I'm glad I managed to squeeze out that flaming lips review, with the lights on, before departing on a short promenade to southwestern ontario. some anonymous chucklehead already sent me an email saying that "travis morrison isn't a drummer." well, duh, but if you've seen him live, he definitely is "schizoid." i acknowledge that the construction of the sentence is a little ambigious, but give me a little credit, snarky-person.
some songs i'm listening to a lot right now:
the flaming lips - "she don't use jelly." I don't know what music-train I was on in 1993, but it sure wasn't the Good Music Locomotive, or at least, I didn't have my ear to the ground. even if i missed "she don't use jelly" then, however, after last week's show, i'm not going to miss it again. feel-good and absolutely stupid, dazzling with its gummy chorus. but is it just me or does it never fully congeal, climb to that transcendent place with the guru in the clouds?
radiohead - "i am citizen insane." Pitchfork apparently doesn't like the new radiohead b-sides. me, i find them pretty interesting. "i am a wicked child" is indeed a genuine bore (thom's voice does sound, for once, thin, even when doubletracked). but "gagging order" is fascinating, showing the bizarro-radiohead that never left "Fake Plastic Trees," finger-picked acoustic guitar and sincere whiteboy sorrows. My favourite, however (and the only of the b-sides i expect I'll ever really listen to regularly) is "I am citizen insane." It's a peculiar, ambient instrumental with skittering beats and rocketlaunch bleeps - but i like that meandering droplet synthline. it sounds like someone i might like.
Elliott Smith - "A Distorted Reality is Now a Necessity." One of the two tracks off Elliott Smith's new 7". they both sound really good - definitely more awake than Figure 8, doing something remotely novel. "A Distorted Reality" shows typical melancholy, but is laced with a slightly mischievous organ-line, and - more importantly - a superterrific electric guitar, straight outta the Beatles in a different way than usual, Let it Be-bleedin'. but it fades out. (sigh)
Outkast - "Hey Ya." This leaked single from the Dre side of the upcoming Outkast double-record is as much punchy fun as, well, spiked punch. more marvin gaye than "mrs jackson," it's a song i can't put down, that i keep sipping and sipping. pink boas tromping down a brown street, stars dripping streamers. "heeeeeey ya. hey ya!"
Nathan Lawr - "Spanish Armadas." [download] Pleasantly lazy, pressing forward through acoustic guitar strum and lap steel with piano and a little female vocal support. He just toured with The Arcade Fire, has played with Royal City, etc. I very much want to hear his album.
Mark Knopfler and Chet Atkins - "Imagine." Found on The Site That Will Not Be Named, this is delicious adult-contemporary fare, instrumental loveliness. When it tumbles into the familiar chorus, it's like birds alighting on an electric-wire, acting out the photograph you imagined moments before.
Okkervil River - "Blackest Coat." The best thing on the Julie Doiron/OK split EP, the song starts awfully. An ugly-and-monotonous back-and-forth on guitar, but as melody and voice slowly layer on, something extraordinary happens, and at precisely 4:11 it's one of those moments that elicits a shuddering physical reaction. it's not pain, or bliss, it's just a juddering opening-up, a heart that creaks open. and then (gloriously, gloriously) the band somehow climbs into a loud-yelling-crashing victory finale. good god, i love this group.
music posts (here and at TM) may be interrupted for the next seven days as my internet access will be severely limited. sorry!