even on the docket while I listen to music thru iTunes. Usually, while I'm on the computer I tend to listen to music song-by-song as opposed to record-by-record, which is my MO when I'm in the car (as much out of convenience as any sort of metaphyiscal statement about the "appropriateness" of listening to records en totalé in the car. That said, it does seem more appropriate.) In any event, Remain in Light is one of those records that is somehow both bouyant and important, probably because it maintains an ironic distance from its own profundities - like Mr. Rogers reading Phenomenology of Spirit; "under the water, carry the water" - it's almost cute. "Facts don't do what I want them to." No, indeed they don't. And, of course, the cleverest thing about this record is putting the big release right at the beginning. I think, I'd really like to listen to the Talking Heads now, and then I put it in and immediately get the satisfaction of hearing "Born Under Punches (The Heat Goes On)" and bum-bum-bum....HA!. Before the curtain can even part, the "trained" animals are already out in the audience.
2. Dr. John - Gris-gris
A lot of people only know Dr. John from his post In the Right Place-era, which is very wrong. In the Right Place has a couple of good songs, but is nothing even close to the haunting, ramshackle gut-punch of Gris-gris. If Odelay was birthed from the swamp instead of LA, and if Beck actually liked both country and soul instead of pretending to for the purposes of Midnite Vultures, this would probably have been something like the sound. Except Dr. John's voice is, like, a million billion times better than Beck's. "I Walk on Gilded Splinters" makes me want to learn Creole. Also, it makes me wish that the I-10 wasn't obliterated, that my house on Magazine had water and power, and that Nick's wasn't under 4 feet of water. Again, facts don't do...
3. Bark Psychosis - Hex
"Absent Friend". Cheesy? Perfect?
I'll be doing more in the next few days to figure out what I'm doing. If you happen to have stopped here before, and are stopping here again, welcome back.
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