If It Comes Save Some For Me

After a brief “recession” of sorts in terms of new music that inspired me, I was so happy to find that Mookie grabbed me a copy of Small Sins’ Pot Calls Kettle Black (even if it is eight months old already). Small Sins is a Canadian band that mixes electro sounds with catchy hooks, and then surprises you by genre-bending at least once on an album.

Click to Enjoy Small Sins – Pot Calls Kettle Black
Click to Enjoy The Guess Who – These Eyes (Remastered)

So I immediately love Track One because I hear my favorite song from the 60’s/70’s, “These Eyes” by The Guess Who. Yeah. The more I think about it, my parents really were audiophiles to some degree. Probably their healthiest hobby. So track 1, which is also the title track, opens up with that groovy underlying beat that I would recognize anywhere. And I wonder if they know they’re using it. And I wonder if anyone else recognizes it. And I think of Chuck Klosterman.

As I’m writing this very essay, I’m listening to the song “Swim (To Reach the End) by Surfer Blood, and a key stretch of the chorus sounds like the 1985 single “Your Love” by the Outfield. The fact that I am making such a connection means I am not the intended audience for Surfer Blood, even thought I needed to be thirty-seven years old in order to recognize that such a connection exists. This is the underrated ecstasy- and the tragic paradox – of staying alive: I love getting older, because it allows me to remember things I once needed to learn. I feel like I understand music more today than I did yesterday, and yesterday I understood it more than I did two days ago. But yet, I wonder: Does this understanding only serve to signify that this part of my life is supposed to be over? Is “understanding” an emotional, unserious art missing the point entirely? Maybe. But I can’t stop, even if I should. I’ll always be interested in What The Kids Are Listening To, even as that interest becomes the sonic equivalent of looking at animals inside a zoo. I see a zebra, and I know what it is. But you know what I can’t see? How zebras look to a zebra. And that, I realize, is what matters most.

Well here’s what else Small Sins did that’s what ONLY the coolest kids are doing these days… They enlisted k-os for some vocals on their second track, “Deja-Vu.” The video is pretty cool, so I will share it with you.

Another catchy tune from the album is “Why Don’t You Believe Me?” I love it, and I see a lovable fuck-up in these lyrics, but I still don’t believe him.

Click to Enjoy Small Sins – Why Don’t You Believe Me?

Bidding You Adieu!


For three years, I’ve been sharing music with anyone reading. I’ve also shared my own personal opinions. I’ve made some people happy through the former, and angered many with the latter. Music is funny, that way. I sought relevance through music to bring light to topics. Many misinterpret writings online of mine as fueled by anger. I argue intently that it’s passion. When I have a topic in my head, I can listen to a certain song and feel a sense of clarity. The disconnect comes through the writing, as perhaps that clarity simply cannot be expressed in words.

With that said, I have one last song to share with people. It actually helps express the sort of inner peace I’ve found as of late. I’m not a religious person, at all, but it’s hard to not find the beauty in Moby’s “Stella Maris”. People know of Moby’s turn to Christianity, and the title of this track in English is translated to “Star of the Sea”, and used to represent the Virgin Mary.

I honestly don’t have many words to describe this one. It calms my nerves, and considering the events in my own personal life in just the last year or two, it also reminds me to be more calm and clear headed in darker times. While I certainly could have used that knowledge when saying and doing things I maybe should not have, I learned long ago to not regret your actions, but to make light of them and learn. Make peace with yourself, because others will, also, if they see the genuine nature within.

Thank you all for reading through my diatribes over the last three years. I do hope that music holds as much meaning for those reading as it does for me. It helps express yourself as well as force you to take a step back and view yourself critically in a positive manner. It defines who we are, and mirrors our differences physically and mentally, but also can be used to bridge those gaps that we essentially create, to begin with. Peace can be found not just within yourself through song, but can be created among people around the world with it, too.

Click to Play Moby – Stella Maris

Keep your eyes on the road ahead

Tig: And we blame the angry black man. 
Clarence ‘Clay’ Morrow: It’s the American way. 

After giving up TV for weeks to get work done on an important project, I anxiously set about shutting myself in so that I could reclaim my throne (couch) and prepare the jesters (Netflix Instant Queue) for my weekend ahead of me.

I burned through a few movies I have been wanting to watch, and then set in to finally complete Season 1 of  the 2008 FX show Sons Of Anarchy.  It’s a story of an outlaw motorcycle club whose criminal headquarters is in a fictional town in Northern California called Charming. Imagine Sopranos on Motorbikes.

In fact, I made that Sopranos connection after just one episode. It seemed like I was watching a rip off of one of my favorite dramas, except this time, with the theme of Hell’s Angels instead of the mafia. I’m not into motorcycles, so I almost gave up on the show. I guess what I learned is that sex, drugs, and murder appeal to me, regardless the delivery method.

At the center of the show is Heath Ledger look-a-like Charlie Hunnam, who plays  Jackson “Jax” Teller. Jax is the Vice Prez of the club and heir-apparent to become president.

The season opens with the a rival gang stealing guns from the club as well as the birth of Jax’s son by his junkie ex-wife (Drea de Matteo…yes…the junkie’s wife in Sopranos).

The standout performance on the series is from Gemma, (Katey Segal, Married With Children) Jax’s manipulative mother who is married to the current president of the club, Clay Morrow (Ron Perlman). It should be mentioned that Jax’s dead father was the original founder of the club.

Jax finds his father’s memoir in some old boxes, and discovers that his father had a different vision for the club. A future that compares starkly with the present day gun-smuggling and gangland crime sprees. This sets the theme of the show; Jax begins to second guess his path, and the path of the club.

These television dramas have gotten really good about selecting the most fantastic music for the soundtrack to the show. Some artists have seen huge popularity bumps as a result, and now TV Soundtracks are selling just as successfully as the series DVDs.

I’ve discovered two new artists as a result of SOA, as I am sure most fans of the show have. But I write this  assuming you haven’t seen the show and haven’t heard of the two particular artists I want to mention today.

Episode 12, “The Sleep of Babies,” is bookended by a Bob Dylan song covered by Oklahoma City singer/songwriter Audra Mae. It’s actually two versions of the song “Forever Young,” notably a haunting a capella version at the end of the episode. Below is the version that appears at the beginning.

Click to play Audra Mae & The Forest Rangers – Forever Young (Bob Dylan cover) 

In the emotionally wrenching season finale “Revelator,” the closing scenes are backed by a beautiful cover of an old song by bluesman Blind Willie Johnson. It’s actually an old gospel call and response hymn, but Willie seems to be the first to record it. In the chorus, John of Patmos, the traditional author of the Book of Revelation, is writing “the book of the seven seals.” At the time of the song’s composition, John of Patmos was generally considered the same person as John the Apostle and John the Evangelist.

The events of this episode (which I don’t wanna spoil in case you are planning on watching the series) start to make clear the revelations of his father, which Jax has only been seeing in his peripheral vision. Jax is becoming his father. Jax will write the club’s new story. (That’s what I am assuming will happen in Season 2…we shall see!)

Click to play Curtis Stigers & The Forest Rangers – John the Revelator (Blind Willie Johnson cover)

Curtis Stigers is from Boise, Idaho, and has a mixed musical career of Jazz as well as soul and rock. He has been making albums since 1991, and the track “This Life” is used as the intro for every Sons of Anarchy show.

The music of these two artists are all worth being picked up, and honestly…you might enjoy this TV series too. I am looking forward to moving on to season 2.

Well Moses to Moses, watchin’ the flock
Saw the bush where they had to stop
God told Moses, “Pull off your shoes”
Out of the flock, well you I choose

   

doctor, doctor, give me the news

A couple weekends ago a good friend had a sudden medical emergency. It was one of those unexpected events with lots of blood and anxiety while the doctors tried to find and resolve the cause. She’s alright now but there were a few very scary days along the way.

I’ve been thinking a lot about it since. I keep realizing that, even though we put it through all kinds of punishment with seemingly no ill effect, the human body can be a fragile system. At the time I was also caught up in insane hours of work, and I was losing myself in high stress levels over my projects. This reminded me what’s truly important. The Man and I have a nice little agreement that pays my bills and keeps his business running, but deep down it’s a cold relationship. Your friends, the people dear to your heart, are the ones who keep you going when you need more than a paycheck. They also won’t fire you when you do stupid things. I’d have millions of pink slips by now if that was the case.

Now I’m not a touchy-feely kind of guy who openly expresses emotion. I can’t always find the right words to say what I want, which is when I fall back on music to speak for me. I’m going to do that now. Here’s a little playlist for a lady we all care tons about. Other than the subtle romantic undertones, which should be translated as platonic, friendly vibes, I hope it sums up the wry humor, intelligence, silliness, and quiet love we share in our little group of friends. I’m glad you guys are around.

Click to play Suzanne Vega – Blood Makes Noise

Click to play Fugazi – Give Me The Cure

Click to play The Beatles – Fixing A Hole

Click to play Eels – Beautiful Freak

Respect


Respect is the word I used to end my last post. So I figured I’d offer my own thoughts on the word when it comes to America and its citizens.

-Respect is an overused and underappreciated word in our society.
-Respect is using the words “may I” and “please” when asking for something.
-Respect is valuing who someone is, regardless of disagreeing with who they are.
-Respect is working towards peace. War is not respect. If anything, it’s the antithesis of the word considering our supposed “intelligence”.
-Respect is being mindful of others when undertaking your own actions.
-Respect is nothing you should demand. It should be earned.
-Respect is the golden rule.
-Respect is living up to the rules you tell others they should obey.
-Respect is keeping an open mind.
-Respect is taking care of the world around you. Be it through recycling or by working with others instead of fighting.
-Respect is seven letters. Seven little letters that mean something much larger than the size of the font on the page you’re reading.
-Respect is listening to others.
-Respect is working to be a better person. Not just for yourself, but for and towards others.
-Respect is something you will never fully understand. It is something you will learn in new ways, shapes, and forms every day. Be it through humility, perspective, or hardship.

So when you use the word “respect”, think about why you’re using it. Be conscious of your actions when using the word.

Click to Play Aretha Franklin – Respect (twoshoes edit)

it adds up

 Watch the video here below…and then we can get started. Don’t worry…I’ll wait.

What if I’ve been trying to get to where I’ve always been?

That’s the title track off the album Simple Math, an album I have anxiously waited for all year. The video was directed by Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert, and was released a few weeks back to promote the May 10th release of the full length album.

It’s an amazing video that kind of reminds me of Twin Peaks, minus the backward speaking midget.  The gravity shifts, the story line, the suspense all make for a video that should win at least a handful of awards!

Manchester Orchestra

I feel like you should already know that Manchester Orchestra is required listening for all our readers. We’ve mentioned them a few times on the blog. I couldn’t just gloss over this release, even though I am sure you pre-ordered it on vinyl. Maybe you scooped it up today on iTunes or Amazon?

If you haven’t, I beg you, pick this up. It’s another brilliant album by the boys from Atlanta, Georgia. This album, like the others before it, is honest and passionate. It’s a feeling you get from hearing truth spill from lead singer Andy Hull’s lips. His lyrics are stories, about dreams, fears, pain, and loss. Simple Math has one unifying theme: relationships. We hear the story about Hull’s struggle to understand and maintain his relationship between himself and his wife and between himself and God.

The song “Virgin” comes on in the climax of ‘Act 2’ of the story. I’ll let Andy explain it: “It’s a tri-fold story that parallels three ‘firsts’ for me, the loss of my virginity, the potential loss of relationship, and the realization that our band has and will change after our first album. To all of these issues, the same lyric applies: It’s never gonna be the same.”

Click to Listen to Manchester Orchestra – Virgin

My brother, upon hearing the song for the first time felt like filming a music video for the song, “Boondock Saints” style.  It would be a short film where we watch the protagonist slaughter rapists and murderers in the name of the Lord with the song “Virgin” as the soundtrack.

The song has that feeling of anxiety and frustration that boils up to an emotional release that makes me want to leave my mortal body and shoot my soul into the sky at high velocity. Imagine a signal flare burning fast through the sky at the very moment the dam breaks below.

Wanna hear how the story all ends? Pick up the album. Right now.

Links below.

  

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It’s tough to say you hate Panda Bear. I mean, they are so cute and cuddly..and they are usually harmless. They are, for the most part, pretty boring. You go to the zoo, and you watch them eat and poop, you revel at their cuteness, and you move on to the more interesting animals.


The Panda Bear that is also known as Noah Benjamin Lennox is also boring. I’d even venture to say VERY. BORING.   The album Tomboy is so repetitive and monotonous, that I nearly ejected the CD from the car stereo and threw it out the window. It would have been the only excitement or happiness I would ever get from the album.


I should have known better. I didn’t love the 2007 release of Person Pitch. Two things played into the mistake I made at the record store. The first mistake was a review I read written by Brian Hiatt in the Rolling Stone. 


After reading the write-up, I stored these three things into my long-term memory (which is sorta short these days…)


1. “Simple and powerful”
2. End Product is more like an attack on his guitar
3. Animal Collective’s 2009 breakthrough Merriweather Post Pavilion


This was all that I could really remember when I got to the record store and saw it on sale for $8.99. I had another album in mind, but with points 1 through 3 in my head, and the orange sale sticker…I was doomed to waste 9 hard earned dollars.

When I listened to the CD on the way home, I was just grimacing, wondering how I went wrong. I can’t make out one guitar…and all Panda Bear does is repeat lyrics over and over and over ad nauseum.


This was the song that was the proverbial straw, and it’s not even the worst song on the album. Take a listen to “Drone” (never in the history of music has a more accurate title been chosen for a song… you won’t want to listen for long, I’d imagine. Not that you would need to. I’ll post the lyrics below so you can follow along.)


Click to play Panda Bear – Drone

Now I see you again
Now I feel you again
Now I know you again

Multiply those three lines by thirty.


So…


1. “simple” was accurate, but this is far from “powerful”. This sounds frail and fragile. 
2. Attack on guitar? What guitar?
3. Panda Bear is a member of the band Animal Collective, but then again I have always thought that the album was overrated.


Number 2. Tricky number two. When I reread the article I realized I missed a lot of important details.


But the end product is more like an attack on his guitar, which Lennox warped into various unrecognizable forms – metallic burbles, echoey madness, church-organ-like resonance – by playing it through a synth module.


Which wouldn’t have stopped me from buying the album, since that sounds super cool. The lesson is that even synth modules can’t save you and make you interesting. That at least explains why I never heard one guitar on the whole album.


Well, I guess you can skip this album. I’d suggest you get a copy from your hipster brother, or steal it off mediafire. The best idea is to download it illegally, and then immediately put it in the recycle bin.


Don’t waste the money on the new Panda Bear. It’s Unbearable.


/giggle


  

Osama’s dead! Wait…..the world hasn’t changed?

So Osama bin Laden is dead. That much we’ve figured out. Here’s the problem. We have pretty much shown the world we’re not above everyone else when it came to our reaction. The fans in Philadelphia at the Mets/Phillies game started a “USA! USA!” chant. The website Philly Gameday had one of the best titles on the reaction by fans.

Phillies fans cheer the death of elderly man

Now, while I may not go into such a cynical look into the reaction, I did find it funny. And honestly? There’s a lot of truth to it. Personally, I’m torn with how to react. I am sure many out there feel the same way as I do. We, however, are in that silent majority. The dum-dums pulling the boorish chants and those already fueling conspiracy theories over the lack of a photo are getting the attention. If you’re one of those people in the latter camp? While I respect your right to openly say such things, you need to know that you’re in the minority. It’s not an effort to silence your voice. It’s a good debate to open up, and I respect that. However, I take issue with such a stance, and I am going to detail why here.

Before I go on with all of this, I do have to say that I am extremely anti-war. I watched the effects war had on my own father’s mind and witnessed firsthand the effects it had on others that he knew. Violence begets violence. It’s an endless cycle that can be stopped, even if temporarily. You see, I am not an absolutist when it comes to my pacifism. I understand that violence is ingrained in us. Greed and many other human failings will lead to such devolved behavior. Now, to my points.

First of all, it’s unfortunately an idea that has more conjecture than truth to it. The notion that the government hides behind secrecy has been around for far longer than any of us. The unexplained always leads to such rhetoric. I personally did not witness the Crusades, so does that mean it never happened? No. We use reason and logic to filter out the information we find irrelevant and make a decision on what our version of truth is. Because my father was a man that served in wartime, I unfortunately heard the stories of what he did in Vietnam. The difference between then and now is massive, but the ideas behind how the whole series of events remains the same.

In years past, the military has handled such operations in much the same way. Get in. Get out. If you had a target, you killed said target. Pictures and more are certainly taken. They were in the past. I can guarantee you that. Take the assassination of Diem in the early days of Vietnam. Floating around somewhere are pictures. Since we live in an age of instant gratification, we somehow expect to be treated to some semblance of indulgence when it comes to pictures of a dead bin Laden. It simply does not work that way. Maybe it’s our government lacking in the times when it comes to the understanding of its constituency. My thinking is that it’s an unreasonable request by a small percentage of people that will likely still have doubt when said photos are released.

To those people that want to follow the purported “logic” of those like Alex Jones, I say best of luck to you. The majority of us aren’t drinking the Kool-Aid. We understand that our government would stand to lose a lot more by lying to us all in this instance. The scrutiny that this event would receive was expected by our government. They handled it properly, and when they do decide to release photos, they will. However, it likely won’t please those ranting about the secrecy. What will happen is that we’ll then hear the incessant whining about why it “took so long” and then hear from quacks that claim to be photo-editing experts. Just watch. I know that will happen.

As for those that chose the boorish route by cheering and partying? What exactly does that accomplish? Nothing. It instantly reminded me of the celebrations we saw on TV that many people in Islamic countries had after 9/11. The similarities really don’t end there, though. The one other major similarity is that you are also in the minority when it comes to the celebrations. Most Muslims condemned the attack on our soil. Even Hezbollah – now on the US terrorism group list – condemned the atrocities committed by al Qaeda. The celebrations we saw on TV by Americans was, no doubt, simply a minority of those in our country. Most felt more a sense of relief. Others felt a sense of closure, most notably those that lost loved ones in the attacks.

So what is the right response? I would say to simply think of those that lost friends and family on 9/11, as this could have possibly re-opened the mental wounds. Be supportive of those people. Claiming superiority over others due to one man’s death is lacking the humility we should be showing. The same goes for those requesting proof. I don’t say you should buy into everything you hear, but to use some reason and have some sensitivity when it comes to the aforementioned group that are still mourning. Your actions are a disservice not only to those people, but also to the troops you so desperately want to come home and support without question. It’s a slap in the face to the hard work they’ve done to try to bring an end to what we’ve dealt with for close to ten years. The idea is a simple one – respect. Please have some.

Click to Play Gil Scott-Heron & Jamie xx – NY Is Killing Me

Hell May Not Dwell on the Dead

J Mascis of Dinosaur Jr has released his first solo studio record. The record is almost entirely acoustic and is beautifully designed. To me, it’s the album that had been kept inside since 1994’s “Feel the Pain.” It’s more raw sharing, but this time, in a bit of peace and quiet. Or if you never realized how much pain and heartache was in all those Dino albums, this one can retrospectively shine a light for you.

Several Shades of Why is a collection of ten fragile, contemplative tracks that serve as reminders of the unknown we face on all fronts in life and love.

I know my soul is battered
I know my mind is gone
I been waiting for an answer
But the question takes too long
I need guidance on the river
I need everything I’ve done
So familiar’s coming at me
Don’t wanna blow it all at once

Track five cheats and sneaks in a bit of electric guitar.

Click to Enjoy J Mascis – Is It Done

The backup vocals on this track are supplied by Ben Bridwell of Band of Horses. Other contributers to the album include Kurt Vile, Paul Jenkins, Kevin Drew, Suzanne Thorpe, Sophie Trudeau, and two other guitarists.

As for his intuitive and self-aware lyrics, he says he sometimes writes from the other person’s point of view. “People’s frustrations with me. I know why they’re frustrated with me, but there’s not much I can do about it.” I like to think the title track is a distorted, disembodied mix between a two-way conversation, an inner monologue, and the perceived inner monologue of another.

Click to Enjoy J Mascis – Several Shades of Why

yards of tunes

It’s not often I run across a new artist who boggles my mind, knocks my socks off, and makes me groove out all at the same time. This week I found one.

Tune-Yards (or more officially tUnE-yArDs) is the brainchild of one Merrill Garbus. In fact, it’s pretty much a one-woman show, with some additional help for studio work and live shows. I missed the first Tune-Yards album, Bird-Brains, back in 2009 so the new album W H O K I L L was my introduction to the group’s (?) music. I’m going to go ahead and call it a group for simplicity’s sake. That work for all of you out there? Good.

W H O K I L L is a chaotic, funky, riveting album not quite like anything I’ve heard before. I hear hints of Paul Simon in some of the beats, the indescribable funky swankness of TV On The Radio in the general feel, and even some Sonic Youth in the dissonance that ebbs and flows through the record. Still, it comes together in a way that’s compelling and unique. And very good. Here’s the second track, “Es-So.”

Click to play Tune-Yards – Es-So

First of all, I’m a huge sucker for upright bass so they had me at the first pluck. The jazzy swing feel of the track only adds to my interest. Then you’ve got a ridiculously catchy melody and pretty amazing vocal acrobatics. There’s a lot going on here and…well…I don’t know what to say except that I really dig it. Here’s another track from the album.

Click to play Tune-Yards – Killa

For those of you who like a more visual approach, here’s the video for their single “Bizness.”

Beyond that, I don’t have much to say. Check this album out. It’s definitely worth it.