DEEP THOUGHTS:
-What if 00's mainstream punk will be known as the hairmetal of our generation, I mean. Good Charlotte - black hairdye, bad skin, funny, predictable uniforms - how is that not 1/2 of Motley Crue?
-Finished reading Douglas Wolk's Live at the Apollo 33 1/3 last night at 3.33am last night. How smart is Douglas Wolk? I imagine that every single traced down origin of James Brown's love and theft for the session just came from the top of his noggin, tho I'm sure his extreme modesty would not allow me to find him so effortlessly brilliant. Believe the hype.
-Just finished my Feist review. C'mon, Feist? Like that PJ bassline, the Bee Gee's cover, but c'mon - Feist. When will Big Black Jr. fall down from the sky to make for a new sound in rock? Did I just write that - not gender, but lack of bullshit, fay naivete. I'm sick of cute.
-Went to see a James Tenney piece at the Whitney at Altria - one of these 'feel free to move around the venue during the performance' pieces, called "For piano and..." - sections of the ensemble were all around, a quartet here, brass there, percussion, Jenny Lin at the piano. It was a low tone cluster, high overtone meditation - La Monte Young feeling but with some Western harmony thrown in, moving shiftless but disernable. I actually conquered my teeming brain and heard through it to extreme spatial separation, like seeing every feather in a headdress laid side by side, then bound together in order. A lot of times I feel like concert experiences like this become that - Cagian lessons in hearing. Is personal transendance the point, though - is tuning in for a moment anything more than that? I dunno, but I was happy to have done it.
-speaking of 'getting it' i have finally wandered through my boredom with Smog and decided that Rock Bottom Riser, off the new record, is my melancholic jam of the moment. Bill C. 12th album in 13 years. what else have i missed?
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