MUSIC:
Am catching up with Isolee, Western Store, intensely feeling "Rockers," which Prof. Sherburne writes:
"...has nothing to do with rock'n'roll-- nor with reggae, for that matter. A tin-can and fingersnap percussive jam, it's a virtual blueprint for, well, almost every current track in a Wighnomys vein, right down to the use of reverb as an instrument. Every drum has its own little pocket of airspace and a frequency so unique you could tune a radio to it"
and trying to make sense of this ill-written essay on how dance music changes listening perception in the book Wired for Sound. Am in this class on music technology where we have these arguments about 'liveness' that I think would make any serious pop critic laugh hysterically. I mean, it's LIVENESS that is an illusion in studio mixing, not the arbitrary/artificial assignment of space that occurs in genres like dance music. I mean, isn't it obvious from this band that the residual cling of human touch to sound production is so much nostalgia?
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My favorite autodidact Matos is set to burn up the emusic archives with the heat from his giant brain, as evidenced by awesome dozen on the history of the Harlem Hit Parade. Makes me want to give the Ink Spots another try after an unfortunate thrift store record bin encounter that left me not a fan.
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Am just catching up on pitchforking for the week and this interview with Neko Case by my charming roommate is pretty funny, sample quote:
Not that more experimental artists aren't just as valid. I'm sure lurking under the surface in my mind are people like Brian Eno and Roxy Music wearing giant sideburns and leopard skin pants going, "You can put a saxophone on it!"
Right? The inner Eno -this is mine, queen of the nerds!
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I'm in love with Eno. Though these days he looks like a German banker and hangs out with Paul Simon. In the past (early 1970s) he was a horndog who disrobed my friend Amy's foot and kissed it in front of a whole room of strangers. Hot!
i like the idea of dis-socking a foot and the idea of eno doing so in public to a stranger is so perfect (year with swollen appendices confirmed this) and such high weirdness at the same time.
i can only imagine about this paul simon thing. maybe they got together to talk about how ethnomusicologists love to hate them for having 'problematic' relationships with african music. which they do, see Meintjes and Feld, Graceland and My Life In the...respectively.
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