Thursday, January 12, 2006

mixchange

so i'm in the process of assembling a mix for exchange with some other music fans in other states of stuff i've heard and loved in the past six months. how excited was i to learn that i can make an entire hour-long mix of basically only minnesota artists and that it will completely rock? answer: very. here it is so far:

parallels :: beight
schoolyard bullies :: aphrill
drowned :: halloween, alaska
stand up (let's get murdered) :: p.o.s.
bombs away :: friends like these
market made murder :: sims
via satellite :: the notes and scratches (chicago)
ghost in the house :: the plastic constellations
playboy :: hot chip (brooklyn)
thieves choke on spit :: askeleton
oscar wilde breakdown :: digitata
what comes at the end :: cloud cult
lakeshore drifter :: cecil otter
gemini (birthday song) :: why? (cali? i'm not sure)

it strikes me now that i need to add white light riot's "out of sight," but i haven't ripped it to my itunes yet.

Monday, January 9, 2006

critics show on homegrown

i enjoyed myself a great deal during my rookie appearance on KQ homegrown's annual critics picks show last night and mei young assures me that it'll be up shortly for your listening pleasure at the homegrown website. the group comprised david de young from howwastheshow.com (misattributed with hilarious consequences as styx lead singer dennis de young on the signs in the lobby), chris riemenschneider from the strib, rich horton from rift, chris bahn from the onion, lyndsey thomas from city pages and ross raihala from the pi press. there was a lot less drunkeness than last year (i hear) but we still managed to have a capital time.

no music content here whatsoever

so this has nothing to do with music, but i'm putting up a link to photos i took while i was in sri lanka, mostly as a way of explaining my absence and laxity regarding answering e-mails and posting anything to the blog while i've been away. so, if you like pictures of baby sea turtles and monkeys, i'd check it out.

steve's photos on flickr

Thursday, December 15, 2005

ask not for whom the van rolls, it rolls for thee

what's going on with vans these days? first heiru flips theirs (okay, i guess technically they flipped theirs second, but i heard about it first) and now this. what counts, though, is the pulling together in the name of tour.

Drive 105 saves the day – Rock n’ Roll is played

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Minneapoils, December 14th, 2005 – When the 2024 Records van was unexpectedly sidelined for repairs, Drive 105 stepped in and answered the call for help getting The Hopefuls to the gig on time.

After a spinout in Eau Claire on the way back from Chicago on the 4th of Dec., the van that has come to be affectionately known as Big Red was declared unfit for safe transport. Facing a busy week of shows (including a key trip to New York for Romantica this week to open for The Damnwells), the label and bands flew into action. Everything was covered except for Hopefuls Dec. 10th trip to Duluth for performances at The Electric Fetus and Pizza Luce.

When the team at Drive 105 heard about The Hopefuls plight, they generously offered their services in the name of rock n’ roll. The show must go on! Not only did Drive deliver in the form of one of their station vehicles, but they provided an intern to pilot the vehicle, help load and unload, and sell the merch.

The trip went as planned and the band made it both shows on time. Drive intern Josh snapped some photos and they are available for viewing on the Drive 105 website or at the following address:
http://www.drive105.com/PhotoWall.asp?id=18871

Saturday, December 10, 2005

doomtree blowout

congrats, doomtree, on really packing 'em in at the varsity. boo to the varsity for not being able to get people in the damned door in a timely fashion. i got there at 9:45 p.m. (doors were at 9:30 p.m.) and then waited for 45 minutes, came near to getting frostbite in my toes, and eventually abandoned the line when i was still some thirty people away from the entrance. seriously, folks, figure this the hell out. this isn't southern california and it's simply inexcusable to leave people out in the cold for that long.

hope the show went well.

Thursday, December 8, 2005

CBGB's protracted battle with life-threatening illness near an end

this comes from pitchfork, and frankly, i think it's about time. cbgb's is a cramped, unpleasant place that's filled with history, so i have no problem with it going gently into that dark night. it's a shitty place to see a show, and the very fact that the owner is thinking about opening a cb's in las vegas indicates to me that whatever punk spirit was there has long since departed for more friendly climes. how long until we get a hard rock-esque chain of cbgbs cafes? i mean, it's already a brand worn by everybody who goes to urban outfitters who may or may not have ever been there. so mourn its passing, but don't be sad it's gone.

CBGB to Close on Halloween 2006

Kati Llewellyn reports:
It looks like the CBGB saga is finally coming to an end. Regardless of your feelings for the legendary downtown New York City venue, the long, drawn out battle between the club and its landlord, the Bowery Residents' Committee, has been painful to follow. But come October 31, 2006, CBGB will close its current location’s doors for good.

The BRC is a nonprofit organization that houses 250 homeless New Yorkers in the building at 315 Bowery where CBGB is located. As previously reported, the club’s lease with the BRC expired on August 31, and Hilly Kristal, owner of the bar since 1973, was presented with an eviction notice after much fighting.

Both sides went to court and a new agreement was reached, requiring Kristal to vacate by next Halloween. According to Billboard.com, Kristal has been scoping out new sites in lower Manhattan, and is considering opening another CBGB in Las Vegas.

And punks around the world hang their heads in shame.

* Pitchfork News: CBGB: The End Is Nigh
* CBGB: http://www.cbgb.com/

Wednesday, December 7, 2005

flawless top ten

you guys on myspace? i saw this posted as a bulletin and i began to get excited, because a flawless top ten list is different than just a top ten of all time or something, because a great album can have lulls and problems and still be great, but there's something i truly value about an album that's a front-to-backer, an album you can put on and listen to all the way through and feel like you've gone someplace. so rather than bothering with doing it on myspace, i'm starting it here. so reply with your own top ten flawless front-to-backers:

1. jimi hendrix :: electric ladyland
2. boards of canada :: music has the right to children
3. jeff buckley :: grace
4. d'angelo :: voodoo
5. radiohead :: the bends
6. deftones :: white pony
7. dj shadow :: endtroducing
8. death cab for cutie :: the photo album
9. spoon :: a series of sneaks
10. miles davis :: porgy and bess

note: these are not in any order, really, and how could they be? how can you order ten flawless things?

random.

leather pants on ebay

part of the joy of a blog is posting things for no real reason at all. i get this regular e-mail missive from somebody at badmash crew and i have no idea what it's supposed to accomplish, other than making me laugh. so here's the funniest thing they've sent recently.

Tuesday, December 6, 2005

the rotating quote

i change up that quote up there every so often to keep things from smelling stale around here, but i wanted to draw particular attention to that there nugget of discontent by p.o.s.

"we don't 'throw our hands up like we don't care' anymore
we throw our hands up like we don't care anymore."

what a great little bit of tautological taunting.

Friday, December 2, 2005

Protest music today?

Does anyone want to weigh in on this interesting Talking Points Memo Cafe commentary/discussion on protest music today, that includes the likes of Bright Eyes, the Decemberists, Sleater-Kinney, Dylan and hip-hop? I'm curious about what people here would say.

The point of discussion begins: "Jason Zengerle's attack on Conor Oberst's pretensions to be doing good political music is welcome and correct, but in a tragic case of thesis inflation, Zengerle seems to be arguing not merely that "When the President Talks to God" is bad but that quality political tunes are impossible under present social conditions. That's a clear error.

Consider "Combat Rock" and "Entertain" by Sleater-Kinney, the Decemberists' "Sixteen Military Wives", "Monster Hospital" and "Succexxy" from Metric, or even Le Tigre's charmingly didactic "New Kicks"."

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

from the onion

we've been discussing here at the office whether satire is dead due to just how ridiculous the world has become. that's as may be, but this is damn funny.

RIAA Bans Telling Friends About Songs

November 30, 2005 | Issue 41•48

LOS ANGELES—The Recording Industry Association of America announced Tuesday that it will be taking legal action against anyone discovered telling friends, acquaintances, or associates about new songs, artists, or albums. "We are merely exercising our right to defend our intellectual properties from unauthorized peer-to-peer notification of the existence of copyrighted material," a press release signed by RIAA anti-piracy director Brad Buckles read. "We will aggressively prosecute those individuals who attempt to pirate our property by generating 'buzz' about any proprietary music, movies, or software, or enjoy same in the company of anyone other than themselves." RIAA attorneys said they were also looking into the legality of word-of-mouth "favorites-sharing" sites, such as coffee shops, universities, and living rooms.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

it's the most wonderful time of the year

by which i mean time for year-end lists. woo-hoo! what satisfies a giant music dork quite like ranking things? you get all the excitement of sitting, being quiet and writing things down. yes, top tens have it all.

top ten albums of 2005:

1. why? – elephant eyelash
2. broken social scene – s/t
3. feist – let it die
4. m.i.a. – arular
5. spoon – gimme fiction
6. new pornographers – twin cinema
7. halloween, alaska – too tall to hide
8. the mars volta – frances the mute
9. death cab for cutie – plans
10. the hold steady – separation sunday

i can't really tell if this is final. i don't think that top 5 is gonna change much, but i'm hemming and hawing over the bottom 5. i also loved the wolf parade disc, and fourtet and board of canada both made great discs this year. i'm working on a local top ten as well, which i'll put up in a little while.

i've also been thinking about songs that have particularly stood out. in this age of playlists and itune, it seems to me that songs are rising in importance vs. albums and there have definitely been great songs on not completely fantastic albums, like "perfect speed" from 13&god's album.

i dunno. hip-hop? anybody? sims's disc is gonna be on my top ten for local albums, i know. part of the problem with this is remembering what the hell came out this year. so i implore you: post some top tens of albums, songs, haircuts, bars, shows or whatever else you feel like.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Sound Gallery Open House!

The Sound Gallery Open House happening last night, a music extravaganza celebrating new recording studio acquired by Nick Tveitbakk (Daykit, These Modern Socks) and Jacob Grun (seldomseen), was unbelievable! This event was HUGE, in a HUGE space. Seemingly thousands were still there in the wee hours of the morning, with a few more acts to go! (Numbers were in the high hundreds, I'm certain). I've never been to anything like this in my life. People lined the flights of stairs, the band room was really cool and exclusive and looking like a groovy '60's den, with fantastic DJ Plain Ole’ Bill spinning a wide array, from '80's pop tunes to Grandmaster Fly.

The lineup was jawdropping: Joanna James, Super Danger, Plastic Chord, Parts for all Makes, Puppies, XOXO Judy, Faux Jean, seldomseen, Harp and Finial, Thunder in the Valley, Daykit, and Chris Koza, and I likely missed a few in between. I got there in time to see the last three. TiTV were fantastic as always, getting everyone to dance wildly. Lead singer Graham called Amy Hager (Fort Wilson Riot) onstage to sing a song. "She doesn't know this song. She doesn't know the words. But she's going to sing it with us!" Amy was of course completely up to the task, listening and getting the feel of it, then pulling everything up from inside and belting out a raw, strong, bluesy croon, then "baaaby" stuff, then improvizational lyrics on the spot, she and Graham alternating between crooning with and screaming at each other. It was a rare, great moment, of many that night. She has an incredible voice, and she and Fort Wilson Riot are not to be missed.

I'd not seen Daykit, and now I know what all the buzz is about. Lead Corey Palmer is an excellent vocalist/songwriter. Daykit, generated These Modern Socks with 3 of their personnel, including Corey and feature two Harp and Finial guys. All good, and hundreds of people were happy to see Daykit again.

Grun, experiencing laryngitis from singing and meeting and greeting so many friends and still quite elated, gave me the tour of their beautiful recording studio rooms and equipment. Amazing. It's an extremely large beautiful warehouse recording and performance space on 3rd Avenue North, South of Washington, with a spectacular future ahead. Keep your ears to the ground for more to come of this.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

heiruspecs not family friendly?

just got an e-mail from vickie gillmer, heiruspecs manager, informing me (and a large number of other people, i assume) that heiruspecs has been kicked off the bill at an upcoming benefit at the mall of america for not being "family friendly." what? sure, they swear, but so do a lot of families, and they've always been totally on-point about not swearing in their shows when they've been asked to. and how could the mall of america not know what they were getting when they signed them up to play in the first place? this is hip-hop after all and when was the last time you heard family friendly rap (defining family friendly as MOA is) that was any good? pretty much never.

maybe young mc is still available, MOA. i'm pretty sure he's not too busy these days.

Monday, November 14, 2005

heiruspecs tour diary: road update

Full disclosure by Steve McPherson: Twinkie Jiggles is my brother, but that only means that I have a full appreciation of just how funny and entertaining his tour diaries can be. Any and all bands who tour are hereby invited to submit tour diaries of their very own to musiceditor@pulsetc.com, as I think this is a fantastic way to get a little slice of life on the road. So now onto Twinkie’s latest from the road.

Thu., Nov. 3, 2005
Heiruspecs, in one sense, has been together for 8 years and one month. But, in another sense, we've been together for two minutes. We are maneuvering around St. Paul picking up the last member of Heiruspecs. We are leaving for a one-month tour opening for founding Pharcyde member Tre Hardson. The tour is called "Slimkid's Liberation Tour." In my world, the tour is called, "Hi, I'd Like To Request a Balance Increase?" 2005. Gas is expensive, these rap kids are cheap and I don't stay fat for free. Heiruspecs is about overnight drives, killer trips to Subway, drink tickets (not free beer), and we all think Jennifer Tilly is attractive. We will start this tour driving straight to Colgate University in New York State. Colgate is a magnet for polo shirts, Keystone Light, and Saabs. We will be meeting up with Tre Hardson in Philly on Tuesday. But we're going to play this one without him.
We get to Colgate on time, which I think shocks everyone at the college. As a 111 lb. male freshman plugs in a huge PA backwards I get the feeling that we might be on our own as far as audio fidelity goes. I've met very few bad fat soundguys. The plot thickens as we learn that thousands of bands we've never heard of are on the bill. But I've heard of Grand Buffet. Sick Pittsburgh '80s disco rap combined with an Adult Swim sense of humor. Lord Grunge and Grape-a-Don [of Grand Buffet] arrive in their nice-ass car and we cuddle and laugh.
The stage manager/sound guy/sole contact guy is everyone's best friend, which means that we'll be going up super late. But honestly, what's late and what's early? Lord Grunge, [Heiruspecs drummer] Peter Leggett and me go to the dining hall and re-enact the Fat Boys all-you-can-eat Sbarro bonanza as seen in the classically terrible film, "Krush Groove". Um, my brother's the music editor of this paper so he'd take this out if it's not true, but I will eat anything. But this food is crappy. Maybe the teachers [at Colgate] are good, or paid well or something, but honestly, turn that grill on and let's see some veggie burgers and patties.
Grand Buffet's music for me is secondary to the never-ending tirades they push out of their mouths between songs. While accompanied by their sampler that has famous DMX lines on cue, they explained they were honored to be playing at the college where the Red Hot Chili Peppers went to high school. I am standing up and laughing my half-clean ass off.
The night goes longer and longer and people who came to see us are starting to leave cause they still like liquor more. By the time we get up, the hardcore Heiruspecs people are here. They number about 18 and that's fine with us. We put on a passionate show and have fun. Even though the college is paying us, we all ask for places to stay 'cause Colgate leaves something lacking in the affordable hotel realm.

New Rule: The girl on acid will say you can stay at her house. But you can't.

Sat., Nov. 5–Mon., Nov. 7
Saturday through Monday we are in Williamstown, Mass., where I was born. I spend days listening to my iPod; walking around where my elementary school used to be; looking at the first place I ever tried to smoke pot, third place I ever kissed girl, best pizza place, favorite record store, field where I cried, house where I lived, people I grew up with. I was raised in a town that made it real hard to be an artist. It was sports, academics and maybe classical music. But playing guitar in bands wasn't the social climb it was in the Twin Cities. Heiruspecs went and played at my old high school on Monday primarily because I want to communicate any way I can that you can make art of any kind happen no matter where you're born. You might have to move, you might have a harder time than someone born in a city, but everyone can try to make art. I see a bunch of my old teachers and a bunch of my old friends who are now teachers here. I am weirded out. I have a lot of hard memories of being a boy here.

Tue., Nov. 8
Robert Skoro begins and ends Philadelphia for me. We will sleep in his house, we will drink on his roof. He will sell merch for us. We are playing at a club called the Fire that we have played at before. The first day of tour is always confusing but this one trumps them all. On this tour we're opening for Tre Hardson but they've opted to have us headline this one. We are told that Tre Hardson will not have any equipment with him and they need to use ours. As we struggle through most of this and are trying to figure out set times I am mainly just reading an industry magazine that tells us exactly how many people paid to see particular artists on particular nights. So, the truth is out: Dave Matthews Band is very popular. Fat Joe, not so much. I do a lot bit of the starstruck thing when I meet Slim Kid Tre from the Pharcyde. Classic. Tre Hardson is very nice and without any kind of star-like pretension. We play our show and a lot of people actually stick around for us and we get some props. We get dropped off at Rob Skoro's and drink too much rum on the roof. It's windy and people without lighters are kind of screwed.

Wed., Nov. 9
Ithaca, NY tried to ruin Slimkid's Liberation Tour. We got put up in this killer bed-and-charge-you-extra-for-breakfast that this super-eager music-fan guy runs. Pretty much from meeting this guy I learned tons about how he felt about everything in regards to the funnest bands, the bunk he built for Antibalas and other stuff that isn't on the iPod I was awkwardly holding like some sort of conversation ender. We played to the nine people that were there and they were very supportive. A girl talked to me for a long time and we were leaning into each other and laughing. She mentioned she was dating the bartender. I looked over and he looked as angry as a guy with a ponytail and a beard can look. He looked like the girl version of Chuck Norris. I opted to pass on the rest of my drink and talk to my computer instead. I slept in the weird house.

Thu., Nov. 10
New York City's best quality is being not Ithaca. Its worst quality is it being pretty hard to park. At 6 p.m. we unload into the club and I meet the first guy who ever booked a Heiruspecs show in NYC. He gave us the show because I was honest about how many people I could get into the door. That's the first and last time honesty has helped me in the music industry. The rest of the night we're just dealing with finding places to stay and hanging out with all our New York friends. Even if one doesn't have New York friends, you will, because people move there every year. I probably won't move to a city where my rent would triple and every salad bar would be pay-per-pound. But for two nights I'm with it. Our set goes well and there's a bunch of people here to see us. After that I pay exorbitant prices to drink little bits of liquor drowned in soda water. In the end I work it out to stay at an NYU dorm with a girl we met on tour in Champaign. I kind of thought an NYU dorm was a ticket to fun, although it never was when my girlfriend went there a couple years ago. Turns out the girl went home shortly after our set and was just down to let me into sleep by the time I got there. We walked into her room and she asked me how I felt about sleeping on the top bunk.

Rule 2 - Keep the fat, drunk guy on the floor or as close to the floor as possible.

She violated Rule 2 and parked me on the top bunk. I may or may not have woken up and peed in the bathroom but not necessarily the toilet. I may have definitely cleaned it up though. So be cool.

Sat., Nov. 12
Boston, Mass., is the blueprint for annoying white people. If they lose the rest of us, they won't lose a beat. It's time for Boston to burn. It's been around for too long. The club obviously hates the fact that our friends came and we didn't put them on the guest list and that we have a draw in Boston. We did an interview with Harvard radio in our van because we couldn't make it to the station and the club wouldn't let them in cause they're youngins. The club sounds great and I see a bunch of friends from my hometown as well as some newly re-located Heiruspecs fans. Tre Hardson plays for a really long time and people only get into it when they get really drunk and he plays Pharcyde songs. Go Bruins. I buy chicken wings that cost $35 a piece and go to sleep in the corner of a hotel room full of Heiruspecs.

Sun., Nov. 13
Hartford, Conn., is located right near places where people like good rap. But Hartford is a pocket all its own. There are approximately 15 openers and with the show starting at 6 p.m., we the tour openers don't get onstage until 9:30. There are literally two stages going full of openers. And people are super-psyched about them. Everyone's got their posse of friends and it means a well-attended show but Heiruspecs plays to about 19 people. And this place can fit like 1400 people. I don't even think Hartford can fit that many people. The staff likes us. We sell some CDs. A girl we know gives us flowers from the gas station next door. It's too bad they didn't have cards that say "Sorry about Hartford". And then my brother wrote me and said the Pulse needs an article and I started cleaning all this stuff up so I can send it before I leave for Canada tomorrow. ||

Wednesday, November 9, 2005

oh buddy: centro-matic.

sometimes, kids, it's more fun to re-buy an album you know is great than to take a flier on something new. while looking for derek and the dominos stuff at cheapo today, i meandered past the c section (not that kind; the letter) and saw what i thought was a new disc by centro-matic. it turned out to be an older disc (2002) but what i also saw was love you just the same, which was one of my favorite discoveries in summer of 2004. through a series of computer mishaps and itunes difficulties, i had lost the right to play these files on my computer, so i hastily snatched up the disc and listened to it all morning here in the offices.

damn: this is a fine record. it's a little alt.country and a little indie rock in the pavement mold. the guitars are gloriously fuzzy, pushing the speakers to the limit in fine "cut your hair" fashion and the ballads (the outstanding "all the lightning rods" and "without you") are spacious and lonely. singer will johnson has a definite way with words, and his free association lyrics are evocative without being direct, which is pretty much all you could ask for out of this kind of stream-of-consciousness stuff.

above all, though, the album's got a real texturality and feel to it from the instant the drums break in on leadoff track "the mighty midshipman." think long car drives and starry summer nights. dusty roads. analog everything. come to think of it, it's not unlike the rocking flipside to stuff like the ashtray hearts. they're the kind of band i'd want to be in. not too adventurous, in love with the sound of a good song coming out of shitty amps. can i say that on the internet? amps?

Thursday, November 3, 2005

pat metheny on kenny g

a little impromptu discussion in the office here about the relative merits of kenny g and michael bolton brought me back to this lovely little quote from guitarist pat metheny from 2000 regarding his initial statement in a short video clip that kenny g plays "the dumbest music on the planet." i still think this stands as one of the most comprehensive and spot-on critical smackdowns of anyone. ever. he is speaking about g's overdubbing of himself onto "what a wonderful world," by the late-great louis armstrong.

"When Kenny G decided that it was appropriate for him to defile the music of the man who is probably the greatest jazz musician that has ever lived by spewing his lame-ass, jive, pseudo bluesy, out-of-tune, noodling, wimped out, fucked up playing all over one of the great Louis's tracks (even one of his lesser ones), he did something that I would not have imagined possible. He, in one move, through his unbelievably pretentious and calloused musical decision to embark on this most cynical of musical paths, shit all over the graves of all the musicians past and present who have risked their lives by going out there on the road for years and years developing their own music inspired by the standards of grace that Louis Armstrong brought to every single note he played over an amazing lifetime as a musician. By disrespecting Louis, his legacy and by default, everyone who has ever tried to do something positive with improvised music and what it can be, Kenny G has created a new low point in modern culture - something that we all should be totally embarrassed about - and afraid of."

Tuesday, November 1, 2005

ben lee: the great awakening

once again, horrible restrictions of space have forced a wonderful piece to the web, but fear not. the web is the future! arise and go see ben lee!



by Sally McGraw

Youth is not always wasted on the young.

By the time Australian singer-songwriter Ben Lee was 16 years old, he’d befriended Sonic Youth’s Thurston Moore, released his first full-length studio album on the Beastie Boys’ (now-defunct) Grand Royal label and had one of his songs covered by the Lemonheads. While most of us were locked in our bedrooms listening to these tastemakers, Lee was touring with them.

The teenaged Lee came on the scene just before the late-nineties deluge of teen performers hit the American airwaves. But the earnest, hooky and charmingly-awkward songs on his first release, Grandpaw Would, would set him miles apart from the Disney-manufactured teen-pop parade that followed. And over the course of the next decade, Lee refined his sound—moving from Jonathan Richman-derivative geek-rock toward a quietly polished, uninhibited, folk-pop that thrums with vibrant emotion.

Although Lee’s staggering talent and relentless ambition have kept his career afloat, there’s no denying that kismet played a part in both his early and his ongoing success. What would’ve happened if Fallaheen Records’ Steve Pavlovic hadn’t stopped by a library book sale to hear Lee’s band, Noise Addict, in 1993? What if Evan Dando had hated Lee’s tribute song, “I Wish I Was Him,”—instead of loving it so much, he recorded his own version? What if Lee hadn’t come to the mainstream public eye as Claire Danes’ boyfriend?

“I don’t know what would’ve happened had circumstances been different,” Lee states simply. “But I have always felt destiny calling me onwards. So I have to assume that there are many roads that could get me where I need to go.”

Having powerful and talented friends has helped keep Lee on the radar, but his gang of famous cohorts has influenced his music as well as his buzzworthiness. Lee has worked with everyone from Aussie pop diva Kylie Minogue to the Twin Cities’ own Har Mar Superstar, and found every collaboration valuable.

“Forced collaboration is meaningless. It’s gotta have a flow,” says Lee. “When I’m working with someone I admire, I often hit a moment when I disagree with something they’re saying and I want to chicken out. ‘That’s Ben Folds,’ I think, ‘he must be right!’ But then I remember my own musical power, and the fact that they are trusting my intuition, too. It’s a great test of self-esteem.”

Being surrounded by legends and luminaries from his career’s start has doubtlessly influenced Lee’s sound. But, ultimately, he is a self-taught musician, and has an instinctive knack for pairing hypnotic hooks with deceptively simple lyrics. He seems to have hit upon a foolproof method for creating engaging pop songs.

“There has to be a message,” Lee explains. “Whether it’s a story, a feeling, or a viewpoint—the song has to mean something. Then it has to be covered in sugar! Think of it like medicine—you need sugar to sweeten the medicine. The soul of the song is good for you; it awakens your heart. The hooks and melodies make it go down smoothly.”

His most recent album, Awake is the New Sleep, goes down smoothest yet. More melodically mature than 1998’s Breathing Tornados, less experimental and frenetic than 2002’s Hey You. Yes You, Lee’s fifth record is welcoming, gentle and ultimately seamless. His brilliantly simple musical ideas blossom through organic-feeling arrangements and Brad Wood’s deft production. This group of songs is uncluttered without being austere; Awake is the New Sleep relies heavily on the sonic staples of guitar, bass and drums with few unusual instrumental adornments. But the album never veers toward the boring or predictable. Lee’s ardent vocal delivery gives each song a seductive inner glow, and his mercilessly catchy melodies will wrap themselves around your brain.

Lee’s lyrical style often employs unrhymed, storytelling verses, followed by perfectly-crafted pop refrains. It’s a technique that keeps listeners in a state of relaxed alertness – the ideal mindset for absorbing quality pop. And although many songs on Awake is the New Sleep appear to push a love-thy-neighbor philosophy, others smack of heady heartbreak—lending the album credibility and balance. Upbeat grooves, such as the party-ready “Catch My Disease” and the buoyantly melodic “Into the Dark,” stand out on first listen. But careful examination brings the slightly sinister ballad “Apple Candy” to the fore, as well as the frustrated seduction anthem “Get Gotten.” “Gamble Everything for Love” pairs a rhythmic minor melody with a rolling, repetitive, staccato lyrical line—creating a song that is at once familiar and utterly new. Although every song on the album is carefully crafted and emotionally ripe, it is these slightly darker tracks that showcase Lee’s full musical potential.

That potential has long been acknowledged in the U.S. But although Breathing Tornados went platinum in his native Australia, Lee has endured years of patchy praise from Australian critics and music fans. With this new album, he’s finally garnering some serious accolades : last week, Awake is the New Sleep won three ARIA awards (the Australian Grammy equivalent ) for single of the year, best indie release and best male artist. Although it must be gratifying and relieving to be back in the fold, Lee has adopted a wizened attitude toward the experience of being adored abroad while ostracized at home.

“Looking back it all seems like a difficult adolescence or something,” he says. “I used to throw stones at windows if I didn’t like them. Now I just build new windows that I like better. It’s a more joyful experience.” ||

Ben Lee performs Thu., Nov. 3 at the Fine Line Music Cafe with New Buffalo. 8 p.m. 18+. $13.50/$16. For more info on Mr. Lee, Mr. Lee, oh Mr. Lee, visit his official website at www.ben-lee.com.

happy november!

fall has definitely arrived in force. felt like the snow the other day, wouldn't you say? i caught broken social scene on saturday, who were really incredible, and made all the moreso when joined by leslie feist for "shoreline" and "almost crimes." she even played drums on "almost crimes" and ramped up the energy. with ten people already on stage, you'd think they'd be at capacity, but feist was really a catalyst for some great stuff. the almost casual way the group approached having horn players come up mid-song and the switching of instruments among principal members was laudable and unusual. usually when you get that many people on stage, it becomes a tightly choreographed dance and stage show, but they just acted like it was a, for lack of a better term, jam session.

i need to heartily recommend a disc i just got from duluth-er mary bue. about half the tracks were produced by alan sparhawk of low and you'd think that wouldn't make a big difference since most of it is just piano and vocals, but it does. it's pretty easy to mess up piano and voice by making it too sparkly, but the disc is imbued with a very distinct sound. it's like you've woken up mid-morning on an overcast sunday on lake superior by the sound of muted music, and as you wander downstairs you find ms. bue seated at the creaky piano in the parlor, just playing for herself. the tunes are great and all self-penned.

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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Ursus Minor with Brother Ali, Eyedea and French D' de Kabal, Spike

There was so much coolness in the room of the Triple Rock October 15, when Ursus Minor began playing their funky space jazz. Featuring the genius drumming of Stokley Williams (Mint Condition) and Hendrix and funk guitar of Philly’s own Jef Lee Johnson, sinuous saxophone master Francois Corneloup, and stellar (pun intended) keyboards of Tony Hymas from Britain, the four warmed us up for a powerful night of songs and rap that had everybody in the room grooving and screaming in exhilaration.

Cavernous grooves, spine-tingling chills from dark, gritty life stories of Brother Ali, hitting you in the gut, Corneloup’s sax pounding ominous rhythms straight into the heart as D chanted with leonine growls alternating with the fast French rap of smaller Spike darting around at times attacking the lion with the words and spinning stabs with hands, elbows and knees, at others providing a higher harmony to D’s low range vocals, the clarinet shooting fireworks of bleeps and squeals into the sky, Stokley’s drumming cool and steady, intensifying with the words, Johnson’s very funky and psychedelic guitar, was altogether mindblowing. Every found note was important and cool like John Coltrane. At times Johnson’s guitar was subtle and sparse, at others he played hot showy slides and electrifying original solos venturing into Hendrix territories and skill level. Johnson has also worked with Eryka Badu, Aretha Franklin and George Duke (Duke was one of the Mothers of Invention) and many more luminaries such as he deserves.

The crowd of about 200 got really worked up and were dancing and yelling for Ursus Minor and the MC’s over the course of the superintense three hours they played nonstop. D and Spike’s first performance in America was jawdroppingly powerful. They were larger than life, very playful and ominous at the same time, with incredible moves. Brother Ali backed them up with vocal rhythms and shouts. Stokley a member of Ursus Minor since May when they wowed France together is as perfect behind the drum kit, as he is singing for Mint Condition, which I’m following from now on. Jef moved in and out of the spotlight, as did the other bandmembers. Corneloup is a favorite musician featured at Sur Seine, at turns playful at others very serious with his sax adding to the conversation with his well-chosen notes that sounded like words.

In between MC’s there were such cool acid funk and space jazz intervals, and I wondered how many of the awestruck people in the room, eyes big were having a musical epiphany. D’s and Spike’s rhythmic moves were intense, and while rapping only in French, you could feel it. Driving them a couple times, I got a feel for their deadpan humor and intensely intelligent style but nothing prepared me for their powerful performance.

One of the most moving moments of the show, was Johnson accompanying Stokley’s powerful vocal range on a song by Johnson and Hymas, “She Can’t Explain.” You could have heard a pin drop during the entire song as the crowd was stunned. A French musician, Benoit Delbecq told me, “It brought tears to my eyes when I heard Stokley sing the first few notes, because he sounds as strong as Son House.” I couldn’t have said it better.

This show was out.

Jef Lee Johnson and Prince’s New Power Generation veterans, Sonny Thompson and Michael Bland are News from the Jungle, performing Thursday at 10 p.m. at the Varsity Theater.

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Heroine Sheiks: New York Hates Us



this lovely piece by the awesome holly day is not going to get to appear in this week's print issue because of space constraints, but it had to get out somewhere. i particularly like how it craps on new york. enjoy.

For nearly 15 years, local boy Shannon Selberg and his mighty Cows cut a swath through the heartland of America that left people quivering and quaking in their boots—and usually pretty damn inebriated. From the release of their 1987 Treehouse Records debut Taint Pluribus Taint Unum, and during their subsequent 7-year, 8-album relationship with Amphetamine Reptile, Selberg and crew created some of the most beautifully sloppy and hilariously frightening music this side of punk rock. Nothing was sacred so far as the Cows were concerned—farm animals, old women, school children and even various hygienic practices were all fair game, set to a stifling wash of loud guitars, static, machine-gun fire percussion (broken up by occasional unexplainable bangs and clatters) and, of course, Selberg’s fantastic bugle playing.

When the Cows called it quits after their 1996 release Whorn came out, Selberg relocated to New York and started up a new band, the Heroine Sheiks. Drawing heavily on the sound the Cows laid out near the end of their career, the Heroine Sheiks were a little tamer musically, but a lot more daring lyrically. Selberg’s Heroine Sheiks have been determined from Day One to rattle the cages of everyone from the mice to the clergy, and have done so, quite successfully.

“The Cows used to tour through New York, and this paper, The New York Press, they’d have us up on their weekly calendar of picks for the week, and they used to make a big point of making us a ‘pick’ so they could proceed to say how shitty we were,” says Selberg of his New York experience. “Like, the first thing we’d do in New York was to pick up the New York Press and read our shitty plug—I mean, it was obvious that the guy had never listened to our albums or anything like that, so it was really kind of funny.

“When I moved here to New York, I was working at this bookstore, and part of my duties were—okay, you know how you have to check in your backpack at the front door of some places? I was working bag check at this book store, and this guy comes in, and he’s like, ‘I’m with the New York Press,’ and we went and had a beer, and we had a really cool interview, and then, the music editor the New York Press got hold of it, and edited it to make me look like a pathetic, washed-up has-been who’s been reduced to checking ladies’ purses at a bookstore. And then they drew this really, hideous, ugly picture of me, like a cartoon, and obviously that guy’s never laid eyes on me, or even a picture of me! It was like, Jesus, welcome to fucking New York!”

And things just got colder. “We don’t get any press! Not even negative press! Recently, the Village Voice sent our publicist a note saying, ‘You don’t have to bother sending us any more releases from the Heroine Sheiks, because we will never review them or listen to them,’” says Selberg. “The New York Press did the same thing, but that’s because they’re just assholes. Back when we were just starting out, and we were packing the clubs up, and doing really good, and there were some hot shit bands that were actually opening for us that got hot shit press reviews everywhere, these papers would never even mention we existed. So I told the music editor, ‘Even if you hate us, at least we’re new! The guy from the Swans was in the fucking band, you know? Isn’t that at least news?’ And she got all pissed off at me for trying to tell her what to write. ‘If you don’t like it,’ she said, ‘just don’t read it. You’re an asshole!’ So I guess I’m an asshole.” He adds, “New York is a trendy kind of media center, so people only think you’re as good as you are talked about. To be playing on your third album, having been here for five or six years, and have that going on kind of stinks. But we’re doing all right.”

Despite the lack of NY critical acclaim, the Heroine Sheiks just keep plugging along, as can be heard in their most recent release, “Out of Africa” (Reptilian Records). “There’s actually a theory in anthropology called Out of Africa, where all modern people migrated out of Africa, and spread their culture all over the world,” explains Sleberg of the title. “The album’s indirectly about how America is a blend of America and Africa. I mean, America kind of thinks it’s the be-all and end-all of all culture, like, the whole world started with America. And say what you want about America, but everyone digs our culture. I mean, there are certain characteristics that even Americans say, ‘Hey, we’re winning the Cold War, because Russia has a McDonald’s, Coca-Cola, and blue jeans!’ It’s actually quite brilliant, the way America quietly took over the whole world without really firing a shot. All the wars and fighting hasn’t made nearly the impact on people that American culture itself has been making for decades. People who were formerly under Taliban rule are now letting their kids wear blue jeans and listen to hip-hop. We’ve pretty much won. So the album’s kind of an anthropology joke/political statement about imperialism.

“What I usually end up doing on albums is like, I get really experimental, and then the next one, I just put together what I’ve learned since working on that album, kind of expand what I know about what I’m trying to do with music?” explains Selberg. “And then the one after that is kind of an explosion of trying new stuff. And that’s what this one is: all the shit that I’ve ever wanted to do on the last record, and even those before, is on there.”

The Heroine Sheiks perform on Fri., Oct. 21 at the 7th St. Entry with Seawhores and Shotgun Monday. 8 p.m. 21+. $7.50 advance/ $9 door. For more info on the Heroine Sheiks, visit their official website at www.heroinesheiks.com. Head over to pulsetc.com to download an mp3 of their song “Pillow Talk.”

Thursday, October 13, 2005

deerhoof

can someone explain deerhoof to me? seriously. pitchfork called them the best band in the world and i've heard nothing but stunning, 120-watt praise for their albums and live shows. i just don't get it. i thought they were horrendously awful when i saw them at intonation and, while i like their new LP runners four, i just can't see listening to it all the way through more than one more time. i don't hear melodies that catch me, arrangements that really groove or rock or basically anything that makes me want to hear any of their songs multiple times.

am i an idiot?

well, we know the answer to that. am i missing something here?

just for the record:

i'd like to point out that i'm an idiot. in a hot ticket this week i said how why? had a similar vocal flow to hymie's basement. that's because he's in hymie's basement. which obviously explains the similarity. it doesn't help that nowhere in any of the materials that i received about the disc did it mention hymie's basement, although now i've pieced together the whole cLOUDDEAD-hymie's basement-why? connnection. a little too late for print, but not the internet! woo-hoo! regardless, i'm looking forward to the show, and so should you be, too.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

death cab live

so i checked out the all ages show of death cab for cutie's two night stand at first ave and i have to say i was impressed. i came in not expecting much because i'd been told that they weren't very good live. i don't know if it's thanks to an inflated major label budget, but they had triggered samples that added a lot to the presentation and the sound was fantastic. loud and solid but not requiring earplugs, at least from the back of the room close to the bar. behind the sound guy? you know what i mean. i guess i should have expected good sound from a gear freek like chris walla and that's what we got. the guitars sounded great and they moved around a lot more than i was expecting and a lot more than opener youth group, who were fine, but nothing to write home about. especially if home is australia, which is where they're from.

over the course of their set, beginning with 'marching bands of manhattan,' proceeding to 'new year' and then 'we laugh indoors,' winding up eventually with 'transatlanticism,' i was struck by the fact that they just have a ton of really fantastic songs. they definitely deserve to be on a major. there's a lot to be said for the wooliness or quirkiness of local music. and i mean: a lot. i love it to death. but there's also something that separates a band that can really hold down first avenue with a solid and professional set and a band that can do the same at the entry. granted, i'm sure death cab would have been pretty great at the entry, but they seemed very at home up on the big stage and they've got the hooks and sound to back it up.

Reptilians, behave yourselves

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Monday, October 10, 2005

if there's a choice between chance and flight ...

everybody go get the new pornographers new album twin cinema. totally f'ing amazing. and i'm sorry to use harsh letters, but there it is: it's f'ing amazing. when i first got it, i listened through it once and wasn't blown away, but sometimes all it takes with a disc that's a little challenging is that one track to let you in. and that track is 'these are the fables.' with neko case just absolutely ruling the track (especially the bridge, which has one of the prettiest melodies i've heard recently), the tune is amazing and wonderful and surprises you big time 2/3 of the way through with some absolutely great drumming. really, i think their drummer, kurt dahle, is the unsung hero of this band. his playing on single 'use it' and dan bejar's 'the bleeding heart show' are equally stunning. seriously, great drums can elevate an album from merely good to killer. cf. sunny day real estate's pink LP.

Saturday, October 8, 2005

Sat. afternoon with X-Boys: members of 'Burbs, Wallets, Suicide Commandos . . .

I felt as though I were let in on a secret, as this afternoon I listened to the X-Boys, a hot group that's a veritable who's who of Twin Cities seminal musicians of the past two decades, at the Eagle's Club in the Seward Neighborhood, 25th Street and 25th Avenue. I went there to interview saxophone player Max Ray, formerly of the Wallets and brother of Dave Ray for my forthcoming book which features a chapter on Dave.

What a great surprise not only to hear Max and his wife Rochelle's terrific horn section, but also in this 20 year group of eight, Chris Osgood and Dave Ahl of the Suicide Commandos, the Suburbs Hugo Claers for awhile on the drums, and Bruce Allen on guitar, (Chan couldn't make it today, but he often plays with the X-Boys as well), Steve Fjalstad, John King, and lead vocals Casey MacPherson, of Boy's Life and The Litter, worked at First Avenue at various jobs, and was tour manager of the Suburbs for 4 years, Husker Du for 3 years, Soul Asylum for one tour and monitor engineer for the Replacements for a couple tours.

As I listened to this fun band do covers which were all over the map from Deep Purple's Hush, to Bowie's All the Young Dudes, to Disco Inferno . . . I lamented more people didn't hear about this, at a place where drinks are cheap, and the stage is very cool.

When I talked to Bruce and Max about the 'Burbs and the Wallets playing on the same bill at 1st Avenue, and commented on how the hot horn section really makes the band sound great, Bruce talked about how, when the Suburbs discovered a horn section, that really did it for them (one of their standout tradmarks for me as well). He relayed that he loved how the horns filled the spaces, and how it gave more freedom to Chan Poling. One of Bruce's favorite gigs was at the Roxy in California, when Chan's keyboards were broken down and it was he, Michael, Hugo, and Beej in a chicken suit, with Chan singing that was one of their best gigs, in '99.

You'll get a couple chances to hear the X-Boys at this Eagle's Club the first Saturday of November and of December, from 8 - midnight. It will be the above line-up, possibly with Hugo on the drumkit again.

Keep an eye out also for Some 'Burbs w/ the Suburbs minus Beej, plus Max Ray and Rochelle Becker on tenor and baritone sax! Bruce will let me know, then I'll let you know!

Thursday, October 6, 2005

Ben Gibbard (Death Cab for Cutie) transcript

hey there: just to let you know, this is being presented just as i typed it into the old laptop in preparation to write the article, so you don't get to know what i asked, and i can almost guarantee there are mistakes. but here it is:

Ben Gibbard transcript

I’m just in New York hanging out and getting ready to go over and do Conan this afternoon.

[Austin] was really fucking hot and kind of miserable. The show was passable, I think; a festival’s a festival, I think, and everything’s always a little bit off. And playing outside is kind of shitty--especially when it’s hot—because nothing reverberates and you feel a little bit awkward. But it’s OK; people seemed to enjoy the show.

I’m excited about it; we’ve never done Conan before. I’ve been watching it for years. I’m kind of nervous.

That’s basically it. I think every song starts on a guitar or in front of a keyboard or in front of a computer, and can kind of construct it up from there. And I just try to write without too much editing. When I’m in a writing session or a writing mode I just spend my Monday through Friday, 9 to 5, just working on music and trying to write as much as possible and then let all that stuff sit and after the fact go back over it with everybody else. We go through the songs and figure which ones are good and which ones are bad and do that whole editing thing where I need to change this lyric and we need a bridge here. It’s not stream of consciousness or anything, but I try to write as much as I can and figure out if it’s good later.

I write during the day; I keep a pretty regular schedule just as much because that’s [how] I’ve always worked best. When I was in school, I would have my classes from nine till noon and then do all my work in the afternoon so I would have the night off. After 7 p.m. or so I just shut down. I can’t think about creative stuff; I can’t do my homework. That’s also the only time I get to have to myself. Actually, for about two months [when I was] finishing writing the record, I rented an apartment in downtown Seattle—a studio apartment in a random building—and just moved my piano and a desk in there and some really minimal recording stuff and I would just go there during the week. Just take the bus in there and work on music and then go home. It’s kind of the Nick Cave model. I just liked that idea of writing the music somewhere else—of writing the record someplace where you can leave it there. When I had all my stuff in my house, I’d be in the basement all day, I wouldn’t leave the house. My girlfriend would come home and I’d just be crazed. Because I’d been there working all morning but I can’t leave it or let it go: it’s still down in the basement like a fucking ogre down there trying to come up the stairs and pull me down there.

There’s no way to have that not happen [the music taking over your life] but at least with having the writing exist in another physical place you fool yourself into thinking it’s not happening.

It was a couple of things. Number one, I bought a piano and I own a piano for the first time in my life. The reason I’ve written things historically on acoustic guitar is because it just feels like the most pure [way]. It feels good to pick up [an acoustic]. An electric guitar you have to plug in and let the tubes warm up. It just feels really good playing an acoustic instrument. And having a piano for the first time was just really great. I think it’s also a function of what I’ve been listening to and the fact that I’ve been listening to less guitar music the last couple years. I just never felt that inspired to pick up a guitar and write on guitar [for this album] for some reason. A lot of the songs started out as playing with the computer—not electronic music—but more like finding a sample of something and cutting that up and writing a song around that, rather than something that already existed. To me, for this record, it was far more inspiring and exciting to do things not on guitar. But it’s weird because for me now that’s changed 180 degrees; I don’t if it’s just because we played with Built to Spill a couple of times, but I feel like I’m excited about guitars again. I feel like I got it out of my system. I mean, who knows? Maybe the next record will be all piano; we haven’t even started to think about it yet. At this point, I’m more excited for the next record to be more of a guitar record. We’ll see.

Somewhere between guitars and Pink Floyd. The next record will be six songs and they’ll all be 20 minutes long.

We met with everybody that could be met with and we met with the heads of Interscope and Elektra and Epic and they were just blowhards. Just dudes—and women, too—who would just get up and their whole presentation trying to sell you on the label was talking about themselves. And granted, there are people who’ve done amazing things and maybe if I had recorded Unforgettable Fire I’d have an ego about it too, but just … real blowhards. And we’re sitting there meeting with these people and all they do is talk about themselves and talk about how great their label is because they’re running it. And when we went in to Elektra—first of all, it was pretty obvious that everybody’s head was on the chopping block. You could cut the tension and the grief in that room with a fucking knife. We’re meeting with this label and everybody had their eyes sunk low and I went to ask to use the bathroom and somebody gave me shit about it. What the fuck? And Sylvia Rhone, who was running the company, was just sitting there talking—first off, Ric Ocasek is a really awesome guy, by the way. That needs to go on the record. Any comments about Ric are not directly related to Ric. They had gotten Ric to call me on the phone and try to talk me up about Elektra, but he didn’t know anything about our band, so he was just kind of making a fool of himself to me, and not by his own fault. As if I was gonna go, ‘Oh my god! Ric Ocasek! We’ll totally sign!’ I mean, I love the Cars as much as anybody, but really. So somewhere in the meeting they’re like [whispers], ‘Go get Ric!” So they go and somebody grabs him and pulls him in the room, like his presence alone is going to make this meeting go well. And you know Sylvia’s sitting there and talking all about how they’re all about artist development and they want to do the slow burn and all that shit that major labels say and they don’t mean. And I felt in my own little way like Kanye [West speaking up against Bush] on TV. When I was watching it, you could just see him getting really nervous and I kind of felt the same way when I decided I was going to stand up to this person, ‘cause I’d just fucking had it. Like you know what? Two bands that we’re friends with—Nada Surf and Spoon—and we know what happened. I mean Nada Surf had a fucking hit, and you dropped Spoon a week after their record came out. We’re friends with these bands and you’re sitting here talking how you’re all about artist development and we have two bands that we’re really close friends with that have been dropped from your label. And she was like, ‘We’re not going to talk about that now; we’ll talk about that in my office.’ So we go in the office and she gives us this story about Spoon that’s totally erroneous. All about how, ‘Well, I never met the band so we didn’t have a connection and this and that and it didn’t work out.’ Just basically didn’t try. And I saw Britt [Daniel, of Spoon] like two weeks later and he was like, ‘What the fuck? I was in her office for three hours and she talked all about how great our band was.’ I mean, [did she] not think I was gonna check up? These are my friends. Do you think I’m not gonna get the real story? Once we walked into that place and especially because of Nada Surf and Spoon, it was just a bargaining chip. It was embarassing for everybody there. Especially after what had happened to Spoon and Nada Surf, I wouldn’t be caught dead signing to a label that would do that to people.

You go into these meetings and you put your guard up and you think everybody here’s gonna be stupid and annoying and we were gonna have to go in there and pretend that we liked these people. And we hadn’t found anybody we were really excited about,and we went [into Atlantic] and it was like night and day compared to these other companies. Atlantic has had a huge restructuring in the last couple years. And I honestly can say, at this point in our relationship, that I like everybody there. And I don’t mean I think everyone’s going to do a really good job and they’re really going to move units or anything; I like them as people. The people I have to work with I actually want to hang out with, which is not something I was ever expecting from a major label situation. And we have a long way to go with these people; I’m not trying to paint a rosy pcture here, but I think that right now I feel really good about our decision and the people we’re working with. They’re good people; they’re solid, hardworking people.

And Atlantic was relatively late in the game. By that point, we were still talking about it, but it didn’t seem like anything had come up that was really worth doing. But once we sent [Atlantic] the list of demands we had written up in 1998 when we almost signed to Mammoth and were rejected scoffingly, and Atlantic said, ‘Yeah, we can do all this; let’s do it now.’

The bottom line is that Atlantic is being the kind of label that we want to be on. We’ve put a lot of work into this over the years and we’ve gotten to a point where we know what we’re doing: we know how to make records, and we know how to tour, and we know how to do press. We’re not newbies. And they recognized that and respect it; they realize that we don’t really need an A&R person. We can kind of do this ourselves and we want to sell records and we want to be successful, but we want to do it our way.

When we’re making a record—everything from the first record to this record—it’s very much about being in the moment and making the record as good as possible. None of us when we were in the studio were saying, ‘Well, I don’t know what Atlantic’s going to think about this.’ The label situation really was only positive. We never had anybody come by the studio other than to say hi. There was never any interference on that front. I think we spent less on this record than most major label releases get, and that’s mostly because Chris [Walla] produced it and we’re not paying him $1000 a day. I think about it in this way: We were able to go to a place and make a record the way we want to make it. Do we want to rent a grand piano? Sure, we can afford to do that. Oh shit, we need to have Jason [McGerr] come and re-track these drums. Fine, let’s do it. We want to mix in a good studio, not the Hall of Justice where three of the tracks are out.

People talk about going to a major label for the resources, but really, I would rather borrow hundreds of thousands of dollars from a large corporation that can afford to lose it if something goes wrong than to borrow half that from a label run by one of our best friends. Basically having our friend put his house up on the chopping block in good faith that you’re going to make a record that’s gonna sell. That’s the reality of the situation for me. So when the indie vs. major argument comes up, I say, ‘We wanted to take our time and make a record the way we wanted to make it and not have any kind of financial barriers.” And doing that on Barsuk would’ve meant a far larger risk to our friends than doing it on a major label. I feel like, given our ambition as a band and what we want to accomplish, I would never want to pull our friends into that and have them be responsible for it. This is our thing.

I feel that wherever this band is going, I feel that I have a lot of faith in the people who have been following the band over the years and let’s say hypothetically that this record does really well, exceeds everybody’s expectations. I can’t even quantify it, but at a certain point, you’re getting into more of a casual listener. And whether that’s after 75,000 or 100,000 people, who knows? Everything after that are people who are casual listeners, who probably love the music, but they also probably love Nickelback, and that’s fine—I don’t care. So you can’t pick your fans and you can’t say how much somebody likes a certain thing or how much they should like it. I think we’ll always have a really strong core fanbase of people who’ve been fans over the years. As long as we don’t turn into complete assholes—which I don’t see happening … I mean, my favorite band is Teenage Fanclub and we played a festival in Japan on the same stage as Teenage Fanclub and we got to hang out with them and I always wanted to meet them and they turned out to be exactly what I wanted them to be. Not only were they great, but they obviously liked each other, were really gracious, they were really intelligent and funny. And me and Nick were watching them, going, ‘This is what I want us to be.’ Who knows how long the band will last and what’s going to happen, but for me, it would be so great to accomplish that kind of thing. Those guys are older now, but they’re doing it with dignity and there’s something so timeless about their music. Whether or not that’s in the cards for us, I don’t know. They’ve went from little indie band through being on majors and supposed-to-be-the-next-big-thing and then that not really happening. But it’s truly all about making music for them. And we’re talking about music in ways that we haven’t really talked about before because of the new label situation. Like today: We’re taping this weird concert for MTV which is us, Mary J. Blige, Sean Paul and Nickelback. It’s just weird shit. And it’s gonna be fun; I’m not speaking disparagingly about it. Anything we’re ever gonna do for MTV is not gonna be cool: it’s going to be something like this. There’s no point in waiting for something awesome to happen with this lame multimedia conglomerate. I think the most important thing in doing anything creative is balancing one’s ambition with what’s really important, which is making good records and making good music. And that can happen anywhere: it can happen in a basement or it can happen in Madison Square Garden; it doesn’t matter.

I think with every records there are certain kinds of ideas and themes that tend to be more in the forefront in my head. I think that the album really only took shape in the last month or two of making it. You know, a song like ‘What Sarah Said’ wasn’t originally planned to be on the record for some reason. Not to sound all artsy or anything, but one thing’s that’s been kind of bothering me lately is this sense of the record as being about growing older. I don’t really see it so much as being about growing older as becoming aware of things in life that maybe you had not spent too much time thinking about before. For me personally, so much of my life now is unrelatable to other people who don’t do what I do, you know what I mean. Like normal people don’t spend their time galavanting around the country playing rock shows. Normal people don’t spend two weeks flying around with Pearl Jam and Tim Robbins in private jet. Most people don’t do that. It’s not a relatable kind of situation and the more those kind of weird unrelatable situation happen, the farther I find myself drifting from people in my life that I care about because you get farther away from reality. And for me, I try to be conscious of and present in people’s lives in my life, like family and friends and, you know, the lady at home. And really taking stock of these relationships and feeling a sense of commitment in my life, maybe because of the fact that I am getting to be that age where I want people to be in life forever. I think that for me, and i don’t know if this is the onset of pessimistic realism, I find myself seeing the end of that. A song like ‘What Sarah Said’ comes out of this story that our friend Sarah was telling us about walking with her husband one day and getting really emotional and being like, ‘God, I’m gonna have to watch you die and that really sucks.’ But there’s something beautiful about having people in your life that you care so much about that you want to see the end with them. And to me, that’s colored, certainly, songs like ‘Soul Meets Body’ and ‘I’ll Follow You into the Dark.’ I see it as an incredibly touching sentiment that your commitment to somebody makes you aware of your mortalitly and theirs.

Obviously, when you have songs about death it can come off really heavy but … even a song like ‘Brothers [On a Hotel Bed]:’ I think that’s where people are getting the idea of this theme about getting older. To me, I don’t feel like people my parents’ age have enough songs about them that aren’t fucking cheesy as shit. Any song that deals with people who are adults and their adult lives and real things people go through tend to be these really sappy, shitty, triple-AAA [Adult Album Alternative], bad, poorly written songs. The fact that it comes later in the record is indicative—I wanted the songs more sunny in the front end and as the record goes on you have songs about being older—I just wanted to write a song about people that don’t get to have songs written about them in an intelligent way.

It’s weird I sometime feel like the songs that I’m really excited about on the record, maybe other people aren’t gonna be, so whenever I find somebody who likes the songs that I like on the record, I’m really excited about talking about them. The thing I like about the line [‘Both a beginning and an end’] is [it’s about] the beginning of a relationship and the rest of your life and the end of all the anticipation. I watched this movie recently—‘Beautiful Girls’—have you seen that movie? By Ted Demme? A great movie! Kind of fell through the cracks. I don’t think it’s even really a cult film. I found it as Best Buy for $6 and bought it and thought, ‘Oh my god, this is great!’ There’s this line where he [Timothy Hutton] is sitting with Uma Thurman and says, ‘I just want a couple more of those firsts.’ You know, the first time that you talk on the phone for two hours and you can’t stop thinking about that person. And that’s the end of that. And that’s fine; that’s what happens. But I don’t think anybody that’s honest with themselves doesn’t—no matter how content they are in their life an relationship and whatever—doesn’t want another one of those. And that’s what happens with people: that’s what happens when people get to be middle-aged and they freak out. Any age, really: it doesn’t matter. You want so desperately for that to happen again; the fact that it happened once you should be content with, but if people are honest with themselves, a lot of people would give up everything they have to have get one of those again.

That record [Transatlanticism] is one big breakup record for me, too and that’s chronicling the end of a four-year relationship. It’s the kind of record that I don’t ever want to write again, for a number of reasons. I feel that I put that to bed in a way that [said], ‘That’s the end, that’s the last of those. I’m never writing another record like that again.’

I did an interview with this woman who was really kind of lame to me on the phone and then she decided she was gonna start taking potshots at me about [‘You Will Be Loved’] and how she thought it was the meanest song and how could you write it. And you know, do you even get it? To me it’s a really touching song; it’s more about saying there are, of course, faults in relationships, but there’s something really exciting about that idea and I’ve seen that play out in my own life. Things don’t work out with people and you don’t know why, but you find somebody that you click with just perfectly and it makes total sense. It makes everything that came before make more sense.

You know, the band does really well, but there are always going to be those people who are anti-sentimental that they just can’t stand what we do or they don’t get it, and it’s weird because every once in a while, I’ll run into somebody who has been through a situtation like that [a bad breakup] and found the records and say, ‘I never liked your band, but I got it.’ And I’m sorry that they had to get it that way. You know, I’m a big fucking softie. I like Cameron Crowe movies. People ask how come I write almost all love songs. But 90% of all the songs ever written are love songs. You know, Stephen Merrit wrote 69 of ‘em. And it’s genius. People can figure out how to make billions of dollars and quantum physics and how to get to the moon and how to clone a pig and they still can’t figure out the matters of their own heart and that’s why love songs will always be applicable. It is the most base emtion and the most least understood thing in the world, and that’s why i don’t think there’ll ever be a shortage of information on the subject.

I think the most important thing is to never specifically refer to anybody. I think the trick that I get away with is that the songs that people think are really personal aren’t. There are songs that are more applicable to my life than others, but hopefully they’re either being presented in a way that they can be universally understood and hopefully appreciated or they’re so specific that it’s the details in the song that are important, and not the actual narrator. As far as personal problems, I’m not going to tell you where my moles are or who was the greatest lay of all time or the worst or whatever; I think that maybe some of the appeal of the band is that the songs appear to be incredibly personal but even if they’re personal songs, people can relate to them in a way that’s exciting and apply them to their own lives, because some of the songs are so specific in their construction. There are certainly elements in my own life or in my friends’ lives that I would never want to put into a song but a song like ‘Styrofoam Plates’ [about an absent father who passes away and the narrator’s lingering resentment], I did get permission from the person first. I told them about it and played it for them and he was really touched by it and moved. I think in a weird way, just in that situation, I think that maybe having his dad—and I’m not patting myself on the back or anything; it’s just the reality of it—it gives them a legacy outside of their own lives. I mean, that song will hopefully resonate with people. Growing up, I was a huge Kerouac fan and to me it was as much about Kerouac as it was about Neal Cassidy and you have this character who lives forever because of their proximity to this person who was able to document them, that’s really exciting to me. That’s the reason why we have a song like ‘Song for Kelly Huckaby’—my friend Kelly: that song will always be around for him and for his kids. And I’m not saying this is all a masterplan, but I’ve always been into that design of deifiying these normal people and it makes them into something really exciting. That’s always been really appealing to me.

I think that Conor [Oberst] does that really well, too [making personal moments into music]; it’s all about the details. To me, you have such a broad palette to work with when you’re writing music and I think it has as much to do with ability and aesthetic as anything else. A great song is a great song no matter what, but I can’t imagine writing a song I didn’t want to be about something. When I start writing lyrics, [I think] ‘What’s this going to be about? How am I going to make this be about something?’ It’s one of the reasons I love Raymond Carver. I love these little tiny, you know—one of my favorite Raymond Carver stories is about this kid who’s walking down the river and he sees this other kid fighting to pull a fish out of the river, he’s trying to catch it and they both help each other catch the fish. They never even get each other’s names;t hey’re trying to figure out how they’re going to divide it up and who’s taking the front or the back, are they gonna cut it in half? And they eventually cut the fish in half and the kid goes home and he want to show his parents the fish and his parents are fighting and he brings the fish in and he’s all proud and thinks that the fish is gonna actually stop his parents fighting. Like they’re actually gonna pat him on the back. They just basically say, ‘What is this shit? This thing stinks get it out of here!’ and they take the fish and throw it in the garbage. And the kid’s just destroyed. That’s a really dramatic kind of example, but it’s about something. And what the story is about is not really dealt with specifically in the plot of the story. And that to me is just so great. I mean, I’m certainly not comparing myself to Raymond Carver. I try to find places to put that in the songs; sometimes it happens and sometimes it doesn’t.

My favorite song on the record is ‘Different Names.’ I don’t know if that’s going to be a crowd favorite, but that’s really exciting to play live. I like the fact that the song—it’s the same song, but it’s two very different interpretation of the same basic theme. And that one, we have a lot of sequencers and stuff going at that point, but it’s exciting because I get to kind of do this Garth Hudson-style two-handed keyboard thing where it’s like playing both keyboards at the same time. It’s surprisingly accomplishable; I wasn’t expecting it to be. I’m really enjoying playing that one and ‘Your Heart is an Empty Room’ is really fun to play, too. Those on the new record are definitely my favorite right now.

It’s been great. First Ave is just fucking great. With the exception of the RF problem in there, which is like this weird kind of thing that happens with the guitars, there are like weird frequencies. Whenever we’re doing this tour cycle, there are certain people and certain places, certain things that, without sounding overly sentimental, it feels really familiar. It feels kind of like home, you know? I know that every record I’m gonna talk to Jack Rabid [from NY magazine The Big Takeover] and I love seeing that guy and I’m really excited to hear what he thinks about the record because I just really respect him. There’s the people like that that we talk to and also the places that we go to play. Seeing Conrad at Frist Ave and everybody that works there and everybody is super-friendly. We’ve been going there for four years now and before we were playing Seventh Street, which I’ve got to say, the day that we moved into First Avenue from Seventh Street I was so fucking stoked. I fucking hated playing in that little place. It’s just so filthy. Like the downstairs? The dressing room? There’s one bathroom and you can’t takea shit in there. The bathroom thing is the biggest deal: in smaller clubs we have this little inside joke called GBBD: Girls’ Bathroom Before Doors. If you don’t hit the girls’ bathroom before doors, you’re gonna have to hold it.

First Ave is one of those clubs that we’ll always go back to. We’re not gonna play anywhere bigger in Minneapolis; if it takes playing there three nights, we’ll play three nights. It’s a very comfortable place, we know the score in there, we know everybody that works there. It feels really comfortable.

And I have some family [in Minnesota], too. And I’ll actually be there for a couple days after to spend some time with them.

We haven’t even started working on [the new Postal Service record]. Jimmy [Tamborello]’s got the new DNTEL record and a record called Jane’s Figurines which is all kind of techno which is really good actually. I think that he was sort of getting writer’s block with the DNTEL stuff so he decided he was going to start making some dance jams and it’s fucking awesome. I think maybe early 2007 is the earliest we’re gonna get anything going. For us, I think we just want to keep it fun and keep the emphasis on why we were doing it in the first place and not get overly ambitious. There’s not really enough time to do one band let alone two. We’ll probably get the record done and do a U.S. tour. And also we borrow Jenny [Lewis] from Rilo Kiley so getting her away from her schedule is difficult. I feel like it’s an indie rock summer camp kind of thing where, in an alternate world, this could be the greatest band ever, but it’s just not meant to be. When we were touring, it was still new and exciting because we were all friends, but we’d never played music together. But then towards the end of all that touring—it wasn’t even a lot—it started getting kind of difficult; we started turning into a real band. With real tensions and everything. And I was like, ‘I don’t want to do this anymore if it’s gonna be like this; I already have to do this with one band.’

As far as Death Cab goes, I think the way I stay sane is only really looking at my life in four to sixth month intervals. So I know where I’m going to be until May of next year. You know, every once in a while people try to get really philosophical and deep and ask how long the band’s gonna last, what’s your next direction. I don’t fucking know; the band could last another ten years, it could end in six months. I don’t know. We get along great, we enjoy each other’s company, we’re playing better than we ever have before; that’s all I can really take stock in at this point. Bands break up; that’s just what happens. My only hope is that whenever we decide to stop playing it’s for a real legitimate reason and not because somebody calls someone else a fucker.

I was just talking to a friend of mine who writes for Spin who was going off to interview this band for a story who will remain nameless, but they’re just a crappy pop-punk band. And he was talking about how they all want to be painters and they’re doing art: no they’re not! What the fuck? I know what my limitations are: I make music, I think I do it pretty well. I’m just gonna stick with that; there’s not enough time in my life to start writing screenplays or something like that.

Nick Harmer (Death Cab for Cutie) interview transcript

hey there: just to let you know, this is being presented just as i typed it into the old laptop in preparation to write the article, so you don't get to know what i asked, and i can almost guarantee there are mistakes. but here it is:

Nick Harmer Transcript

I’m in Los Angeles, Calif.; we’re going to be heading to the airport soon because we’re going to try to fly into Austin, Tex., today. We’re supposed to play Austin City Limits tomorrow. I don’t know, though: the weather … we can’t afford to get stuck there. We’ll be able to get in, but we might not be able to get out. It’s going to be an interesting next 24 hours.

It’s pretty much song by song; there’s not a set sort of pattern that we fall into. I mean, it’s a pattern in the sense that Ben will bring a batch of demos in, you know a good 20 or 25 of ‘em, and then we just sort of sit down as a band and start going through them song by song. You know, talking about ‘em, playing some of ‘em, figuring out which ones we like and which ones sound good. The collaboration kind of starts then when we just weed out which ones we want to start working on. And then from there, some songs get deconstructed pretty far and rebuilt. Some songs don’t change at all. But we always say it’s less like politics and chemistry and more like farming, if that makes any sense. Ben brings in a bunch of seeds and we all till the earth and plant them and kind of nurse them along and see what grows.

Ben had written the lyric and the melody and the beginning part (the piano stuff on it) and we as a band started going over it and came up with the outro part, which was more my collaboration on it. Instead of making it a big rock ending, I thought it would be fun to try bringing it down really simply and just kind of letting it be somber. I just did a lot of the stuff that went into the arrangement of it. That’s what I added to the process. We all chip in along the way; Chris, as producer, makes executive decisions within that context, too.

The Elektra thing was hilarious. They were obviously on the outs as a company and their president at the time wasn’t a very honest person. It’s just so funny because we’re friends with Spoon, we’re friends with Nada Surf: we just wanted to ask them to really confirm or deny anything that [those bands] are telling us and get some real truth, so I don’t know why they would think that they could pull one over on us. But you know, they still tried and it was horribly embarassing for everyone concerned because sitting in the room felt just really not cool. I’m glad we went through it because it just made the conversations that were good and great with Atlantic that much better because you just knew: The Elektra stuff was what we expected it to go like, and the Atlantic thing, well, we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t great.

People just started approaching us. For a long time, we just believed that we would never go to a major, not because we never would want to be on one but because no major would have ever given us the kind of contract that we wanted to have. It was more of a ‘If you’re not give us what we want then we don’t want it anyway” kind of thing. And then people started coming around again, so we would just send out this long list of bullet points of things that we would look for in a contract and things that we would want [in order] to protect ourselves. It was completely generated by having conversations with friends of ours who had gone through the situation, gone through major label situations that were just awful, and you know, living and learning and passing on their wisdom to us. Saying, ‘Be careful of this and don’t do that and make sure that you watch this ‘cause this is a lie,’ and that kind of stuff. So we just put it all together in a big list of things and that list was so laughable ten years ago or five years ago, 1.) because we weren’t a band that had any kind of clout or muscle to move around in negotiations but 2.) just because the industry wasn’t willing to take any risks on bands like us for whatever reason. So this time when people came around we thought it was going to be more of the same: we sent out the list and you know, predictably, there were a few labels that were just like, ‘Ha ha ha, yeah right; have a good day,’ but surprisingly we sent it to Atlantic and they called back and said, ‘Looks great!’ And we were like, ‘OK, but which part of it?’ ‘Oh no, the whole list looks good; let’s get it done.’ And at that point, that’s where you have to decide. We always said that if they gave us these things that we’d do it and now they’re giving us these things? I guess we do it…? You know, we definitely wanted to take the risk and go for it and so far things have been way better than we expected them to be and that feels great.

We had a really good time out in Massachusetts. Our experience in Massachusetts was great; it was really kind of refreshing and nice to be isolated. And we were there for a month: four solid weeks. I think maybe in hindsight the last week we went a little bit crazy, you know, the isolation really sort of set in and we started getting pretty stir crazy—a few of us did anyway. It’s funny how isolation does different things to different people and for the most part, we’re used to operating on our own schedule and our own clock and we’re really disciplined as a band so that’s not any of the issue—it’s more of the social aspect of forgetting how to talk about things with people. And some people went more crazy than others. Chris--our guitar player and producer—he sort of embraced it like a madman really. He never left the barn of the studio the entire month. It was almost like being under house arrest or something. He just got focused in on it and he never wanted to leave. Ben and I, though, would go through these periods where we were just like, ‘We gotta go someplace. Just take us to a shopping mall! I don’t care!” We just wanted to know that human beings exist.

It was an extraordinarily productive time, though. We desperately needed to be away from the din of our normal crazy hectic lives. It was nice to be out there and have only music to focus on and only music to make and that was the concern of the day. Sometimes in normal life it’s easy to wake up and [find that] there’s a new priority like, ‘God, my toilet’s overflooding, I’ve got to fix that before I focus on something else.’ It was nice to get up every day and the only thing on your brain was making music.

He’s [Chris] a mad scientist, it’s true.

I really like the version we’re doing live of ‘Marching Bands of Manhattan.’ It’s just a real fun song. That’ll change in a few days, I’m sure, it’s just kind of that way right now. We’re just about to go on tour and play a whole bunch of these songs for people so as we get feedback and response, that kind of changes how you’re feeling about certain things. I’m really excited to share the album.

There’re classic ones: I love playing ‘New Year.’ The song ‘Transatlanticism’ has always been a real cathartic songs for us to play live so I look forward to playing that song a lot, too. We used to play it late in the set if not at the very end and that’s the song where you just put everything into it, whatever you got left in the reserves and just get it all out and leave the set happily exhausted.

Are you kidding me? Minneapolis rules! We’ve always had a good time in Minneapolis. I’ll be honest: the first time I went there I wasn’t expecting very much. Minneapolis? What goes on in Minneapolis? We played some coffeehouse … Foxfire? The woman that ran that place—Elizabeth []—was really nice and we had a great time. The first time we were there we played with a band called Smattering and they were really good. Since then we’ve moved to the Seventh St. Entry and First Avenue. All the people that are there have just been so fantastic over the years. We’ve always had a great time. We’ve actually been a band long enough and toured through Minneapolis a lot that we’ve seen a lot of changes downtown there. When we were first coming to Minneapolis it was a little desolate across from the Target Center there and now it’s like the Hard Rock Café and stuff—it looks like a shopping mall! I don’t even recognize that part of town anymore.

It’s funny to have such an authentic, grounded rock club right next to this sort of fake, postured restaurant. Like, one of these things actually lives it and breathes it and the other thing just looks like it. I’m imagining tourists coming into town, sitting across in the Hard Rock Café and look over at the dingy club with all the silver stars painted on the side of it and going, ‘I wonder what goes on in there; probably a lot of bad stuff.’ They’re looking at the Prince gold record on the wall going, ‘Ooh, I like that Prince record.’ You don’t understand! [First Ave] is where people cut their teeth! That’s where it happens!

I love being on the road, I really do. It’s like anything, though; it has its moments where you’re just like give me the same shower twice or I want to not move for a day. There’s something in there that’s like a metaphor for life: every day really truly is a new day. You can start every day by carrying a whole lot of crappy baggage into it and wreck it from the start or you can realize [it’s a fresh start]. And we try to live like that when we’re not on tour and waking up in Seattle every day. Just wake up every day and pretend like it’s a new city and new people and not to carry any of the crap over from yesterday. That’s the great aspect of it.

And you know, there are moments when you’re tired, just like anything you do in your life. Even when you’re eating the best chocolate sundae of your entire life, you get to the point where you’re like, ‘I can’t eat another bite.’

Unfortunately, we just hang out with each other all the time. We tour with each other all the time, and you’d think that we’d get real sick of each other, but we usually get off tour and we have these lofty goals like, ‘I’m done with touring and when we get home I’m just gonna disappear!’ And you go home and maybe for about 20 hours you’re like, ‘I’m not calling anybody; I’m not doing anything,’ and then at hour 20 you’re like, ‘God! I wonder what Ben’s doing? I wonder what Jason’s watching? I gotta call these guys,’ and then we all just end up hanging out. it’s like a weird family.

Right now I’m listening to this band Okkervill River, Feist, the band we’re touring with, Stars, their record Set Yourself on Fire is incredible; John Vanderslice’s new record Pixel Revolt. New Nada Surf.

We’re pretty much touring until Christmas and then, what I’m really excited for—one of the things about signing to Atlantic that was important to us was that being on one major label through the whole world has really opened up a lot of opportunity for us overseas in Europe and in Japan and Australia; places we’ve been casually before but never really had a chance to have a concerted effort [behind us]—and so I’m looking forward to having some extensive tours in Europe and playing some places we’ve never been to as a band and I couldn’t be more excited about that opportunity. That was one of the big reasons that we ended up signing to Atlantic in the first place, that we could consolidate our overseas picture.

Like those old Journey shirts with the huge graphic that goes over the whole front of the shirt.

Tuesday, October 4, 2005

6 for 6

this is a great job, but it gets even better when you walk into the office and find that the stack of mailers on your chair doesn't have a bad CD in it. usually, you can be guaranteed of at least one tiresome neo-goth grindcore band from the middle of nowhere or at the very least just a bunch of stuff that might be good but you don't recognize. this is great, too, because you get to find out about a lot of good stuff, but it's even better when you get 6 discs you're at the very least looking forward to:

boards of canada - the campfire headphase
danger doom (mf doom and danger mouse) - the mouse and the mask
john vanderslice - pixel revolt
sinead o'connor - throw down your arms
the go! team - thunder, lightning, strike (u.s. release)
tina schlieske - slow burn

so far, i can tell you the boards is great, the vanderslice great, the danger doom good, but the skits are pretty annoying, especially master shake's interjections. see, the album was made with the participation of the folks at adult swim, so where doom's albums usually have snippets from old fantastic four cartoons or radio shows or whatever, there are actual characters from adult swim making snippets specifically for this record, which really removes some of the fun, doesn't it? where's the collaging? it's like thinking that dj shadow's endtroducing would be a better album if he could have gotten live musicians to play every single sample just the way he wanted to use it. not that that wouldn't be cool for someone to do right now, but i digress.

the go! team was a little too peppy for midday listening, but it sounds good. i'm lisetning to tina schlieske's disc right now. kinda bonnie raitt-ish.