grain and laffy taffy

okay. as someone who's spent a lot of time thinking about it, clap your hands say yeah's Alec Ounsworth does not sound like david byrne, really. or thom yorke. he is these things: whiny. ragged. treble-y. which are often used to describe both of them. but then there's all the other words.

what language is there to talk about the voice that isn't learned from jazz/opera? we talk in metaphors because language fails us. i saw a a Jeremy Blake film with Sodium Fox and sort of about David Berman today, which I have to say was depressingly mid-1990s in a lot of ways, and there was a line about language failing him. Now mind you, Berman, "gen x everyman." waxing slackjawed one-offs about the bland world of amerikka in a series of straightfaced observations laced with little explosions of irony about these really sad subjects, sad as in adbusters when it was just starting. not even stay free. anyway, maybe the language was weak because it had been worn too thin - the visual language of the film, this sort of glitter/grease mc mansion pastische with some pop reference/some video game art/some personal symbolism, dense dense but flat and then berman, whose utterance brought on or set meaning to the collage arising. It was soo much but not enough.

(grain. i want more.)

Minimalism to conceptualism in one sentence:
Less is more, but it's not enough.

Has anyone else thought the lyric in the last verse of Laffy Taffy was "toss it feminist taffy" instead of "Toss it flip it and slap it?" Sigh. Alas, looking up the lyrics online, I find that there's no mention of feminism in the song anywhere.