Oh, excuse me. Sorry, I got a little tied up. I was just beating the sh** out of a radio behind my house, Office Space style, like they do to that copy machine. I hate it with a seething passion, see, as any reader of this blog knows. Why? Hell, it stole my heart. Motown […]
Well, Radiohead, you ain’t gotta tell me twice… you put out a studio album where the last song is recycled from your live album, and it sucked anyway, I’m gonna turn my head in the Julia Holter/Dandy Warhols direction of the proceedings. Well, sh**, all you did was invent your own sovereign, world-shifting musical style, […]
Smashing Pumpkins, around the pivotal turn of the millennium, did what any logical band would do: played a farewell show, and then proceeded to keep cranking out albums for the next 15 years and beyond. And really, thoughts of the world without the Pumps never really made sense, even to me, a 16 year old […]
For the composition of this post I’ve enlisted my older cousin who teaches art in Indianapolis. The post was inspired by my listening to the Meat Puppets’ “Plateau” and staring in awe at their album cover for Meat Puppets II, just thinking how perfectly it went with the music. This is sort of a problem […]
Firstly, and this is a phenomenon I’ve noticed with various artists such as Rivers Cuomo (the unabashedly Green Day-adoring) and Ted Leo, but it’s not unheard of for a discography to actually become less mature, or starkly FINAL, as it goes on. Consider, for instance, Weezer (1994) and The Tyranny of Distance. Listen to the […]
I’m not sure, but I think, that we’re entering a time of year now when a forest of genius typically matriculates up onto canvas — from the dregs and doldrums of still, stultified and scene-less winters. Realities have to exist in a person’s own mind in these environs, and so the imagination necessarily, and defensively, […]
We’re sort of in a paradoxical time now in music, because on one hand, while there are more people in the world than ever, it makes evermore sense for the main message of music to feature and revolve around spoken diction. At the same time, our increasing reliance on technology obviates the appropriateness of electronic […]
Ok, here’s a snapshot of me in the ’00’s, 2005: my friend is making fun of me because I’m sitting in my room smoking weed and listening to Muddy Waters’ His Best: 1947-1953. Most of the songs are just Waters with his guitar, playing perfect blues licks, and VERY scant percussion: I’m talking like rain […]