Archive for the 'Muzak' Category
Here’s the deal: You recommend a band I wind up liking more than anyone else’s recommendation, and I’ll send you a copy of my minimalism book.
Below are the 25 band or musician names at the top of the most-played list in my iTunes library. On the basis of those, recommend someone else for me to listen to.
If I’m already familiar with the band or musician, I’ll let you know, and you can make another recommendation.
I’ll take recommendations through Sunday, June 16, and then decide whose recommendation I like the best, and send that person the book.
Send your recommendations here or leave them in comments below. Here are the musicians to use as the basis for your recommendation:
The High Violets
Matt Pond PA
American Analog Set
Band of Susans
“If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they seldom come, they wish’d for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.”
–Act 1, Scene 2 of Shakespeare’s Henry IV
In other words, I’m quite enjoying the new Feelies album, their first in 20 years. You put it on, you think, “Yup, that’s a Feelies album, happy to hear it repeatedly.” I wonder how much of that is because of their sparse output. If they had been putting out records every two years the last two decades, would it be more, “Eh, another Feelies album. Why do I need to get it?”
But they didn’t, so the new one is a welcome ennui ameliorator.1 comment
Some of them were even released this year, instead of my playing catch-up. Alphabetically by artist:
Black Tambourine: Black Tambourine
So, uh, I was a mere 20 years late in really listening to this beautiful noisepop from a band with two members that went on to be in Velocity Girl (who, in my defense, I caught on to when they were new and fresh). One of those two guys, Archie Moore, was also in Heartworms and The Saturday People. I could listen to wall-of-feedback-over-pop-song stuff like this all day. This 2010 release compiles everything they recorded, including four new songs taped for the purpose of this record. Review
Steve Davis Quintet: Live At Smalls
A four-song set, with all five band members firing on all cylinders throughout. The first time I listened to it, Mike DiRubbo’s solo on “Spirit Waltz” literally stopped me in my tracks. I went over to the stereo and sat staring at the speakers in awe. Review
The High Violets: To Where You Are
In addition to the noise-over-pop mode of Black Tambourine, I have a weakness for swirling, swoon-inducing dreampop. These guys from Portland, Oregon do it really well. After playing this 2006 disc to death I’m inspired to get their release from this year, Cinema. Review
Phantom Buffalo: Cement Postcard With Owl Colours
Stacey first heard these locals (as in Portland, Maine) at an outdoor crafts fair in August, and was the impetus for us exploring them. This being Portland, of course we’ve since learned that we know the ladyfriend of one of the band members. I’m not sure how to describe them, but you won’t be disappointed if you like the usual suspects like The Shins, Rogue Wave, Carl Newman, etc. wrung through a 12-percent psychedelica filter. Review
Craig Ramsey: Parting Gift for a Party Girl
A solo release from half of the songwriting chops behind favorites Bears. This is classic should-be-a-hit indiepop. Ramsey’s sweet, gentle voice and bouncy songs belie the venom in the lyrics, which either document the end of a relationship or display Ramsey’s ability to imagine having lived through such a thing. Review
While running the other evening I was feeling especially fatigued and the song “Feeling Gravity’s Pull” came to mind. So when I got home and started the usual 13-hour post-run routine I put on the album it’s on for the first time in years. Damn, that’s good stuff! I love dredging up something from the archives and finding it still speaks to me. In this case, I was thinking, “Wow, that’s really held up well for being 15 years old. Wait, it’s 25! Holy telescoped time, Batman!”2 comments
I’m in one of those stages with no big projects or adventures or cool trips to look forward to, so I need to remind myself to not forget quotidian items that reliably pierce the clouds. Ten off the top of my head:
- Solo trail runs.
- Trail runs with friends.
- First 83 cups of coffee in the morning.
- Dinner with Stacey.
- Harold Mabern at full force.
- For some reason, merino wool tops make me very happy.
- A good chai is nice.
- Interesting e-mail exchanges.
- Perusing Slate.
- At some point during the day, each of the pets does something that makes me smile.
Your list?1 comment
In alphabetical order, some CDs I acquired this year that brought repeated pleasure:
Blind Pilot: Three Rounds and a Sound
Buildings Breeding: self-titled
Nord Express: Loveland
Pia Fraus: After Summer
Eric Reed: Here
Kate Tucker and the Sons of Sweden: self-titled
Winterpills: The Light DividesNo comments
In 1990, my training partner went to see them–all the way from Australia–with my then-girlfriend, while I stayed home to rest for a meaningless Baltimore Road Runners Club cross country race the next morning. Idiot.1 comment