Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Torey and I talked several times about killing this old blog, but we couldn't even muster the motivation to publish a death rattle. Lucky, too, since I am suddenly struck with the impulse to update.
I have been listening to a lot of fantastic music lately, and I would like to share some with you. That's how these things work, right?
Here are my most celebrated albums in the months since we last communicated:
Yo La Tengo put out a new album, called I Am Not Afraid of You and I Will Beat Your Ass, and while that is a fucking impressive name, it is not what I'm here to discuss. Fakebook is a shimmery collection of cover songs. If I had to choose an object to represent it, I believe I'd choose a snowglobe. Not your typical winter-landscape snowglobe; no, this is one of those tacky, cheaply ironic snowglobes from some faux-thatch tourist hut in the Florida Keys. Yeah, you can totally hear the glitter swirling against a backdrop of palm trees and that bright, postcard typeface gloating, Wish You Were Here. I think I even heard my uncle wink smugly as he lifted his pina colada and kicked his flip-flops to the sand.
Here Comes My Baby
Griselda
Dear Nora also put out a new album, called There is No Home, and it's unfathomably good, but it's secondary blog-material. We'll Have a Time is absolutely exquisite pop music. You could call it derivative, especially in light of all the non-linear, fuzzy freedom on There is No Home. But that would be derogatory, so instead you will call it educated. This album is educated in The Beach Boys, The Free Design, and, more importantly, Roger Nichols & The Small Circle of Friends (listen here if you're skeptical).
When the Wind Blows
From My Bedroom Window
The Crabs' Sand and Sea is everything I want in an album. In a similar vein, I had a big bowl of well-seasoned beans tonight, and that was everything I wanted in a dinner. I've drawn this comparison to give you an idea of the level of satisfaction this album provokes. We're talking full-tummy.
Market Size
Tumbling Away
The award for the album with the tightest grip on my iTunes, weighing in with a whopping five tracks on my Top 25 Most Played, is Sodastream's A Minor Revival. I really don't know much about Sodastream. I don't have any of their other albums and I couldn't quite tell you with which pop-music movements they are associated. I do know that the guitars are birdlime, though, and that the vocals are snail-bellies. I am going to give you four tracks from this album. Perhaps it is a little much, but the album has long-since been released, so I don't feel particularly wracked with guilt. Plus, you need these. You do.
Otherwise Open
Blinky
Out
Brass Lines
Note: The author does not intend this post to be a harbinger of any forthcoming regular-updating practices. She maintains that she is very busy, though we all know she spends most of her time looking at Facebook pictures of people she's only briefly met and reading fake advice columns in McSweeny's Quarterly Concern.
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