oh, moving day. while waiting for the demon uhaul to return so i can begin this upstairs downstairs drama, i thought i'd blog about this bizarre little experience of seeing bright eyes/ tilly and the wall/ coco rosie.
well, it was at the academy of music, all decked out like a birthday cake, and the parade of south jersey hardcore kids, confusing frat boys in sensitive mode ("i like it when that hot chick makes a dick sucking sound" during the coco set not with-standing") and just plain folks was charmed and a little bit yay we're going to the prom. this is complete with a blonde chick behind us throwing up with excitement and mad dog, a brutal combo. the floorstaff was quick, and the clean up chased away the frat boys, so i looked at it as a blessing from above.
tilly and the wall, three girls (a chick who looks like scream club, a chick who looks like cat power, a chick who looks like joan jett - in short, a charlies angels' of contemporary girlie icons/cliches) and two dudes singing music that is so damn earnest it could be a campfire revival. and, there's a tapdancer, complete with glitter armbands and jazz hands. as suspected...tap dancing has more interesting origins than contemporary usages. Alas. Their songs are limited but their voices are powerful - in short, a bad gimmick for otherwise decent musicians.
Then, there's Coco Rosie, who I wanted to like when I listened to them this summer but dude, they're a super yikes twee folk band that drops the n-bomb in a song, unapologetically, and well, they paint moustaches on their faces. One sings opera, the other sings Joanna - a third gentleman wore an indian headdress and rapped in French on the last song, one of many featuring musical toys in ways that the Elephant Six never dreamed (namely, as they were intended to be used, without stressing or distortion) while shoddy projections of weird christian imagery flashed on a wayy to small screen behind. I didn't like it, it smelled funny.
And Bright Eyes - sooo Bruce like, big drum sound, solo set (where's the spotlight) post-election earnestness turned political - 'when the president talks to god', a big fabulous buildup of ironic conversation betweeen the two big men then let down with a balloon fart sound of conor shouting 'bullshit' as if his otherwise clever song just couldn't exist without some expression of inarticulate adolescent rage. ahh, the contradiction, a big man at 24. his songs about life in new york are disingenuous and feel spatially dislocated from the reality of city living -as if the somewhereness of new york, with its history, it's 'not on the road'-ness, blunts his emotional perception somehow. he sounds like an asshole talking about new york, like ' i get lost if i leave the village, i can't come to brooklyn to meet you' dude, get one of those little plastic maps and a little pocket card with the subway routes on it and shut the hell up, cause you sound like a yuppie scumbag. okay, that was mean, but that's my advice to any new new yorker - get a map and stop sounding like a yuppie scumbag. okay, otherwise it was a nice little show - sort of short, but the union dudes were panting and the vomit was drying and the parents were waiting outside to pick out timmy and alex to go back to the main line.
Then Making Time - former site of Philadelphia indie kid decadence turned sad display of subcultural factionalism and DJs reducing to the lowest common denominator. What good comes of it? I have found a new fucking terrordome dance partner in Nick Sylvester and got to have cheese fries with the man plus radical, recent ilx pin-up Amy Phillips at Silk City. Okay, I like, drove them to Philly, but it was still an awesome friend date galore.
That is all. It's 1pm and I'm only a little closer to getting my Uhaul - curses!
1.30.2005
1.28.2005
nix my dumb tix
also, forgot to blog that the kills interview was hilarious and wonderful in ways that will be revealed in publication format. suffice to say, i immersed myself in the fantasy and came out something of a believer. also, i realized that i like the record, especially after having a drink with a dude tonight who was like, 'the girl from the kills is sooo awesome - she was in DISCOUNT!!! she was a total legend' which makes me feel great like hey, this girl might have three or four more weird progressions of bands that will seem maybe heinous and embarrassing in 10 years but sort of rule when they happen. who else has done that?
the sad sad tale of molly bawn
the dollar store near my house put out boxes on tuesday night, in the middle of the second dusting of snow that has rendered new york city a wasteland of rock barriers, deadly slushfilled footpathes and battle of wills one lane bridge chicken (why why why am i stuck behind the doddling cute old man on the sidewalk with only a 1.5 foot clearance, why?). they put out ten perfect, wonderful hawaiian punch (fruit juicy red) boxes that fix four stacks of 25 CDs perfectly - the automation of all things means that the HP and the CD are interchangable (what would hawaiian punch sound like? prolly like hi-standard, whose cover of 'california dreamin' on the fat wreck chords comp 1996 still stands in my mind as like, the sond about how i feel about the beach). anyway, god, the interchangability of CDs and the HP has made packing the deleriously delightful and wonderful 'yes i am moving and it's going to be AWEEESOME and what color should i paint my room?!?' experience that it should be, or rather will be until sunday when i have to uhaul my garbage and trek it through said brutal footpathes and up the flights. so goes the urban nomad looking for a perm. place.
am going to see bright eyes tomorrow in philly at the academy of music, a beautiful philadephia institution that used to house the symphony until they moved to the teched out Kimmel Center. ahh, bright eyes, poster child, great white hope, clear channel cruisader, prolific child genius, blah blah blah blah blah. i imagine the show will be mostly like make out club jersey girls and their blue hoodie boyfriends, singalongs no doubt. me, i'm a 20 percent fan and a 100 lover of the spectacle plus support and encourage promoter Sean Agnew's assent into the big time venue. Yay! Punk dude makes good! then going to the illustrious, ever hilarious indie rock fever that is Making Time, where DFA1979 was supposed to play, but i hear rumors that it isn't happenin'. whatever. philly.
in packing, was listening to the new alasdair roberts, (appendix out) super drone dark british folkie stuff in the vein of current 93 which i never ever had tolerance for but might, after having listened to C93 for too long on my ipod in the 'this makes me laugh out loud on the subway because no one knows about the absurd things being whispered in my ears while i'm sitting next to them' dept., i am now properly tuned to liking. the molly bawn track, about a lover who murders the most fair maiden in the land, reminds me of Tibet's "Tamlin" with that funny narrative voice and all the characters taking different voices. Ya, it's a little theater kid-y (kid-a?) but, like, spooky theater kid.
am going to see bright eyes tomorrow in philly at the academy of music, a beautiful philadephia institution that used to house the symphony until they moved to the teched out Kimmel Center. ahh, bright eyes, poster child, great white hope, clear channel cruisader, prolific child genius, blah blah blah blah blah. i imagine the show will be mostly like make out club jersey girls and their blue hoodie boyfriends, singalongs no doubt. me, i'm a 20 percent fan and a 100 lover of the spectacle plus support and encourage promoter Sean Agnew's assent into the big time venue. Yay! Punk dude makes good! then going to the illustrious, ever hilarious indie rock fever that is Making Time, where DFA1979 was supposed to play, but i hear rumors that it isn't happenin'. whatever. philly.
in packing, was listening to the new alasdair roberts, (appendix out) super drone dark british folkie stuff in the vein of current 93 which i never ever had tolerance for but might, after having listened to C93 for too long on my ipod in the 'this makes me laugh out loud on the subway because no one knows about the absurd things being whispered in my ears while i'm sitting next to them' dept., i am now properly tuned to liking. the molly bawn track, about a lover who murders the most fair maiden in the land, reminds me of Tibet's "Tamlin" with that funny narrative voice and all the characters taking different voices. Ya, it's a little theater kid-y (kid-a?) but, like, spooky theater kid.
1.24.2005
she's lost control
NME reports, and very heavily out in the blogosphere already, is news that there's a new Ian Curtis bio scheduled to be directed by Anton Corbijn, which is exciting as Corbijn's weird fetishist parade memorial video of him always seemed to fit the myth best of all. Sadly, the story will be based on Deborah Curtis' disturbing and poorly written 'Touching From A Distance," which deals mainly with their young, fucked up relationship and left me feeling ill-informed but still angry for its narrow perspective. And, of course, Mr. Tony Wilson will be involved...(the F4 website, on brief glance, is sad in its heritage harassment - you know our politics, now buy our stuff!)
no wow.
am listening to the kills record because i have to interview them tomorrow at the chelsea hotel, because they like to stay in edie sedgwick's room. i am not making this shit up. the first song on their new album is called no wow. ahm. ya, i hear ya on that. i really liked well, i really liked the song "superstition" on Keep On Your Mean Side, cause I thought that she, VV?, sounded like PJ...but she's from Florida. why does she keep saying 'ain't'? i like the tracking of the dude, codename: hotel?, just below her voice, and the guitar has this weird radio distant thing going on, like "cherie cherie..." okay, maybe i do like this music, but i think i hate the lyrics. yes. it's like listening to scrabble 'the blues addition' - 'how many lyrics can i make out of this syllable?'
IF YOU LIKE GOOD PSYCH FOLK you should like the Wrist & Pistols. Saw them tonight at Tonic, in spite of the bitter cold and having to dig my car out of a four foot snow barrier with nothing but a cat litter scooper (how depraved, i know). The dudes are friends with luke of lucky dragons, my friendito (with whom I recorded some cello majick last week) in Providence. Anyway, banjo, piano, bass, drums and a keyboard that sounded like the one Young Marble Giants used on Colossal Youth - totally gorgeous, dark blend of instruments, mostly beautiful three part harmonies and snaky little theatrical asides to their old timey style music (a little black heart proc sounding, really, minus predictibility in piano). Also, a decent cover of "Jersey Girl" which turns out to be a Tom Waits song, not one of The Bruce. Go figure.
IF YOU LIKE GOOD PSYCH FOLK you should like the Wrist & Pistols. Saw them tonight at Tonic, in spite of the bitter cold and having to dig my car out of a four foot snow barrier with nothing but a cat litter scooper (how depraved, i know). The dudes are friends with luke of lucky dragons, my friendito (with whom I recorded some cello majick last week) in Providence. Anyway, banjo, piano, bass, drums and a keyboard that sounded like the one Young Marble Giants used on Colossal Youth - totally gorgeous, dark blend of instruments, mostly beautiful three part harmonies and snaky little theatrical asides to their old timey style music (a little black heart proc sounding, really, minus predictibility in piano). Also, a decent cover of "Jersey Girl" which turns out to be a Tom Waits song, not one of The Bruce. Go figure.
1.22.2005
snow on my windchimes
alas, i stayed up so late so that i could bum around like crazy today before game night, and now i'm trapped inside, but at least i learned how to use my new retro-tech digital camera, sort of.
also, i just spent 2 hours transcribing the first two minutes of Ralph Stanley's "O Death" for class -listening to it on half speed like 'oooooo oooooo oooooooo hhhh deeeeeeaaaaaaaatttthhhh' perfect elegy for a blustery day.
Mr. Rubato
It's 3:23 am and I am telling the world that I am done with my ethno prosem paper. Maybe it's a month late and a page short of what everyone else's was, but I'm okay with that. Maybe I used words like 'theatricalized' and 'Japaneseness,' which might not even BE words except in the brains of dumb grad students wanting to impress their hyper-smart professor (hint, read his book, the language melts over you with knowledge and you don't even notice it - like any great prose, which is all the more awesome since he's an ethnomusicologist - a name that by its very nature signifies belabored academic pretention) but I'm okay with that too. It's an okay paper.
Today was a banner day for schizophrenic freelance madness. I interviewed a man who makes lightning bolts for nighclubs in Las Vegas, a German stompbox guru who runs the only accordion store in NYC, and one of my classmates, filed two stories and had a chat with someone whom might have crossed the line between friend and publicist by calling me at 7pm on a Friday to pitch me a story. I write this knowing full well that he or she may read this and I say this right now - friendship is the most important thing to me, and I live in a world where business (writing, publications, press people) intermingles daily and nightly, sometimes seamlessly, sometimes so obviously insincerely. Please, please don't make me suspect that you only call me friend so that I answer the phone when you call, only to pitch me. Yikes! I mean, we're all geeks and we all know what the deal is, so just be cool about it, right?
No new listening today – jammed to Merle Haggard, Annie's "Chewing Gum," and varioius selections of my top 2004 countdown (for CDR burn trades tomorrow) on sort of maddening constant repeat. Something about the production on those Annie tracks makes the lower frequencies sound like utter poop on my computer speakers, no matter how much I fool around with iTunes. Just more assurance that the only music worth listening to on the hi-fi is crass pap (and groovy electronic music, of course.)
IN OTHER NEWS:
Yes, yes. I will be in Seattle again for the illustrious ever wonderful and exciting EMP Pop Music Conference. I'm writing about disco-polo this time, so expect to be bugged about it all spring because I need to figure out WTF is going on with that music. Repeated pleas: anyone who knows anything about the history of continental (esp. Slavic) mainstream dance music culture from about 85-95 please please contact me.
Today was a banner day for schizophrenic freelance madness. I interviewed a man who makes lightning bolts for nighclubs in Las Vegas, a German stompbox guru who runs the only accordion store in NYC, and one of my classmates, filed two stories and had a chat with someone whom might have crossed the line between friend and publicist by calling me at 7pm on a Friday to pitch me a story. I write this knowing full well that he or she may read this and I say this right now - friendship is the most important thing to me, and I live in a world where business (writing, publications, press people) intermingles daily and nightly, sometimes seamlessly, sometimes so obviously insincerely. Please, please don't make me suspect that you only call me friend so that I answer the phone when you call, only to pitch me. Yikes! I mean, we're all geeks and we all know what the deal is, so just be cool about it, right?
No new listening today – jammed to Merle Haggard, Annie's "Chewing Gum," and varioius selections of my top 2004 countdown (for CDR burn trades tomorrow) on sort of maddening constant repeat. Something about the production on those Annie tracks makes the lower frequencies sound like utter poop on my computer speakers, no matter how much I fool around with iTunes. Just more assurance that the only music worth listening to on the hi-fi is crass pap (and groovy electronic music, of course.)
IN OTHER NEWS:
Yes, yes. I will be in Seattle again for the illustrious ever wonderful and exciting EMP Pop Music Conference. I'm writing about disco-polo this time, so expect to be bugged about it all spring because I need to figure out WTF is going on with that music. Repeated pleas: anyone who knows anything about the history of continental (esp. Slavic) mainstream dance music culture from about 85-95 please please contact me.
1.21.2005
know your enemies
Janet boob hating FFC Chairman Michael Powell is stepping down today, no doubt to go consult for the the MPAA or something. One bad leader in, another out. As we say in Tralfamador, so it goes.
Have been maaaaaaad lately with school, writing and moving. I FOUND SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. Montrose and Lorimer, ghetto direct, L train feasible, walk in closet you would sublet for over 500 usd - totally exciting.
Will write more later, gotta go interview Main Squeeze store owner and Main Squeeze Orchestra conducter Walter Kuhr for Venus.
Have been maaaaaaad lately with school, writing and moving. I FOUND SOMEWHERE TO LIVE. Montrose and Lorimer, ghetto direct, L train feasible, walk in closet you would sublet for over 500 usd - totally exciting.
Will write more later, gotta go interview Main Squeeze store owner and Main Squeeze Orchestra conducter Walter Kuhr for Venus.
1.14.2005
end of tape, found high lonesome sounds, and finished projects
Yesterday I handed in the manuscript for the new Studs Terkel music book - some 416 pages containing fifty years of oral histories with everyone from famous opera stars, conductors and impresarios to jazz legends, folksters and even Janis Joplin. Good things come of this factchecking mission - I am now a wealth of arcane knowledge about the death of Bessie Smith, and also, I found out about John Jacob Niles, 'the dean of american balledeers,' who collected folksongs in th early 1900s and who recorded them, accompanying himself on lute or dulcimer, along with his reedy, high-pitched voice. Listen here for a sample of some of his more, umm, famous songs.
Was reading this blog that has photos of the installation process of the the Christo piece in Central Park and had that overwhelming feeling of excitement and desire for wonderment that I think I used to have in the car on the way to an amusement park. Consider this an invite for a long walk in the park in February.
Also, a list I'm on has been bemoaning the death of analog tape. The article about the closing of Quantegy is one of those retrotech nightmares rendered comical with interviews by Jeff Tweedy and Steve Albini, esp. thinking about Albini squirrelling away reels between his walls and things, furious to be the last man standing. I wonder how my old friend as Sear Sound is feeling about all this - will have to contact the analog freaks to see what the rumors are.
Was reading this blog that has photos of the installation process of the the Christo piece in Central Park and had that overwhelming feeling of excitement and desire for wonderment that I think I used to have in the car on the way to an amusement park. Consider this an invite for a long walk in the park in February.
Also, a list I'm on has been bemoaning the death of analog tape. The article about the closing of Quantegy is one of those retrotech nightmares rendered comical with interviews by Jeff Tweedy and Steve Albini, esp. thinking about Albini squirrelling away reels between his walls and things, furious to be the last man standing. I wonder how my old friend as Sear Sound is feeling about all this - will have to contact the analog freaks to see what the rumors are.
1.10.2005
your moves are so raw
think you've got what it takes to be Michael Hutchence? if you're 21, harbor jim morrison daydreams, find yrself wearing sunglasses inside over often and ARE NOT already in an up and coming death disco band, check this out. icck gads!
1.07.2005
rap up
an being lame and doing my pazz and jop comments, skimming email and found Skillz '04 rap up. Good moments: "After the Passion Jesus walked to the bank," "White T's I'll spare, aren't they like 50 for a dollar, they ain't going nowhere," "For a minute though votin' was fly/Everybody had a shirt that said 'vote or die'/seen on everyone from 50 to Jigga/News flash to Puff, 'the shirts didn't work,...," "Ashlee Simpson made a fool of herself on SNL/Advice to the kids don't chance it/something go wrong in your life, screw it, start dancing..." and on and on. Well, how do I top that in me little rock critic baubles?
Good things today:
the Minus Story EP - sorta elephant 6-ish, a little windsome for my tastes (it's on jagjaguwar, which is getting more winsome by the minute since lovelife broke up) decent orch. pop sketches
Damien Jurado - On My Way to Absence - listened to while factchecking. I like 'big decision' with lyrics like 'i made a big decision and i think i didn't include you' which sounds really stupid, off the cuff and insensitive, but you know, it seems that this is actually how most people make decisions, not irrationally but selfishly, or with fear that it can't or won't matter to other people. whatever, he is to me as richard buckner or mark kozelek is to other ecstatic folk lovers - a constantly growing songwriter of humble, human scale with lyrics that cut weirdly into my own actual lived experience. my life. whatever. there's some typical xtian bs on here but not as hymn-y as our dear sufjan.
OPEN QUESTION:
how do you people who read this who get access to hip hop releases get reliable release dates? It seems that pause and play has less and less hip hop stuff. my pazz and jop ballot forced me to realize that about 60 percent of my listening and loving of music is hip hop related these days, yet I have never actually gotten a story/review for all the pitches I've made on the subject (as per Amy P.'s future EMP paper topic) and want to brow beat my editors into letting me do coverage by knowing more about the industry instead of being just a fan. And yes, I do read Oliver, Caramanica, Hua, Jeff Chang, Sasha and everyone else who's writing on the subject I respect - dudes and dudettes, help me out.
Good things today:
the Minus Story EP - sorta elephant 6-ish, a little windsome for my tastes (it's on jagjaguwar, which is getting more winsome by the minute since lovelife broke up) decent orch. pop sketches
Damien Jurado - On My Way to Absence - listened to while factchecking. I like 'big decision' with lyrics like 'i made a big decision and i think i didn't include you' which sounds really stupid, off the cuff and insensitive, but you know, it seems that this is actually how most people make decisions, not irrationally but selfishly, or with fear that it can't or won't matter to other people. whatever, he is to me as richard buckner or mark kozelek is to other ecstatic folk lovers - a constantly growing songwriter of humble, human scale with lyrics that cut weirdly into my own actual lived experience. my life. whatever. there's some typical xtian bs on here but not as hymn-y as our dear sufjan.
OPEN QUESTION:
how do you people who read this who get access to hip hop releases get reliable release dates? It seems that pause and play has less and less hip hop stuff. my pazz and jop ballot forced me to realize that about 60 percent of my listening and loving of music is hip hop related these days, yet I have never actually gotten a story/review for all the pitches I've made on the subject (as per Amy P.'s future EMP paper topic) and want to brow beat my editors into letting me do coverage by knowing more about the industry instead of being just a fan. And yes, I do read Oliver, Caramanica, Hua, Jeff Chang, Sasha and everyone else who's writing on the subject I respect - dudes and dudettes, help me out.
1.06.2005
do the whirlwind
feeling indie-popped and without a tune - there's a new weird dance track by Architecture In Helsinki called Do the Whirlwind, which leaves the Fingers Crossed land of languishing, open structures and goes all basic descending keyboards and cutiesie vox - the beginning is simply crystalline and enchanting though, so listen for at least 10 seconds.
awesome things i've listened to today:
Grizzly Bear "Horn of Plenty" which came out in Nov. - more music than should come from a duo, a little black box theater sounding (love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like.....you!) with telephone vox, out of tune cabaret piano and lovely/tragic whine vocals slip-slidy, little computron flourishes give it extra life where it might be just a sweet little psych folk thing.
Fannypack "See You Next Tuesday" holy shit, sophmore effort rules! i take it all back, they aren't just bratty teens cashing in, a post-Larry T style NYC groomed girl troupe, but in fact TOTALLY rule on 'seven one eight' and 'on my lap,' which made me think about dudes giving lap dances, which made me laugh aloud. how many records make you laugh aloud?
BuuuX:
Am reading Chris Washburne's "Bad Music" right now - it is my destiny to theorize the bad, I have been thinking lately although I'm always fighting between the critic (aesthetics) and the ethnomuze (sociologist/anthropologist) as to what is the most important part about music, how it sounds or how people think it sounds.
awesome things i've listened to today:
Grizzly Bear "Horn of Plenty" which came out in Nov. - more music than should come from a duo, a little black box theater sounding (love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like.....you!) with telephone vox, out of tune cabaret piano and lovely/tragic whine vocals slip-slidy, little computron flourishes give it extra life where it might be just a sweet little psych folk thing.
Fannypack "See You Next Tuesday" holy shit, sophmore effort rules! i take it all back, they aren't just bratty teens cashing in, a post-Larry T style NYC groomed girl troupe, but in fact TOTALLY rule on 'seven one eight' and 'on my lap,' which made me think about dudes giving lap dances, which made me laugh aloud. how many records make you laugh aloud?
BuuuX:
Am reading Chris Washburne's "Bad Music" right now - it is my destiny to theorize the bad, I have been thinking lately although I'm always fighting between the critic (aesthetics) and the ethnomuze (sociologist/anthropologist) as to what is the most important part about music, how it sounds or how people think it sounds.
1.05.2005
army of dreamers
am crrrrrazy and fact-checking this studs terkel music book - I love doing this work so much, it's the most wonderful close reading on the history of American performance, what hyperlinks would be like if you didn't get sloppy and forget you were reading, funny, weird and tangential - in short, the perfect inter-semester job for me. Send me more fact-checking, it rules!
doing this gives me time to listen to the promo pile - am digging the new M. Ward - never realized how much he sounds like Sondre Lerche, and the lovely little guitar instrumentals remind me of the incidental music played on cable t.v. during christmas, and i mean that in the best way. wait, he's ripping off the bach unaccompanied cello suites -that's what it is! also, interviewed The Tiny, a swedish psych-folk three piece w/ female vox, very pretty stuff, at the Time Cafe yesterday. "I think we might be new....weird....folk, but we don't have that in Sweden." watch out kids, the brand blitz bubble for the folkies might end after the Newsom/Devendra court pazz n' jop - as we've recently been made away, it's all about watching the tides. also bought the kate bush sensual world/hounds of love box (see above, i'm infected) and am planning to listen to it for a month straight then start writing songs for THE ALBUM THAT WILL HAPPEN IN 2005. so help me.
JSPOTTING:
I really like Peter Scholtes' frank look at the new u2 album - the stunningly corny lede, a fitting tribute to bono, and addressing what it is, in some way, that just urks the hell out of u2 listeners - that cockiness, those throw-aways. Am reading "pop music - technology and creativity" about the tech determin 16 channel midi crazies made the 80s sound - big, dense, in tune and in time - classic U2. His writing is awesome in general.
doing this gives me time to listen to the promo pile - am digging the new M. Ward - never realized how much he sounds like Sondre Lerche, and the lovely little guitar instrumentals remind me of the incidental music played on cable t.v. during christmas, and i mean that in the best way. wait, he's ripping off the bach unaccompanied cello suites -that's what it is! also, interviewed The Tiny, a swedish psych-folk three piece w/ female vox, very pretty stuff, at the Time Cafe yesterday. "I think we might be new....weird....folk, but we don't have that in Sweden." watch out kids, the brand blitz bubble for the folkies might end after the Newsom/Devendra court pazz n' jop - as we've recently been made away, it's all about watching the tides. also bought the kate bush sensual world/hounds of love box (see above, i'm infected) and am planning to listen to it for a month straight then start writing songs for THE ALBUM THAT WILL HAPPEN IN 2005. so help me.
JSPOTTING:
I really like Peter Scholtes' frank look at the new u2 album - the stunningly corny lede, a fitting tribute to bono, and addressing what it is, in some way, that just urks the hell out of u2 listeners - that cockiness, those throw-aways. Am reading "pop music - technology and creativity" about the tech determin 16 channel midi crazies made the 80s sound - big, dense, in tune and in time - classic U2. His writing is awesome in general.
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