February 26, 2010

Stina Nordenstam//Winterkilling

It just keeps snowing. Is it ever going to end? I am kind of freaking out about it. When I was a kid, it used to snow like this, but we haven't had this kind of winter in quite some time and I am not used to it anymore. If I was in Michigan, I would expect it. I would feel prepared for and even welcome the nights spent in, drinking whiskey and playing board games. But this is New York. It's so out of context. I can't wrap my head around it.

There's something else I've been trying to wrap my head around this week. It seems possible that A. might be going to school in California next fall, which means that I may be living in California in a year. If a constantly snow-filled season is unexpected, the prospect of me living in Southern California is downright foreign. Still, at least right now, I am feeling like the former may justify the latter. 70 and sunny's sounding better and better!

This song, by reclusive Swedish artist Stina Nordenstam, is about hating winter and moving somewhere for someone (although in the narrator of this song's case, maybe not for the right reasons). Although the actual situation described in this song has little to do with my own, I feel you, Stina. Winter is killing me.



Winterkilling.mp3

You say winter's killing you
And you can't stand the season.
It has no smell or flavor.
I left the city for you.
There was no other reason.

February 25, 2010

Mohammed Rafi//Jaan Pehechaan Ho

Lately, I've been going back to some of my old staples. Life's been a little tumultuous and when that happens, I find that listening to favorites from my youth is kind of a soothing thing. Also, I had lunch at an Indian restaurant in midtown with my mom today. Music from my teenage years and Indian food with my mom are the true definition of comfort to me.

This all brings me to this song. When I was a kid, my favorite songwriter was Aimee Mann, and, though I sometimes find her new stuff to be cheesy, I still think she may be one of my favorite songwriters. Few can pen melodies and lyrics as solid as hers.

Of course, Aimee Mann reminds me of Ghost World (she has a song inspired by the incredible Dan Clowes comic, just like I have a tattoo inspired by it (yes, it was that much of a life changer))...and thinking of Ghost World, the book, brings me to Ghost World, the movie, which, in turns, brings me to this song.

In the film version, Enid watches this video, from a Bollywood film Gumnaam, and dances, as the opening credits roll.

Although his name is relatively unknown here in the states, Mohammed Rafi is an incredibly famous Indian singer, whose built a career which spanned five decades on creating successful Bollywood soundtracks. Rafi was so beloved that his funeral in Mumbai (Bombay) was one of the largest ever, with over 10,000 people in attendance.



Jaan Pehechaan Ho.mp3

Jaan Pehechaan Ho!

February 24, 2010

Tracy + The Plastics//(We Meet the) Queerion

Oh, happy day. Oh, day I have been waiting for. Today is the day we are going to listen to one of my favorite live acts ever, Tracy + The Plastics.

I first saw Tracy (aka feminist video-artist Wynne Greenwood) and her Plastics (also aka Wynne Greenwood) at a very hilarious electroclash tour at The Majestic Theater in Detroit on October 17th, 2002. I had heard how amazing T+TPs were from friends who had seen them (her) the year before opening for Le Tigre. They could not stop talking about how hilarious she was.

As it turns out, I wrote a VERY SNARKY (in keeping with the paper's style) review of this show for The Michigan Daily the next day. Let's just go to a relevant segment of that now:

Tracy + the Plastics were the first official performers. They were absolutely wonderful and also incredibly bizarre. Tracy, whose real name is Wynne Greenwood, makes her prerecorded “music” on a drum machine and midi keyboard then sings along onstage. What really made Tracy spectacular was her witty between-song banter with two alter-egos (the Plastics), Nikki and Cola. These characters were really just pre-recorded camcorder footage of Tracy playing the parts of the Plastics projected onto a screen. By the way, they all talked like that popular Asian girl on MTV’s Daria. Although she is most likely on some very heavy drugs, Tracey’s act was highly amusing.*

And since I really, really want you guys to understand this, here's a video:



This one is also really good.

Sadly, Wynne ended T+TP ended in 2006. Hard to say what Wynne is up to these days. The last thing Wikipedia has her doing is teaching art to kids convicted of crime in Seattle. Still, it's never too late to buy Musclers Guide to Videotronics (hurry! right now there's only one left on Amazon).

(We Meet the) Queerion.mp3

You have my suit.
I want it back.

*I have a feeling some of my good friends might want to re-read this review in full. If you're one of them, let me know and I'll direct you to it.

February 23, 2010

Boyskout//Back to Bed

Just when you thought the cold gray hell that is winter might be finished, you wake up to a day like today and a promise of a few more like it…and maybe even some more snow a few days after that. I hate winter. I hate it. Well, that’s not completely true. I like the first week of it and the very first snow of the season. Beyond that, I am so over it.

A. got home yesterday from a weekend audition jaunt to California. I was extra happy to see her and wake up next to her this morning. What I wasn’t extra happy about was dragging myself out of bed at an obscenely early hour, all while dark rainy vibes greeted me through the window. YUCK.

This song, by the band Boyskout, describes a situation I’m sure we’re all familiar with. You have to get up. The warm body in your bed begs you not to and you don’t want to anyway. Fun. Back to bed: it's everywhere you want to be. Also, what is it that they say in NPR? "Although there's nothing overtly graphic in this story, it's kinda sexy, so kids, cover your ears." No, that's not quite right.

Anyway, in addition to making some super fun songs, the girls in this band are pretty damn cute. Even though it looks like it’s been a while since they were an active band, they’re currently based in Brooklyn. I hope I’ll run into them on the G train someday.



Back to Bed.mp3

Baby, come back to bed.
You know you want to.

February 22, 2010

Man/Miracle//Up

Monday: it's spazzy. Monday Mail!
What is Monday Mail?

Continuing on a theme (you may remember Friday’s post and also this one), Joe Keyes, from eMusic, wrote to promote the newest eMusic selects band.

Joe says:

Oakland's Man/Miracle specialize in spazzy unhinged indie pop that manages to somehow channel Talking Heads, The Cure and King Sunny Ade all at once. I have been playing this record NON STOP for the last week. After a mood-settling opener, "Hot Sprawl" gets the party started and, from that moment on, it is a nonstop energetic floor-filler. This album is a striking, thrilling rave-up that demands repeated listens – crazy, interlocking guitar, weird polyrythms, ecstatic yelps and shouts – all of this adds up to a bracing and astonishing debut.

It’s true. “Spazzy unhinged indie pop” is the best way to describe Man/Miracle. It’s fun. It’s fast. It’s awkward, but in a good way. They sound like a mildly less obnoxious version of Clap Your Hands Say Yeah or a way less overdramatic (and less gay) version of Wild Beasts, with a slightly jammier guitar sensibility.

Get the whole damn album on eMusic.



Up.mp3

He’s nervously pacing.

February 19, 2010

Breathe Owl Breathe//Kids + Cats

Local Music Local Friday
Tell me...what is this Local Music Fridays?

On Saturday November 19, 2005, Michael and I were releasing The Dumb and Ugly Club's second album, Mars 1967, at Arbor Vitae in Ann Arbor. There was a band called Breathe Owl Breathe and Michael was friends with them, so they opened up for us. They were great.

At they time they were comprised of Micah Middaugh and Andrea Moreno (they have since added Trevor Hobbes). Since then, the band has skyrocketed, getting lots of well-deserved love from places like eMusic and Pitchfork.

Just because they may now be selling doesn't mean they've sold out. In fact, it's the exact opposite. Listening to Breathe Owl Breathe, I feel transported to back to so many memorable magical Michigan music moments (sorry for the Ms)--acoustic guitars and banjos and xylophones on the porch of a house by a lake. Ahhhhh.



Kids + Cats.mp3

We met up in a net
Outside the city limits.
For hours, we talked and slept.

February 18, 2010

Yaz//Situation

This was a hit when I was a kid. That said, I don't think I was really aware of who Yaz was until college when some friends became obsessed with one of their songs ("In My Room") included on the soundtrack for the movie The Chocolate War (what, what Robert Cormier!).

Yaz (or Yazoo in the UK) is a duo of pure synth delight. Synther-songwriter Vince Clarke, of Depeche Mode (and later Erasure), teamed up with singer Alison Moyet to create the magic that you hear below. Moyet's voice is exquisite (and another example of early vocal gender confusion for me). Clarke's sounds are iconic and quintessentially early 80s.

The band broke up in the early 90s, but got back together again about a year ago. Anyone catch them on that reunion tour? I'm thinking it was probably one of the rare actually awesome reunions.



Situation.mp3

Do I dress for every situation,
Moving through the doorway of a nation?

February 17, 2010

The Fabulettes//Try the Worrying Way

Anyone with even a mild interest in pop music should probably consider investing in the excellent One Kiss Can Lead to Another: Girl Group Sounds Lost and Found compilation released by Rhino. These beautiful four discs of rare and not-as-rare girl group tracks are actually packaged in a hat box. I shit you not.

From the Amazon’s description:

Girl groups have enchanted humankind since the era of the ancient Greeks, when legend has it the Sirens attempted to lure wayfarers Odysseus and Jason to their fates; Persephone's chanteuses would eventually even lose a battle of the bands to the Muses. A couple millennia later, female singers would become a dominant force in the pop and rock of the ‘60s, the era anthologized on this four-disc, 120-track collection from Rhino.

This song is about worrying. In this case, the worry is focused around a bad boyfriend. But, let me confess that I’ve been worrying about a lot of stuff lately. Maybe it’s winter madness (thanks, 30 Rock) or maybe it’s just mid-twenties anxiety, but I can’t stop worrying. I’m not going to list all the things I worry about. It would be too long and too sad, but suffice to say, you are not alone if you feel this way too. We are all worrying.

Speaking of sad, general anxiety doesn’t even come close to being as sad as this song’s pre-feminist context. Girl loves boy. Boy cheats on girl. Well, that sucks, but at least girl is losing weight (without taking Metrecal!) fretting over it. Lame.

Too bad about the offensiveness of the situation, because a. ladies, I know you’ve been there (whether you are freaking out over a boy or a girl) and b. this song is so rad. I can’t find anything at all about these Fabulettes (instead I keep getting some kind of 90s girl group parody—-gross). Regardless, they are quite fabulous!



Try the Worrying Way.mp3

I don’t count calories.
I don’t exercise.
I just wonder what woman my man’s been with
When he tells me he’s been out with the guys.

February 16, 2010

Marvin Gaye//Can I Get a Witness?

I am currently blogging live from Jury Duty, at a courthouse on the corner of Fulton and Adams in Brooklyn, NY. Or at least, I am live at the time of me typing this. I can't actually post it live, because Blogger is blocked on this network. How they decided to block Blogger, but leave Facebook, Twitter, and a host of other questionable sites open, well, I have no idea. But, as a result, you are getting this post on a delay.

Jury Duty is not my favorite thing. You mostly just wait around in a gray institutional room with a bunch of other unhappy citizens. A few highlights so far:

-A video about Jury Duty (they had one of these in NJ too--equally hilarious and dated) which appears to have been put together by a low budget just-out-of-film-school kid. My favorite part was the "Trial by Ordeal" section (it was meta, since the video itself was a trial by ordeal). Some dudes in beards and rags threw a bound and gagged man into the water to see if he would float or sink. Judges of the olden times or angry Williamsburg hipsters?

-The guy running the orientation invited everyone up who couldn't speak English and then berated them, saying "if you can't speak English, how did you understand what I just said to you? You're not getting out of this!"

-The crappy one-step-below-gas-station-mart instant coffee machine.

Anyway, I thought I would bring you a song that is somewhat pertinent to the judicial system today. Marvin Gaye's "Can I Get a Witness?" is actually about wanting someone to witness a bad relationship and stand up for you, but hey, there are lots of trials that require witnesses, including criminal ones. Also, my friend Angelina used to yell this question a lot when she was drunk in the college era of our lives, so I feel good about it.



Can I Get a Witness?.mp3

So I'm gonna stick by her till the very end,
But she causes so much misery I forget how
Love is supposed to be.
Somebody, somewhere, tell her it ain't fair.
Can I get a witness?
I want a witness!

February 15, 2010

OK Go//This Too Shall Pass (Live)

Marching Monday Mail!
What is Monday Mail?

Hello and happy Valentine’s Day hangover/President’s Day. Yet again, here I am at the office when it seems like everyone else in the world is off. On top of that, I think I also may have had my all time worst MTA experience this morning getting to work. It took me seven trains/buses and an hour and fifteen minutes to get from my apartment in Brooklyn to Lower Manhattan. It usually takes me one train and 20 minutes. In fact all three recent “holidays” (MLK, SnOMG and today) have been transit nightmares. What gives!?

Moving on, do you guys know about VSL aka The Very Short List? It’s a daily email about one cool thing, whether it’s a blog, album, video, book, etc. Last week, they sent an email about this new video (below) from Chicago (now LA) band OK Go. It said:

It may come as a surprise that the dancing treadmill guys from YouTube are actually a legitimate band. But we suggest checking out OK Go’s latest and most inventive music video, featuring “This Too Shall Pass,” from their new album, Of the Color of the Blue Sky.

Dressed in deep purple marching band suits and equipped with accordion, xylophone, bass drum and snare (and eventually the entire Notre Dame marching band), OK Go perform in a swampy field on an overcast day. And they really are performing. Unlike with their previous videos, in which band members lip-sync to a prerecorded track, this song was recorded during the shoot—an impressive feat that lends the video the sort of perfect imperfection that makes OK Go endearing, funny and fun to watch. Not to mention the song itself, which is a catchy tune worthy of both your computer and your stereo.

You may remember OK Go (as I do) from their early 2000s hit, “Get Over It.” While I thought that track walked the line of delightfully poppy/annoyingly grating, erring more toward the obnoxious, this song is less prone to being potentially irritating. Chalk it up to the tubas or something. I can get down.

“This too shall pass” probably would have been a good attitude to adopt this morning while stuck in the bowels of subway hell. Of course, easier said than done. Have you ever been in the Canal Street JMZ station? That place is not pretty.


This Too Shall Pass.mp3

You know you can't keep letting it get you down
And you can't keep dragging that dead weight around.

February 12, 2010

In Tall Buildings//Walking Man

Before we start, three quick pieces of news:

1. I got the fun opportunity to contribute to a story about staying in on Valentine's day on Brokelyn by friend Beth Hoyt. As usual, I am loudly praising Daptone, who should probably consider making me some kind of brand ambassador at this point.

2. Palmyra plays tonight at Matchless in Greenpoint, which is a really fun bar to hang at, so come say hi! We are going to play a lot of "high energy rock songs."

3. I just went to the dentist and was told I have to buy an electronic toothbrush. Is this news? I don't know. But does anyone out there own an electronic toothbrush/have advice on the purchase of this peculiar device?

Now that that's done, let's Local Music Friday.
Tell me...what is this Local Music Fridays?

You may remember Erik Hall from previous LMF/afrobeat sensation Nomo. When he isn't touring and recording with that group, Erik is working on a solo project called In Tall Buildings, whose solo debut is set to release on April 6, 2010 on Whistler Records.

Getting a preview listen of this album has been quite a pleasure. Erik's voice, not just as a vocalist, but as a songwriter, is so clear and the aesthetic of the recorded sound is so well developed. It's easy to hear that he's put a lot of thought, time and energy into crafting this record.

If you're in Chicago, catch In Tall Buildings at The Whistler on 2/25.

I like this song because it's simple and poignant, which are two very important qualities for songs to possess, if you ask me. Also, I'm not going to lie. I really love that keyboard part that comes in at 1:45.



Walking Man.mp3

The walking man knows no other way to go.

February 11, 2010

Sleigh Bells//Ring Ring

Stereogum says they're a band to watch. Pitchfork says they're "rising." All this attention is making their first album one of the most anticipated of the year.

If you read this blog with any regularity, you may be well-aquatinted with my feelings on the concept of "hype." Much of the time, I think it's just that--hype. Some of the best music I've ever heard has been completely without buzz and some of the worst music I've ever heard has been completely over-praised by "prominent critics." Once in a while, a band is getting hype because it actually deserves it or because it's special in some way. I kind of feel that way about Sleigh Bells.

It's not that Sleigh Bells are good songwriters or masterful artists. At best, they sound like passable musicians with a creative sound. What I'm sure makes them stand out is their live energy...and this is something I can tell even having never seen them live. You better believe though that I'm going to try to see them live as soon as possible. Their songs sound like the best party you've never been too--the kind you know will be fun and bad and debaucherous; the kind you wouldn't tell your parents about, the kind you want to get yourself to ASAP.

I put this song on my Christmas mix because I thought it was witty and appropriate. And since we're wading through a foot of snow, it still seems so. Get it? Sleigh Bells?



Ring Ring.mp3

You're just a weatherman,
We make the wind blow.

February 10, 2010

Elliott Smith//Angel in the Snow

I woke up today and looked out the window. A.’s back garden was white and sparkly. I’m not sure that this is the snowmageddon that everyone thought it would be, but it’s still pretty. On my way to the office (yeah, no snow day for me), even the decimated industrial swamp section of Jersey looked pretty. Now that takes a lot.

I hope that you’re at home and not at work. I hope you are putting on your boots, your long underwear and your snow pants to go sled or build snowmen or maybe make snow angels. I hope someone you love is going with you. I hope you are going to have hot chocolate with plenty of marshmallows after that. And I hope that you’ll snuggle into blankets with the heat as high as you want and watch your favorite movie again.

This is a song by late great Elliott Smith about love and snow angels. It’s a song about being in awe of someone or something. You must know what I’m talking about.



Angel in the Snow.mp3

I’m crushed out on the way you are.

February 9, 2010

RJD2//2 More Dead

You may know RJD2, electronic music and hip hop producer, from his numerous commercial placements with song "Ghostwriter". And if you don't know him from that, I have a feeling I know where you do know him from. "Ghostwriter" is a great song. In fact the entire album, Deadringer, is great. That said, I'm definitely partial to this track.

I believe I first heard this stuff mid-college time. I'm sure it was Ali who introduced me. She may have even put this track on a mix. There's something so perfect and expert about the way RJD2 (aka Ramble John--note to self: name children "Ramble") mixes and mashes his beats and sounds: A dash of old funk, a pinch of a soul vocal and a base of the new. Not surprising that this delicate balance between retro and modern is a perfect fit for the Mad Men theme.

Apparently, a few years ago, RJ moved in a new musical direction--toward playing instruments and singing. It's definitely different, but not nessicarily bad. It seems as though he has returned slightly to his older style on his newer record, The Colossus.



2 More Dead.mp3

Live in NYC? RJD2 plays The Highline on March 7. Live elsewhere? He's on a major tour now.

February 8, 2010

Bluebird Handwriting//Io

Slightly Mysterious Monday Mail.
What's Monday Mail?

I like when songs feel like they’re taking you on a journey and “Io” by electronic group Bluebird Handwriting seems to be puling us along on a trippy safari. The song is at times digitally futuristic, at times a bit tribal and still at others manically analog. 8 bit-inspired sections are flanked by overdriven distortion. The juxtaposition is highly enjoyable.

I also like thinking specifically about instrumental tracks in terms of what kind of documentary they might be used to back. Listening now to this track, I immediately hear a particularly hopeful episode of This American Life. Ira, are you getting this?

I don’t know what I can really tell you about Bluebird Handwriting, as they seem to be intentionally a bit mysterious. They even wrote in with painfully minimal information:

Dear Internet/Intranet,
We've got a new release on our hands and we'd love for you to put it up on your site.


Ok, there was a little more than that—but not much. Here's what I have been able to find out:
They’re from Connecticut.
Their new EP, IOEP is out on Wednesday. On a Wednesday?
It appears as though they may be comprised of three dudes, but this is also hard to be sure of.



Io.mp3

Find out (a little, but not much) more about Bluebird Handwriting.

February 3, 2010

Television//Venus De Milo, Friction

Homeboys and homeboyettas, I have a confession to make. My confession is that I am going to abandon you. It won't be forever. I would never do that to you. But it will be until Monday. See, way back in December, I got a present from my girlfriend for our anniversary. The present was spending a night out of the city in a quaint bed and breakfast in the country with fireplaces. And at last, that day has come.

I know it's not cool to walk away from my one-a-day promise, so now I'm giving you two extra good songs by an extra good band to make up for it. That band is Television and they are amazing.

Of course, I think Ali introduced the band to me. From the almighty:

Television is an American post punk band, formed in New York City in 1973. Although Television have never had more than a cult audience in their American homeland, they have achieved significant commercial success in Europe. Today, they are widely regarded as one of the key founders of new wave music and seminal influences on punk rock.

Television was a part of the early New York underground rock scene, contemporary with bands like the Patti Smith Group and the Ramones. In contrast to the Ramones' focus on rock 'n' roll minimalism, Television's music was much more technically proficient, defined by the dueling guitars of Tom Verlaine and Richard Lloyd.


Tom Verlaine and Richard Lloyd actually ran away from school in the 70s and "moved to New York to be poets." If that isn't a solid foundation on which to form a band, I don't know what is.

Although it is my understanding that they have some less-than-stellar albums, in my opinion, Marquee Moon is an all-time classic. Not a bad track on it. It's tough like punk but the musicianship is extra proficient. Tom Verlaine's voice comes across with the perfect mix of sensitive-guy contemplation and I-don't-give-a-fuck rock and roll sex appeal. The guitars are extra jamming, leading some critics to call them The Grateful Dead of punk. They used the comparison positively and negatively, but the title track is almost 11 minutes long. That's kinda jammy, guys.

The band got back together for a show in Central Park in 2007 on my birthday. I was there! It was awesome. DUH.

Have a wonderful weekend. Fall into the arms of Venus De Milo. See youse on Monday.



Venus De Milo.mp3

Friction.mp3

Richie said,
"Hey man let's dress up like cops, look at what we can do!"
Something, something said
You better not.

Pinback//Subbing for Eden

I think the San Diego-based band Pinback is highly under buzzed and underrated. Their compositions are brimming with pleasantly tangled melodies and well-written lyrics.

The core of the band are singer-songwriters Armistead Burwell Smith IV and Rob Crow. Smith once described his music as “…pretty with an edge? I don't necessarily know how to explain it. I like dark and brooding tones. I don't ever want my music to get too pretty. I like it to have an underlying rawness. Sugar coating on the top, evil underneath.” The music definitely has an edge, but it’s never overbearing, as if they adapted their sound from a subdued but anxious unease juxtaposed with their sunny, calm locale.

This song is from their most recent album, Autumn of the Seraphs, which I really love through and through. The band’s been around since 1998 and has released five full albums and eight EPs since then. They are supposed to be out with a new one this year. I bet it's going to be good.



Subbing for Eden.mp3

Petals falling from the engine.
Can you see the number?
Can you trace the name?
Sifting through you trash.
A piece of ancient history.
A ballad of an old one.

February 2, 2010

The Very Best//The Warm Heart of Africa

Let me start by saying that even though I like The Very Best, I kind of hate Vampire Weekend. This is why I was surprised when, after a friend posted this song up on a social networking site, I loved it. First I listened to it and thought, “that sounds like the guy from Vampire Weekend.” Then I confirmed: “That IS the guy from Vampire Weekend.” Then, I pondered: “Do I like it even though it features that guy from Vampire Weekend?” The answer: a resounding, “fuck yeah!”. Now, I’m waking up in the morning with this jam in my head. It really is just that catchy.

The “guy” in question is Ezra Koenig, who grew up just one town over from me in NJ exactly when I was growing up there. Look at us now.

More importantly, the band in question is The Very Best, which is comprised of African-born/UK-residing Esau Mwamwaya and the boys from UK-based electronic outfit (either unfortunately or awesomely named) Radioclit. As the makeup of collaborators would suggest, the group produces tunes that blend African rhythms with electronic sensibilities.

It’s cold in New York right now…and it’s going to be cold for a while. Blast your heat, close your eyes, put this song on and imagine yourself dancing in the deliciously warm heart of Africa.



Warm Heart of Africa.mp3

When the boys move fast, you should take it slow.

February 1, 2010

The Car Is on Fire//Ombarrops!

Air Mail, Monday Mail!
Now that we’ve returned to the present, let’s catch up on Monday Mail.

In what is undoubtably one of the weirdest solicitations I have ever received, Mariusz writes:

In the 1960s, the government of Poland attempted to secretly join the so-called “Star Wars” programme. Alone in this endeavor, however and with confidence in short supply, it failed to live up to the standards set by the superpowers of the time. Though it did manage to send three astronauts into space. “The Car Is on Fire” team was to fulfill a project known by the code-name “Ombarrops!”. Their research was assigned to Soma station, headed by John McEntire, well-known for his participation in such expeditions as “Tortoise”, “The Sea and Cake” or “Stereolab”.

Unfortunately, on the way back home, their capsule ran out of fuel, leaving them all alone in the abyss of endless space until this day. Their country abandoned them a long time ago, so they’ve decided to send this message into the ether, hoping to be saved someday. But the most important are the results of their scientific research, which can be found below.


The so-called “scientific research” includes this song, a jumpy, jittery, poppy anthem from their latest effort of the same name.

Apparently, this band is really big in their native Poland and even won a Fryderyk (the Polish equivalent of a Grammy). They also have songs called “Parker Posey” and “Ex Sex is (not) the Best.” Ain’t that the truth. I mean…



Ombarrops!.mp3

In this life, in this life full of boundaries,
We should appreciate all the victories.

January 29, 2010

Boards of Canada//1969

Friends, Time Travel Week is coming to an end and my grand plan is to strand us somewhere in the summer of 1969, maybe in some kind of commune, probably on some hallucinogenic drugs. Maybe Altamont? Maybe Woodstock?

Speaking of Altamont, yesterday A. and I went to the Brooklyn Museum to catch Who Shot Rock and Roll? before it closed. There is an awesome picture of The Rolling Stones playing to adoring, if distressed, looking fans, while a Hell's Angel Security Guard pushes crowds back in the background.

Soundscapes presented by BoC are strange, deeply analogue and pretty. This song is from Geogaddi, which was released in 2002. One member of the band, Sandison, described the album as "a record for some sort of trial-by-fire, a claustrophobic, twisting journey that takes you into some pretty dark experiences before you reach the open air again." From Wikipedia: "Geogaddi's development allegedly involved the creation of 400 song fragments and 64 complete songs, of which 22 were selected."



1969.mp3

1969, in the sunshine.

The Year in Music, 1969: In addition to Woodstock and Altamont, 1969 saw the formation of Black Sabbath, Mott the Hopple and ZZ Top. The Beatles released Abbey Road. The two highest charting singles were "Get Back" by the Beatles and "Honkey Tonk Woman" by The Rolling Stones.

January 28, 2010

Gorillaz//19-2000

Now let's go forward 17-18 years, to roughly 2000, which is what I think is implied by the title of this song.

Gorillaz was a kind of strange animated "virtual" supergroup featuring, among others, Blur's Damon Albarn, CIbo Matto's Miho Hatori, rapper Del tha Funkee Homosapien (who is amazing, and sadly absent from this track). Instead of the musicians, the band was portrayed as weird cartoon gorillas animated by Jamie Hewlett (Tank Girl). It was weird, but it worked.

This is one of the rare songs that was actually written/released in/around the year after which it was named. What can we surmise from the lyrics about 2000?

-Things are starting to feel like they are moving too quickly.
-Nike shoes are popular.
-Monkeys easily get confused.
-Get the cool shoeshine.

Ok, so at least half of this song is nonsense, but I was alive in the year 2000 and I'm sure at least half of that year was nonsense too. Dig it?



19-2000.mp3

And if time's elimination,
Then we got nothing to lose.
Please repeat the message,
It's the music that we choose.

Time Travel Definition: Per wikipedia, a Time Loop "is a common plot device in science fiction (especially in universes where time travel is commonplace) in which time runs normally for a set period (usually a day or a few hours) but then skips back like a broken record. When the time loop "resets", the memories of most characters are reset (i.e. they forget all that happened). This situation resembles the mythological punishment of Sisyphus, condemned to repeatedly push a stone uphill only to have it roll back down once he reached the top, and Prometheus, condemned to have his liver torn out and eaten by an eagle each morning," aka Groundhog Day.

January 27, 2010

Mirah//1982

Now, let's travel just a few years into the future, to 1982, where future K Records all star Mirah (who has been mentioned before) is playing Atari in her living room, probably in Bala Cynwyd*, PA, just outside of Philly.
*Sidenote: I really love when people not familiar with the Philadelphia metro area attempt to pronounce "Bala Cynwyd." It's "Ba La Kin Wood," for the record, homies.

A year later, in 1983, THE HUMBLE NARRATOR OF THIS BLOG will be born in Hackensack, NJ. A few years after that, my family would frequently travel to see family friends who had, awesomely, an Atari (ready for home use in, really?, 1977) AND a pinball machine in their basement. Some particularly bright childhood memories for me were the mornings spent in their old Pennsylvania farmhouse in PJs with the family's oldest son and still dear friend Matt, playing Pac Man, Donkey Kong and some military-ish shooting game that I can't remember the name of. Matt?

Old school video games are awesome. Did you know that you can now download emulators for computers and play all your favorite games from childhood. I recently did this at the urging of some friends/bandmates and my life hasn't been the same, not necessarily in a good way. Mostly, I've been glued to a chair listening to the audio version of Game Change (which is completely cheap and salacious) while frantically trying to defeat pixelated viruses with pixelated pills in Dr. Mario.
Also, if you live in NY, you can go play all the arcade versions of these old games in person, while drinking overpriced microbrews, at Barcade in Williamsburg. I have a friend coming to town from LA this weekend and I am thinking about putting this on our list of places to hit up.

Anyway, video game digression aside, the point of this is that if you were a child of the 80s, like I was, life was pretty rad. We had the fun of video games (and, as Mirah points out, the fun drama of destroying our friends and siblings at them), Saturday morning cartoons and the Sunday funnies, but not the electronic time-suck of the internet and cell phones. We played outside a lot and would later be excited by things like snap bracelets. Public Enemy and Faith No More were just forming, while ABBA and The Eagles were breaking up. Life was good.



1982.mp3

Frogger, I'm a frog.
Breakout, you're a dog.
You're a dog for trying to run me over.
1982, I'm playing Atari
In my living room.

Time Travel Prep: Now that we're in 1982, you should probably know some key facts so you can blend in, BTTF style. In the US, we're having a recession and Toyota just came out with a new kind of car. It's called the Camry. Cal Ripken JR. is going to break records, the St. Louis Cardinals are going to win the World Series and Time Magazine's Man of the Year is going to be, for the first time, non-human: the computer. Very interesting, considering that Apple's about to introduce it's much-hyped Tablet-of-the-Future today. 1982, how far we've come.

January 26, 2010

The Smashing Pumpkins//1979

Now, my time-travelling friends, let’s go back to 1979, or at least to 1995 when this song was released on mammoth chart-topping double album, Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness by The Smashing Pumpkins.

I have to say, I was never really a Pumpkins fan. As a kid, I found Corgan’s voice whiney and grating. In spite of that, I always liked this song and the video that went with it. Also, strangely, I think I like the band’s sound now, as an adult, more than I ever did when they were popular. In fact, just writing this makes me want to revisit their entire body of work.

Regardless of how I feel about the band, this album was an incredible success, with five singles, four of which went Top 40. "Bullet with Butterfly Wings," anybody?

Between the lyrics and the video, Corgan and co. paint 1979 as at once brightly youthful and boringly suburban. Populated by “poured cement,” mild drug use, “the vacant and the bored,” lonely afternoons and a general feeling of aimlessness, the teenage angst in the song is kind of beautiful. In a way, it sucks and the narrator feels isolated from/confused by society as a whole. On the other hand, the ties formed between the narrator and other isolated kids in the scene are perfect, intense and interesting.

Of course, in the greater world, outside of the universe of the song, lots of things were happening in 1979. In Iran, the Islamic Revolution swept through the country. China invaded Northern Vietnam. In Montenegro and Albania, a completely destructive 7.0 earthquake struck. In the UK, the IRA was bombing things left and right--Margaret Thatcher also became prime minister. In America, there were riots in San Fransisco over the verdict for Dan White, who shot Harvey Milk. Beyond that, in the states, we got the Susan B. Anthony dollar, Skylab and the death of famed sitcom horse Mr. Ed. I guess we can understand what Corgan was writing about, after all.

As for 1995, when the song was released, the year was a turning point for music and technology. Corgan stated that “1979” was the most personally important song on his band’s new record, indicating that it would be a forbearer for a new sound, “something that combines technology, and a rock sensibility, and pop, and whatever, and hopefully clicks.”

In 1996, just a year later, a girl would be killed in a wild mosh pit at a Pumpkin’s show in Ireland and SP keyboardist Jonathan Melvoin would OD on heroin and die, marking the beginning of the end for the band.

But, for now, let’s not think about that. Instead, let’s think about our friends rolling us through artificially green fields of subdivisions in giant old tires:


1979.mp3

We don't even care, as restless as we are.
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below.

Time Travel Definition:Acording to Wikipedia: "A time slip (also called a timeslip) is an alleged paranormal phenomenon in which a person, or group of people, travel through time through supernatural (rather than technological) means. ...Many time slip witnesses report that, at the start of their experience of the phenomena, their immediate surroundings take on an oddly flat, underlit and lifeless appearance, and normal sounds seem muffled. This is sometimes accompanied by feelings of depression and unease." Learn more.

January 25, 2010

Yeasayer//2080

Before we kick off the week: OSS finally jumped on the social networking bandwagon (about 1-4 years late, but oh well). You can now follow the jams on Twitter and Facebook.

Speaking of technology, I would like to officially welcome you to Time Travel Week here on OSS. Prepare to be jostled around as we move between different points in time in a manner analogous to moving between different points in space!

Last week, I had dinner with a friend and we got into a long, intense conversation about what would happen if we lost the grid. This is one of my favorite conversations and usually leads me to fantasize about the hell that would occur when post-digital information age, we realize that no one in our society actually knows how to do anything anymore and we are hurdled into another dark age. I have a few friends who are carpenters and farmers. I am looking at you guys. If this ever happens, I will be showing up at your doors.

With that in mind, let’s travel to the future. Brooklyn buzz band Yeasayer just released a new album that sounds, from what I’ve heard of it so far, great. On their previous release, All Hour Cymbals, they wrote about 2080.

The version of the future (and the resistance to thinking about it too much) described in the song feels pretty bleak. The narrator suggests that we “grab at the chance to be handsome farmers,” implying that our current situation likely won’t hold long. The way the song sounds, I can’t help but imagine post-apocalyptic urban hells taking over our once-thriving cities and small farming communities dotting our countrysides, with people returning to old ways as lack of resources leads civilization to revert to simpler times. The narrator also acknowledges that he’ll “surely be dead” by the time any of this comes to pass.

Until tomorrow, enjoy your stay in 2080. If you get bored, you can always get back in the DeLorean for some more.



2080.mp3

I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in.
I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into.

Time Travel Fact: It’s unclear where the idea of time travel first emerge, although some point to an early example around 700 BC. From Wikipedia: Ancient folk tales and myths sometimes involved something akin to travelling forward in time; for example, in Hindu mythology, the Mahabharatha mentions the story of the King Revaita, who travels to heaven to meet the creator Brahma and is shocked to learn that many ages have passed when he returns to Earth.

January 22, 2010

Modern Medical Miracle//Right By Your Side

Stop Motion. Fridaytime. Local Music Friday.
Tell me...what is this Local Music Fridays?

Alan Markley, a friend of a friend, has a band called Modern Medical Miracle, who we played a show with at one of my least favorite (and now thankfully defunct) NYC spaces, The Annex. Of course, the crappiness of the venue doesn't have anything to do with Markley's songs, which are fun and upbeat.

Alan sent along this video last week and it's really too cute not to put up here. The video and the song correctly capture that rapturous moment when you feel yourself falling in love. It's impossible to avoid being precious, saccharine and a tad cheesy when venturing into this subject matter, but MMM embraces it (think: that ridiculous but perfect Hall and Oates-backed dance sequence in 500 Days of Summer) and comes out on the other end endearing and intact. Besides, it's hard to take a stop-motion stick figure made of bent paper clips dancing around in a teacup TOO seriously.



Right By Your Side.mp3

It's feeling right,
Right by your side.