World Party - "Sweet Soul Dream"
Whew, that's one bitter entry below. Sorry about that. Thankfully this week features something that can be in short supply in these parts -- hope and positivity.
My co-worker Dave raved about the World Party show he saw in early August out in Los Angeles. So I took the initiative to get myself on the guest list for the band's show at Irving Plaza Saturday night. I've been a big fan of the band--basically frontman Karl Wallinger and whomever he chooses to play with--ever since I heard "Ship of Fools" on PYX 106 20 years ago. I saw them once before, way back in 1993 opening for 10,000 Maniacs. And all I can remember from that show is that most fans at SPAC seemed to not know who World Party was and they wondered why I was standing up and cheering when they broke into "Way Down Now."
My interest in the band waned a bit with their 1997 album Egyptology--and that's because I was a moron and didn't realize that "She's the One" is quite possibly one of the best love songs of the past decade. "She's the One" is one the library cuts that WFUV plays regularly (and with them that means once every two to three weeks) and it drive me nuts not being able to get it because the album was out of print. Thankfully my co-worker Dave had a copy and in January was able to send me the song for my Ipod.
Last year Wallinger got the rights back to all of his albums, including 2000's Dumbing Up which was available stateside only as an import. In the spring he reissued all of them and came to the U-S to do some acoustic shows to promote them. This in itself was miraculous, considering the man had a brain aneurysm five years ago! I don't know all the facts about his recovery, but from all accounts Wallinger is very lucky man to be on the planet right now, and even luckier to be able to speak and sing again.
I can't even imagine what it must feel like to get a second chance after staring down death, but I can now say I can see how it can impact a person's take on their own songs. During Saturday night's performance at Irving Plaza, Wallinger had a grin etched on his face for 90 minutes straight. The pure joy the man got from playing with what is a kick ass band (drummer Chris Whitten is great secret weapon) came through in every song he sang. Wallinger's vocals on the studio versions of songs such as set opener "Put the Message in the Box" and "Is It Like Today" always seemed to me a little bit detached, as if he needed to put some distance between himself and his words. Not on this Saturday night. Wallinger's passion for these songs rang through loud and clear.
Saturday's set went deep on Goodbye Jumbo songs, with seven cuts played. And with many lyrics in those songs about not letting life pass you by ("See the world in just one grain of sand/You better take a closer look/Don't let it slip right through your hand") it was obvious that the meanings to many of his own word had changed for Wallinger. Even "Way Down Now," which is not the most uplifting song, came across now as anthem of carrying on. And damn, this audience was glad Wallinger carried on. Irving Plaza wasn't sold out, but the rapturous ovation Wallinger and company got throughout the evening was so loud I thought I was at the Garden. And it was obvious that Wallinger was touched by all of it. Someone left him a bouquet of flowers at his feet, and I could have sworn that he looked a little choked up when he went to the mic to thank the anonymous fan who had left them.
(Here's a sample of Karl in action today. The audio is pretty poor, but the feeling is still there.)
As for our Song of the Week, "Sweet Soul Dream" has always been my "buried on side 2" gem of Goodbye Jumbo. I didn't think Wallinger would play it, especially after one guy yelled out for it three times during one gap between songs. (And no, it wasn't me.) But that dude and I got our wish, and Wallinger sang it with, well, pardon the pun, a whole lot of soul. I think he especially dug into these lines that open the second verse:
"I don't need a body
A body's nobody to me
I'm just a cell
I'm leaving well
When I get you to give me the key."
Welcome back Karl, to your body and soul.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Song of the Week 9/1/06
The Gentlemen - "Through With You"
This song sounds really good when you're really fucking pissed at someone when they blow off meeting you without leaving a message saying they weren't going to meet you and that you can just go into the ballpark and you don't have to fucking stand there for 50 minutes wondering what the fuck the delay is and then when you finally go in and it starts raining and then the people behind you have small children who yell in your ear for an inning and kick your seat repeatedly until you get so fucking fed up you have to get the fuck outta there.
Whew, I feel much better after that run on sentence. At least the Yankees lost.
And man, does this song fucking bring the rock.
This song sounds really good when you're really fucking pissed at someone when they blow off meeting you without leaving a message saying they weren't going to meet you and that you can just go into the ballpark and you don't have to fucking stand there for 50 minutes wondering what the fuck the delay is and then when you finally go in and it starts raining and then the people behind you have small children who yell in your ear for an inning and kick your seat repeatedly until you get so fucking fed up you have to get the fuck outta there.
Whew, I feel much better after that run on sentence. At least the Yankees lost.
And man, does this song fucking bring the rock.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Song of the Week 8/25/06
Dan Hartman - "I Can Dream About You"
I must credit the great Jefito Blog for prompting this 1984 summertime hit to get stuck in my brain this week. He wrote a great piece (right here) about this song and made me discover that the version I had from Hartman's somewhat lame best of Keep the Fire Burning was not the version I was used to, it was a lengthy remix. In fact, even the album version (which Jefito had as a download) was not the version played on FLY 92 (Albany's CHR station) when I was 14 year old just making the transition from Top 40 to album rock. It was this version here:
And while doing some research, I discovered that in some parts of the country, it was this version that got played:
I never saw MTV until 1987, but I do remember seeing the top version of the video on the afternoon video show on channel 6. The bottom one (with the different vocal mix and faster tempo) I guess was the one used to promote that weird MTV inspired film Streets of Fire (which did have Diane Lane, and that's always a plus). Oddly enough, the version on the soundtrack is the "hit" one in my mind. Damn, all these different versions are giving me a headache, I must cease and desist writing about it.
I will add that in the summer of 1984, I thought this song was this shit. It's still pretty damn good today.
I must credit the great Jefito Blog for prompting this 1984 summertime hit to get stuck in my brain this week. He wrote a great piece (right here) about this song and made me discover that the version I had from Hartman's somewhat lame best of Keep the Fire Burning was not the version I was used to, it was a lengthy remix. In fact, even the album version (which Jefito had as a download) was not the version played on FLY 92 (Albany's CHR station) when I was 14 year old just making the transition from Top 40 to album rock. It was this version here:
And while doing some research, I discovered that in some parts of the country, it was this version that got played:
I never saw MTV until 1987, but I do remember seeing the top version of the video on the afternoon video show on channel 6. The bottom one (with the different vocal mix and faster tempo) I guess was the one used to promote that weird MTV inspired film Streets of Fire (which did have Diane Lane, and that's always a plus). Oddly enough, the version on the soundtrack is the "hit" one in my mind. Damn, all these different versions are giving me a headache, I must cease and desist writing about it.
I will add that in the summer of 1984, I thought this song was this shit. It's still pretty damn good today.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Ooops?!!?
I recently noticed that I never posted up the playlist for the Trouser Press night Ira and I did back in February. Click here to check it out, and get ready for Trouser Press 101 on September 30th at Magnetic Field.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Co-Songs of the Week 8/17/06
Elton John - "Philadelphia Freedom"
Bruce Springsteen - "New York City Serenade"
"Philadelphia Freedom" may be the only Elton John song left on this planet that I actually like. And during the past two weeks HBO has been running their documentary about Billie Jean King (it's top notch, and worth watching), which of course has segment about World Team Tennis and Elton John and Bernie Taupin writing this song for King's team. After hearing it a few times--and with a trip to Philly for a Mets game coming down the pike--I knew I had to download it and use it for one of the mixes I was making for our excursion.
I've been on a Springsteen kick as the well the past week, and have been especially fixated on tracks (studio and various live versions) from The Wild, The Innocent & the E Street Shuffle. "New York City Serenade" is a gorgeous nine minutes and 55 seconds of song, closing out an entire side of epics. (Side 2 of the 1973 album also features the seven-minute plus cuts "Incident on 57th Street" and "Rosalita.") I was looking to put together a mix disc of New Jersey artists for someone I know moving to the Garden State, and closing it off with this dream-like tale of kids and homeless folk and the "fish lady" in New York wrapped it all up on a great note. And it contains one of my favorite lyrics from the Boss:
"It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall or baby don't walk at all."
Indeed.
Bruce Springsteen - "New York City Serenade"
"Philadelphia Freedom" may be the only Elton John song left on this planet that I actually like. And during the past two weeks HBO has been running their documentary about Billie Jean King (it's top notch, and worth watching), which of course has segment about World Team Tennis and Elton John and Bernie Taupin writing this song for King's team. After hearing it a few times--and with a trip to Philly for a Mets game coming down the pike--I knew I had to download it and use it for one of the mixes I was making for our excursion.
I've been on a Springsteen kick as the well the past week, and have been especially fixated on tracks (studio and various live versions) from The Wild, The Innocent & the E Street Shuffle. "New York City Serenade" is a gorgeous nine minutes and 55 seconds of song, closing out an entire side of epics. (Side 2 of the 1973 album also features the seven-minute plus cuts "Incident on 57th Street" and "Rosalita.") I was looking to put together a mix disc of New Jersey artists for someone I know moving to the Garden State, and closing it off with this dream-like tale of kids and homeless folk and the "fish lady" in New York wrapped it all up on a great note. And it contains one of my favorite lyrics from the Boss:
"It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time to get cute
It's a mad dog's promenade
So walk tall or baby don't walk at all."
Indeed.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Song of the Week 8/11/06
The Monkees - "Mary Mary"
I was born after the Monkees TV show went off the air--and I never saw MTV until 1987, long after the video channel had propelled the band's music back into the mainstream. To me, they were a band from the '60s--not a prefab band, just a band that made some good pop hits. This week Rhino is reissuing the band's first two albums--The Monkees and More of the Monkees--in deluxe two disc editions with each album in stereo and mono, along with tons of bonus tracks
These reissues are awesome.
I have listened to "Mary Mary" from More of the Monkees over and over again since I got the reissues on Thursday. I could swear I heard a cover of this song recently, perhaps the past two months, but I just cannot place it. So the original will just have to do.
I was born after the Monkees TV show went off the air--and I never saw MTV until 1987, long after the video channel had propelled the band's music back into the mainstream. To me, they were a band from the '60s--not a prefab band, just a band that made some good pop hits. This week Rhino is reissuing the band's first two albums--The Monkees and More of the Monkees--in deluxe two disc editions with each album in stereo and mono, along with tons of bonus tracks
These reissues are awesome.
I have listened to "Mary Mary" from More of the Monkees over and over again since I got the reissues on Thursday. I could swear I heard a cover of this song recently, perhaps the past two months, but I just cannot place it. So the original will just have to do.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Song of the Week 8/4/06
Soul Asylum - "Lately"
Thursday night I saw Soul Asylum again. Unlike the last gig a few weeks ago, this was a full on headline set at Irving Plaza. And I'll be damned if they weren't just as good as their show last fall at the Bowery Ballroom. I knew that one of their songs would end up as Song of the Week because I listened to every Soul Asylum track I had in the iPod twice during my commutes this week. And when they broke into the third song of their set, "Lately," I knew that I had found my pick.
"Lately" is perhaps the most topical song Dave Pirner has ever written. Inspired by a story in a local paper about a woman waiting for her husband to come home from Iraq--and to see his child for the first time--Pirner paints a picture that too many families have been going through the past three years. The song especially resonated with me this week, as one of my friends found out that her brother was finally coming home from Iraq just in time to be there for his daughters birthdays. These lines seem especially worth highlighting:
"You gotta bring your soldier home
All those stones have all been thrown
You gotta give a kid a chance to get a look at his kid
And hope that he can live with whatever he did."
The band's performance of "Lately" Thursday night was, simply put, fucking rocking. Dan Murphy made his guitar howl at the end of the song, setting the tone for a night where he was on fire during every song. I went looking on You Tube to see if someone had perhaps posted some footage from the show, but what I found was infinitely more interesting:
I love how today's technology allows anyone to create a video to their own liking and then post it for the whole world to check out.
Thursday night I saw Soul Asylum again. Unlike the last gig a few weeks ago, this was a full on headline set at Irving Plaza. And I'll be damned if they weren't just as good as their show last fall at the Bowery Ballroom. I knew that one of their songs would end up as Song of the Week because I listened to every Soul Asylum track I had in the iPod twice during my commutes this week. And when they broke into the third song of their set, "Lately," I knew that I had found my pick.
"Lately" is perhaps the most topical song Dave Pirner has ever written. Inspired by a story in a local paper about a woman waiting for her husband to come home from Iraq--and to see his child for the first time--Pirner paints a picture that too many families have been going through the past three years. The song especially resonated with me this week, as one of my friends found out that her brother was finally coming home from Iraq just in time to be there for his daughters birthdays. These lines seem especially worth highlighting:
"You gotta bring your soldier home
All those stones have all been thrown
You gotta give a kid a chance to get a look at his kid
And hope that he can live with whatever he did."
The band's performance of "Lately" Thursday night was, simply put, fucking rocking. Dan Murphy made his guitar howl at the end of the song, setting the tone for a night where he was on fire during every song. I went looking on You Tube to see if someone had perhaps posted some footage from the show, but what I found was infinitely more interesting:
I love how today's technology allows anyone to create a video to their own liking and then post it for the whole world to check out.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Song of the Week 7/28/06
Electric Six - "I Buy the Drugs"
Let me make a bold statement:
Electric Six are the best band of the 21st century.
(I told you it was bold.)
Let me rephrase that--Electric Six are the best band that has released albums only in this century. 2003's Fire is a certifiable classic and the follow-up Senor Smoke is almost as good. The band's third album, Switzerland, is due out September 12th. And the four tracks that have streamed on their My Space page have me thinking that we've got a potential album of the year candidate coming in just a few weeks.
"I Buy the Drugs" is the first single. I have been listening to it constantly since I (cough, cough) recorded it off My Space. This week the video made You Tube. So sit back and relax, the Electric Six are going to take you to school:
Singer Dick Valentine may be one of the Top 10 frontman ever in rock. Ever.
(Oh, and the address Valentine sings in the bridge--that's a real address. Google it and you'll find out.)
Let me make a bold statement:
Electric Six are the best band of the 21st century.
(I told you it was bold.)
Let me rephrase that--Electric Six are the best band that has released albums only in this century. 2003's Fire is a certifiable classic and the follow-up Senor Smoke is almost as good. The band's third album, Switzerland, is due out September 12th. And the four tracks that have streamed on their My Space page have me thinking that we've got a potential album of the year candidate coming in just a few weeks.
"I Buy the Drugs" is the first single. I have been listening to it constantly since I (cough, cough) recorded it off My Space. This week the video made You Tube. So sit back and relax, the Electric Six are going to take you to school:
Singer Dick Valentine may be one of the Top 10 frontman ever in rock. Ever.
(Oh, and the address Valentine sings in the bridge--that's a real address. Google it and you'll find out.)
Steve's Indie Scrapbook 7/28/06
Thanks to all who came down for the second edition of the Scrapbook. Next time, I will reunite with all my old mates in TV Eye. Here's the playlist so you can check out what you might have missed.
The Replacments - "Bastards of Young"
Husker Du - "Don't Want to Know If You Are Lonely"
Soul Asylum - "Cartoon"
R.E.M. - "Can't Get There From Here"
Social Distortion - "Bad Luck"
Dinosaur Jr. - "The Wagon"
King Missile - "Detachable Penis"
Lemonheads - "Into Your Arms"
Camper Van Beethoven - "Pictures of Matchstick Men"
Guided By Voices - "Teenage FBI"
The Stone Roses - "She Bangs the Drums"
The Clash - "Police on My Back"
Dramarama - "Last Cigarette"
Dead Milkmen - "Bitchin' Camero"
The Smithereens - "Only a Memory"
The Rave-Ups - "Positively Lost Me"
Jesus & Mary Chain - "Just Like Honey"
The Jam - "Beat Surrender"
Franz Ferdinand - "Tell Her Tonight"
Interpol - "PDA"
The Psychedelic Furs - "Dumb Waiters"
Happy Mondays - "Step On"
Big Audio Dynamite - "Just Play Music"
Julian Cope - "Charlotte Anne"
The Fall - "Hit the North"
Guadalcanal Diary - "Always Saturday"
Joe Jackson - "You Can't Get What You Want"
Elvis Costello - "Kinder Murder"
Supergrass - "Alright"
Blur - "Chemical World"
Buffalo Tom - "Summer"
Too Much Joy - "Crush Story"
Scruffy the Cat - "My Baby She's Alright"
The Shins - "So Says I"
Elliott Smith - "L.A."
Nada Surf - "Blankest Year"
Husker Du - "Crystal"
Ramones - "Somebody Put Something in My Drink"
The Raconteurs - "Steady As She Goes"
Oasis - "Slide Away"
The Cult - "Rain"
Love and Rockets - "No New Tale to Tell"
The Cure - "Fascination Street"
Echo & the Bunnymen - "Seven Seas"
Midnight Oil - "Best of Both Worlds"
Electric Six - "Radio Ga Ga"
The Figgs - "Bad Luck Sammie"
Snow Patrol - "Eyes Open"
Wilco - "Monday"
Fountains of Wayne - "Red Dragon Tattoo"
The Go-Go's - "Turn to You"
Weezer - "The Good Life"
They Might Be Giants - "Ana NG"
Icicle Works - "Whisper To A Scream (Birds Fly)"
The Hives - "Main Offender"
Superchunk - "Slack Motherfucker"
The White Stripes - "I Think I Smell a Rat"
Reigning Sound - "Time Bomb High Shcool"
Black Flag - "Six Pack"
The Gravel Pit - "The Ballad of The Gravel Pit"
The Afghan Whigs - "Gentlemen"
The Gentlemen - "Sour Mash"
The Minutemen - "Political Song For Michael Jackson to Sing"
Mudhoney - "Touch Me I'm Sick"
New Pornographers - "Letter From an Occupant"
Romeo Void - "A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing)"
Juliana Hatfield - "Everybody Loves Me You But You"
Sugarcubes - "Deus"
Bob Mould - "See a Little Light"
The Pogues - "The Ghost of a Smile"
The Pixies - "Gigantic"
Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians - "Balloon Man"
Jeff Who - "Barfly"
Hoodoo Gurus - "What's My Scene"
Mojo Nixon - "Elvis Is Everywhere"
Cake - "I Will Survive"
The Pursuit of Happiness - "I'm An Adult Now"
Talking Heads - "Take Me to the River"
Folk Implosion - "Natural One"
Uncle Tupelo - "Gun"
XTC - "The Mayor of Simpleton"
Matthew Sweet - "Sick of Myself"
World Party - "Way Down Now"
The Strokes - "Reptilia"
Spoon -"Advance Cassette"
Joe Strummer - "Coma Girl"
The Long Winters - "Pushover"
Phantom Planet - "California"
The Posies - "Dream All Day"
Adrian Belew - "Men in Helicopters"
The Bears - "Fear Is Never Boring"
The English Beat - "Save It For Later"
The Specials - "Rudi, A Message to You"
Blondie - "The Tide Is High"
Madness - "It Must Be Love"
The B-52's - "Private Idaho"
Geggy Tah - "Whoever You Are"
The Flaming Lips - "Do You Realize"
The Jam - "Going Underground"
The Replacments - "Bastards of Young"
Husker Du - "Don't Want to Know If You Are Lonely"
Soul Asylum - "Cartoon"
R.E.M. - "Can't Get There From Here"
Social Distortion - "Bad Luck"
Dinosaur Jr. - "The Wagon"
King Missile - "Detachable Penis"
Lemonheads - "Into Your Arms"
Camper Van Beethoven - "Pictures of Matchstick Men"
Guided By Voices - "Teenage FBI"
The Stone Roses - "She Bangs the Drums"
The Clash - "Police on My Back"
Dramarama - "Last Cigarette"
Dead Milkmen - "Bitchin' Camero"
The Smithereens - "Only a Memory"
The Rave-Ups - "Positively Lost Me"
Jesus & Mary Chain - "Just Like Honey"
The Jam - "Beat Surrender"
Franz Ferdinand - "Tell Her Tonight"
Interpol - "PDA"
The Psychedelic Furs - "Dumb Waiters"
Happy Mondays - "Step On"
Big Audio Dynamite - "Just Play Music"
Julian Cope - "Charlotte Anne"
The Fall - "Hit the North"
Guadalcanal Diary - "Always Saturday"
Joe Jackson - "You Can't Get What You Want"
Elvis Costello - "Kinder Murder"
Supergrass - "Alright"
Blur - "Chemical World"
Buffalo Tom - "Summer"
Too Much Joy - "Crush Story"
Scruffy the Cat - "My Baby She's Alright"
The Shins - "So Says I"
Elliott Smith - "L.A."
Nada Surf - "Blankest Year"
Husker Du - "Crystal"
Ramones - "Somebody Put Something in My Drink"
The Raconteurs - "Steady As She Goes"
Oasis - "Slide Away"
The Cult - "Rain"
Love and Rockets - "No New Tale to Tell"
The Cure - "Fascination Street"
Echo & the Bunnymen - "Seven Seas"
Midnight Oil - "Best of Both Worlds"
Electric Six - "Radio Ga Ga"
The Figgs - "Bad Luck Sammie"
Snow Patrol - "Eyes Open"
Wilco - "Monday"
Fountains of Wayne - "Red Dragon Tattoo"
The Go-Go's - "Turn to You"
Weezer - "The Good Life"
They Might Be Giants - "Ana NG"
Icicle Works - "Whisper To A Scream (Birds Fly)"
The Hives - "Main Offender"
Superchunk - "Slack Motherfucker"
The White Stripes - "I Think I Smell a Rat"
Reigning Sound - "Time Bomb High Shcool"
Black Flag - "Six Pack"
The Gravel Pit - "The Ballad of The Gravel Pit"
The Afghan Whigs - "Gentlemen"
The Gentlemen - "Sour Mash"
The Minutemen - "Political Song For Michael Jackson to Sing"
Mudhoney - "Touch Me I'm Sick"
New Pornographers - "Letter From an Occupant"
Romeo Void - "A Girl In Trouble (Is a Temporary Thing)"
Juliana Hatfield - "Everybody Loves Me You But You"
Sugarcubes - "Deus"
Bob Mould - "See a Little Light"
The Pogues - "The Ghost of a Smile"
The Pixies - "Gigantic"
Robyn Hitchcock & The Egyptians - "Balloon Man"
Jeff Who - "Barfly"
Hoodoo Gurus - "What's My Scene"
Mojo Nixon - "Elvis Is Everywhere"
Cake - "I Will Survive"
The Pursuit of Happiness - "I'm An Adult Now"
Talking Heads - "Take Me to the River"
Folk Implosion - "Natural One"
Uncle Tupelo - "Gun"
XTC - "The Mayor of Simpleton"
Matthew Sweet - "Sick of Myself"
World Party - "Way Down Now"
The Strokes - "Reptilia"
Spoon -"Advance Cassette"
Joe Strummer - "Coma Girl"
The Long Winters - "Pushover"
Phantom Planet - "California"
The Posies - "Dream All Day"
Adrian Belew - "Men in Helicopters"
The Bears - "Fear Is Never Boring"
The English Beat - "Save It For Later"
The Specials - "Rudi, A Message to You"
Blondie - "The Tide Is High"
Madness - "It Must Be Love"
The B-52's - "Private Idaho"
Geggy Tah - "Whoever You Are"
The Flaming Lips - "Do You Realize"
The Jam - "Going Underground"
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Song of the Week 7/21/06
Nada Surf - "Inside of Love"
So please forgive me for one more week of this musical self-pity party. Next week we'll get back to something lighter, like this or this. Anyways, it's not like I'm worried about turning off or depressing my readership, as 96% of the time I am my own readership. (How egotistical of me, eh?)
Throughout my adult life (for our purposes, let's say since the time I went off to college at age 17) I've always identified with those depressing, "My girl doesn't like me anymore/my girl left me/my love for that girl will always remain unrequited"-type songs. These songs run the gamut from hard rock (The Gentlemen's "When We Broke in Two") to wuss rock (any Coldplay song I ever liked) to somewhere in between (much of the Old 97's catalog). During the past two decades I've never had a song a) strike me as so perfect for my life years after I initially heard it and b) have the lyric pretty much describe the entire story of my romantic life exactly right in just a few verses. This week I discovered just such a song, recorded by three talented guys that live in my borough.
While doing laundry on Monday night I was listening to Nada Surf's great 2005 The Weight is a Gift album (it's well worth buying, trust me). I took a little walk up the hill past Green-Wood Cemetery rocking out to "Do It Again" and "Always Love" and then headed back down when the album hit "Blankest Year." Weight was done long before I got back to the laundromat, so I decided to stay in the Nada section of the iPod and started Let Go. As I got about 10 feet away, "Inside of Love" came on and the first two lines stopped me dead in my tracks. And right there, in front of the Clean Rite on McDonald Ave in Kensington, Brooklyn, the lyrics to "Inside of Love" acted like krazy glue on the bottom of my Chuck Taylors. I couldn't move, I could only listen and be stunned that I had never gotten, never grasped, never sensed, never knew that these five year old lyrics from singer-guitarist Matthew Caws encapsulated my life in the 21st century.
At that moment I couldn't think, felt like I couldn't breath and--perhaps most importantly--couldn't even remember which washer had my clothes. I had to sit down, it was just too much for what was left of my brain and tangled emotions. After a few moments, I gathered myself, put the clothes in the dryer and waited anxiously so I could get home and check the CD booklet just so I could confirm I wasn't insane. (Or better yet, more insane than I already am.)
So now dear reader, I present to you the lyrics that, well, I think were written about me, with my in depth analysis about them:
"Watching terrible T.V.
It kills all thought
Getting spacier than
An astronaut"
In the past three months I've had people (well, these people were mostly bartenders, but not all of them) ask me where I've been hiding on weekends. I've used a combination of spring allergies and being poor as my excuses (and yes, I have been battling both), but that's not the whole truth. Sometimes I would come home from work on a Friday, turn on the T.V., not even eat dinner and curl up on my futon and try to find the stupidest program or movie on to numb my brain so I wouldn't think about how bad I had messed things up, how I would never get certain chances back and how I was going to be eating meals alone until I was 80 (if I was fortunate to live that long). And when Caws sings "It kills all thought," he ain't kidding. I mean, I watched Hitch, Herbie: Fully Loaded and The Pacifier multiple times on these weekends at home. Only Mets games kept a sliver of thought going.
"Making out with people
I hardly know or like
I can't believe what I do
Late at night"
Um, yeah, got this one covered. By my rough estimate, since this century began I have made out with at least 15 (could be more) women after midnight at various bars in Brooklyn and Manhattan, and 75% of them are people I didn't really like, or didn't recall their name, or didn't even care if I ever got their name to try to remember. And yes, there have been too many things that I can't believe I did late at night (sometimes even early in the morning too). I believed that this was just a good way of making up for the lost time I had in college and working upstate. Now, I'm not so sure--I think I just wanted to be a whore for the hell of it. (And the great stories to tell the kids later on in life.)
Then the chorus rolls around:
"I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above"
Yup. Always on the outside, looking at other folks relationships. Now this part isn't always bad. I have been lucky enough to be there when some great people I know have met and ended up falling deeply in love, and I like seeing people I like be happy. I guess that's the whole beauty line right there.
Onto the second verse:
"Only when we get to see
The aerial view
Will the patterns show
We'll know what to do"
Well, I'm doubtful I'd know what to do. I have done some amazing self-sabotage of potential relationships with that 800 pound monkey on my back. (His name is Mr. Commitment-Phobe, and he likes washing cats for some reason.) Someday I will write a book compiling my greatest hits in this regard, and then I will hit myself over the head repeatedly with this book until I beat some sense into my skull.
"I know the last page so well
I can't read the first
So I just don't start
It's getting worse."
Exactly. I know how this is going to end, how it's ALWAYS going to end, so its just easier making out with or sleeping with the girl whose name I have to get the next day from a bartending friend of mine.
(Not that that has ever happened.)
(Okay, not that it's happened more than once.)
After one more go around on the first chorus, we head to this chorus:
"I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I can't find my way in
I try again and again"
Indeed, I haven't found my way, but that's not for actually trying once in a great while.
"I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above
I can't find my way in
I try again and again"
Yeah, you're right again Mr. Caws. And then a killer change comes in this chorus:
"I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above
Must be a different view
To be a me with a you"
Ah yes, that's what it boils down to--the ability to change. To take those parts of yourself that are emotionally unattractive (or make you look emotionally unstable) to others and either hide them (not the best course of action) or change them because you think that will help deepen a bond with someone. Of course that's a crock--change is only good if you're doing it for yourself, not because it might get you some nookie down the road. And as for someone who can be quite resistant to change, this is most likely my inherent fatal flaw.
"I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above."
Why is the beauty always above? Does he like 6' 4" women or something?
And then, the kicker:
"I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
Of course I'll be alright
I just had a bad night.
I had a bad night."
I have said "I had a bad night" to myself the next day and to others multiple times after various hook-ups. And a bad night doesn't always mean those things "I can't believe what I do late at night"--it also means those times spent babbling about how this girl or that girl of my dreams just doesn't feel the same way. Oh yeah, everybody loves hearing those stories. They can't get enough of them!
So there you go--Steve Reynolds, ages 31 to 36, summed up in song in just four minutes and 58 seconds. Amazing. When I first listened to this album Monday night in front of the Clean-Rite, the play count in my Ipod was 2. After the past 6 days it's up to 26. This may be the first time a Song of the Week has actually helped my mental state and set me on a better path of life.
(Or perhaps send me down a path of stalking the singer of Nada Surf, who knows?)
I swear, next week I will be writing about something like Eddie Murphy's "Party All the Time." Or perhaps Paper Lace. It's summer, and these Songs of the Week should be a little more fun.
Damn you brain and feelings!
So please forgive me for one more week of this musical self-pity party. Next week we'll get back to something lighter, like this or this. Anyways, it's not like I'm worried about turning off or depressing my readership, as 96% of the time I am my own readership. (How egotistical of me, eh?)
Throughout my adult life (for our purposes, let's say since the time I went off to college at age 17) I've always identified with those depressing, "My girl doesn't like me anymore/my girl left me/my love for that girl will always remain unrequited"-type songs. These songs run the gamut from hard rock (The Gentlemen's "When We Broke in Two") to wuss rock (any Coldplay song I ever liked) to somewhere in between (much of the Old 97's catalog). During the past two decades I've never had a song a) strike me as so perfect for my life years after I initially heard it and b) have the lyric pretty much describe the entire story of my romantic life exactly right in just a few verses. This week I discovered just such a song, recorded by three talented guys that live in my borough.
While doing laundry on Monday night I was listening to Nada Surf's great 2005 The Weight is a Gift album (it's well worth buying, trust me). I took a little walk up the hill past Green-Wood Cemetery rocking out to "Do It Again" and "Always Love" and then headed back down when the album hit "Blankest Year." Weight was done long before I got back to the laundromat, so I decided to stay in the Nada section of the iPod and started Let Go. As I got about 10 feet away, "Inside of Love" came on and the first two lines stopped me dead in my tracks. And right there, in front of the Clean Rite on McDonald Ave in Kensington, Brooklyn, the lyrics to "Inside of Love" acted like krazy glue on the bottom of my Chuck Taylors. I couldn't move, I could only listen and be stunned that I had never gotten, never grasped, never sensed, never knew that these five year old lyrics from singer-guitarist Matthew Caws encapsulated my life in the 21st century.
At that moment I couldn't think, felt like I couldn't breath and--perhaps most importantly--couldn't even remember which washer had my clothes. I had to sit down, it was just too much for what was left of my brain and tangled emotions. After a few moments, I gathered myself, put the clothes in the dryer and waited anxiously so I could get home and check the CD booklet just so I could confirm I wasn't insane. (Or better yet, more insane than I already am.)
So now dear reader, I present to you the lyrics that, well, I think were written about me, with my in depth analysis about them:
"Watching terrible T.V.
It kills all thought
Getting spacier than
An astronaut"
In the past three months I've had people (well, these people were mostly bartenders, but not all of them) ask me where I've been hiding on weekends. I've used a combination of spring allergies and being poor as my excuses (and yes, I have been battling both), but that's not the whole truth. Sometimes I would come home from work on a Friday, turn on the T.V., not even eat dinner and curl up on my futon and try to find the stupidest program or movie on to numb my brain so I wouldn't think about how bad I had messed things up, how I would never get certain chances back and how I was going to be eating meals alone until I was 80 (if I was fortunate to live that long). And when Caws sings "It kills all thought," he ain't kidding. I mean, I watched Hitch, Herbie: Fully Loaded and The Pacifier multiple times on these weekends at home. Only Mets games kept a sliver of thought going.
"Making out with people
I hardly know or like
I can't believe what I do
Late at night"
Um, yeah, got this one covered. By my rough estimate, since this century began I have made out with at least 15 (could be more) women after midnight at various bars in Brooklyn and Manhattan, and 75% of them are people I didn't really like, or didn't recall their name, or didn't even care if I ever got their name to try to remember. And yes, there have been too many things that I can't believe I did late at night (sometimes even early in the morning too). I believed that this was just a good way of making up for the lost time I had in college and working upstate. Now, I'm not so sure--I think I just wanted to be a whore for the hell of it. (And the great stories to tell the kids later on in life.)
Then the chorus rolls around:
"I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above"
Yup. Always on the outside, looking at other folks relationships. Now this part isn't always bad. I have been lucky enough to be there when some great people I know have met and ended up falling deeply in love, and I like seeing people I like be happy. I guess that's the whole beauty line right there.
Onto the second verse:
"Only when we get to see
The aerial view
Will the patterns show
We'll know what to do"
Well, I'm doubtful I'd know what to do. I have done some amazing self-sabotage of potential relationships with that 800 pound monkey on my back. (His name is Mr. Commitment-Phobe, and he likes washing cats for some reason.) Someday I will write a book compiling my greatest hits in this regard, and then I will hit myself over the head repeatedly with this book until I beat some sense into my skull.
"I know the last page so well
I can't read the first
So I just don't start
It's getting worse."
Exactly. I know how this is going to end, how it's ALWAYS going to end, so its just easier making out with or sleeping with the girl whose name I have to get the next day from a bartending friend of mine.
(Not that that has ever happened.)
(Okay, not that it's happened more than once.)
After one more go around on the first chorus, we head to this chorus:
"I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I can't find my way in
I try again and again"
Indeed, I haven't found my way, but that's not for actually trying once in a great while.
"I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above
I can't find my way in
I try again and again"
Yeah, you're right again Mr. Caws. And then a killer change comes in this chorus:
"I'm on the outside of love
Always under or above
Must be a different view
To be a me with a you"
Ah yes, that's what it boils down to--the ability to change. To take those parts of yourself that are emotionally unattractive (or make you look emotionally unstable) to others and either hide them (not the best course of action) or change them because you think that will help deepen a bond with someone. Of course that's a crock--change is only good if you're doing it for yourself, not because it might get you some nookie down the road. And as for someone who can be quite resistant to change, this is most likely my inherent fatal flaw.
"I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
I'm standing at the gates
I see the beauty above."
Why is the beauty always above? Does he like 6' 4" women or something?
And then, the kicker:
"I wanna know what it's like
On the inside of love
Of course I'll be alright
I just had a bad night.
I had a bad night."
I have said "I had a bad night" to myself the next day and to others multiple times after various hook-ups. And a bad night doesn't always mean those things "I can't believe what I do late at night"--it also means those times spent babbling about how this girl or that girl of my dreams just doesn't feel the same way. Oh yeah, everybody loves hearing those stories. They can't get enough of them!
So there you go--Steve Reynolds, ages 31 to 36, summed up in song in just four minutes and 58 seconds. Amazing. When I first listened to this album Monday night in front of the Clean-Rite, the play count in my Ipod was 2. After the past 6 days it's up to 26. This may be the first time a Song of the Week has actually helped my mental state and set me on a better path of life.
(Or perhaps send me down a path of stalking the singer of Nada Surf, who knows?)
I swear, next week I will be writing about something like Eddie Murphy's "Party All the Time." Or perhaps Paper Lace. It's summer, and these Songs of the Week should be a little more fun.
Damn you brain and feelings!
Monday, July 17, 2006
Song of the Week 7/14/06
Oasis - "Slide Away"
One of the latest trends in the rock club scene here in hot ol' NYC has been bands covering other folks' albums. It's been the rage at Arlene's Grocery in the East Village for a couple of years now. Friday night the folks at Magnetic Field decided to give it a try for the special occasion of William's birthday. He's one of the owners, he's a man who loves his Pavement and loves dousing himself in beer while on stage for Live Band Karaoke. Yet he surprised me by asking local faves Tide to tackle Oasis's Definitely Maybe. It didn't seem like an album he would like--unlike myself.
Long-time RT20 readers will know of my love for the battling Gallagher brothers, so I need not rehash what I wrote in the 2004 list. I still love this album and was anticipating this gig for a couple of weeks by giving it a few spins in the Ipod. I also listened to Tide's music on their MySpace page during the week and thought that these guys could do a good job because they share some of that same Brit-pop sensibility. And when they kicked into "Rock n' Roll Star" I was not disappointed. It wasn't an Oasis tribute per se--it was a good band (with tons more stage presence than Oasis has ever had) playing a good set of songs. And to get that for free on a Friday night is no small matter nowadays.
"Slide Away" has always been the hidden gem on this album. I liked it when I first became a fan of the band, but my understanding of it has deepened over the years as I've attempted (and always failed) at one relationship after another. And after another successful failure recently (this time by my own withdrawal just before giving it one last shot because it likely would have hurt us both for a long time...sigh), I couldn't wait to sing along with these lines:
"Slide away - and give it all you've got
My today - fell in from the top
I dream of you - and all the things you say
I wonder where you are now?
Hold me down - all the world's asleep
I need you now - you've knocked me off my feet
I dream of you - we talk of growing old
But you said please don't !
Slide in baby - together we'll fly
I've tried praying - and I know just what you're saying to me
Now that you're mine
I'll find a way
Of chasing the sun
Let me be the one that shines with you
In the morning when you don't know what to do
Two of a kind
We'll find a way
To do what we've done
Let me be the one that shines with you
And we can slide away."
Oh yes, I was singing along loudly. Then something rather funny happened. Tide's guitarist Michael Boyd looked up from his ax, stared directly at me, and started nodding and mouthing the words as if he knew exactly why I was screaming along. I discovered afterwards that thankfully he didn't, because then I would have had an X-Files pyschic-type moment, and I certainly didn't want that. Afterwards Boyd and I chatted about the song, and we basically determined that it was fucking awesome. And when I left Magentic Field that night, I listened to it twice more, leaving people on the street wondering just exactly what words I was mouthing along to.
One of the latest trends in the rock club scene here in hot ol' NYC has been bands covering other folks' albums. It's been the rage at Arlene's Grocery in the East Village for a couple of years now. Friday night the folks at Magnetic Field decided to give it a try for the special occasion of William's birthday. He's one of the owners, he's a man who loves his Pavement and loves dousing himself in beer while on stage for Live Band Karaoke. Yet he surprised me by asking local faves Tide to tackle Oasis's Definitely Maybe. It didn't seem like an album he would like--unlike myself.
Long-time RT20 readers will know of my love for the battling Gallagher brothers, so I need not rehash what I wrote in the 2004 list. I still love this album and was anticipating this gig for a couple of weeks by giving it a few spins in the Ipod. I also listened to Tide's music on their MySpace page during the week and thought that these guys could do a good job because they share some of that same Brit-pop sensibility. And when they kicked into "Rock n' Roll Star" I was not disappointed. It wasn't an Oasis tribute per se--it was a good band (with tons more stage presence than Oasis has ever had) playing a good set of songs. And to get that for free on a Friday night is no small matter nowadays.
"Slide Away" has always been the hidden gem on this album. I liked it when I first became a fan of the band, but my understanding of it has deepened over the years as I've attempted (and always failed) at one relationship after another. And after another successful failure recently (this time by my own withdrawal just before giving it one last shot because it likely would have hurt us both for a long time...sigh), I couldn't wait to sing along with these lines:
"Slide away - and give it all you've got
My today - fell in from the top
I dream of you - and all the things you say
I wonder where you are now?
Hold me down - all the world's asleep
I need you now - you've knocked me off my feet
I dream of you - we talk of growing old
But you said please don't !
Slide in baby - together we'll fly
I've tried praying - and I know just what you're saying to me
Now that you're mine
I'll find a way
Of chasing the sun
Let me be the one that shines with you
In the morning when you don't know what to do
Two of a kind
We'll find a way
To do what we've done
Let me be the one that shines with you
And we can slide away."
Oh yes, I was singing along loudly. Then something rather funny happened. Tide's guitarist Michael Boyd looked up from his ax, stared directly at me, and started nodding and mouthing the words as if he knew exactly why I was screaming along. I discovered afterwards that thankfully he didn't, because then I would have had an X-Files pyschic-type moment, and I certainly didn't want that. Afterwards Boyd and I chatted about the song, and we basically determined that it was fucking awesome. And when I left Magentic Field that night, I listened to it twice more, leaving people on the street wondering just exactly what words I was mouthing along to.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Song of the Week 7/7/06
Fastball - "The Way"
I made my first trip out to Shea Stadium last week and in celebration I put together a playlist of baseball and Mets-related songs (three versions of "Meet the Mets!") to entertain me as I hopped on the 7 train. Obviously I had to include Fastball just for their name. Even though I'm a bigger fan of "Better Than It Was" from All the Pain Money Can Buy, I decided to go with the hit single (get it, single?) "The Way." Eight years and a zillion overplays later, this track still sounds amazing to me. Each note, each instrument, each sample and each harmony is perfectly arranged. If anyone wants to teach a course on what made a great pop-rock song in the late 20th century, they need to look no further.
I ended up listening to my Shea-inspired playlist a few times over the rest of the week--and I think the volume my earbuds reached when "The Way" played took care of what was left of my eardrums. Oh well.
I made my first trip out to Shea Stadium last week and in celebration I put together a playlist of baseball and Mets-related songs (three versions of "Meet the Mets!") to entertain me as I hopped on the 7 train. Obviously I had to include Fastball just for their name. Even though I'm a bigger fan of "Better Than It Was" from All the Pain Money Can Buy, I decided to go with the hit single (get it, single?) "The Way." Eight years and a zillion overplays later, this track still sounds amazing to me. Each note, each instrument, each sample and each harmony is perfectly arranged. If anyone wants to teach a course on what made a great pop-rock song in the late 20th century, they need to look no further.
I ended up listening to my Shea-inspired playlist a few times over the rest of the week--and I think the volume my earbuds reached when "The Way" played took care of what was left of my eardrums. Oh well.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Song of the Week 6/30/06
Soul Asylum - "Stand Up and Be Strong"
Multiple times in the history of the Reynolds Top 20 (and this blog) I’ve written about my love for Soul Asylum. Monday the band added yet another chapter to the glorious history I’ve experienced with their music over the past 17 years.
The band was booked to play at a event at the Hard Rock Cafe for Free FM, the talk radio successor to the former Howard Stern station K-Rock. Everything about this event made me have flashback to my own radio days--and why I quit. Some of the highlights included: interns who didn't know what they were doing; a contest where male listeners had to sing Aerosmith songs with a dildo in their mouth; and a homemade bikini contest.
(Shudder.)
The topper of all of this was when the host of the shindig, "The Radio Chick," came out and basically asked her fans to not boo Soul Asylum when they went on. Yeah, that's how great this crowd was--and it didn't faze the band one bit. When Dave Pirner sang the line "All is well here in hell" (from The Silver Lining's "All Is Well") and then proceeded to point at the crowd in a very subtle way, I knew that they didn't give a fuck. They just wanted to play for themselves. Pirner and Dan Murphy rocked with wild abandon, while drummer Michael Bland hit the drums as if they had personally offended him. To perform a show this great with a crowd that could care less (and thinned as their hour-long set went on) was just a testament to the greatness of this band.
Then something funny happened when they broke into "Stand Up and Be Strong," the first single from The Silver Lining. I swear, people started listening. Something about this anthem (perhaps the first positive song Pirner has ever written) hooked a few folks standing around me. Their heads started bobbing, and I'm pretty sure I saw someone else pump their fist. And it's hard not to be hooked by this song. The studio version is one of the band's best songs post-Grave Dancer's Union, but live it takes on this huge life of its own. Just before the last chorus, the band stops so it's just Pirner and his guitar. He then sings "Stand up and be...stand up and beeeee," and then the rest of the band kicks back in, and it's perhaps one of the most life-affirming, fist-pumping, fuck you everyone that has screwed me over the years moments in music.
Ever.
Seriously--it's that great of a moment. The band is going to be on Leno July 10th doing this song, and I suggest you watch it and prepare for the chills to run down your spine when they get to that part.
Multiple times in the history of the Reynolds Top 20 (and this blog) I’ve written about my love for Soul Asylum. Monday the band added yet another chapter to the glorious history I’ve experienced with their music over the past 17 years.
The band was booked to play at a event at the Hard Rock Cafe for Free FM, the talk radio successor to the former Howard Stern station K-Rock. Everything about this event made me have flashback to my own radio days--and why I quit. Some of the highlights included: interns who didn't know what they were doing; a contest where male listeners had to sing Aerosmith songs with a dildo in their mouth; and a homemade bikini contest.
(Shudder.)
The topper of all of this was when the host of the shindig, "The Radio Chick," came out and basically asked her fans to not boo Soul Asylum when they went on. Yeah, that's how great this crowd was--and it didn't faze the band one bit. When Dave Pirner sang the line "All is well here in hell" (from The Silver Lining's "All Is Well") and then proceeded to point at the crowd in a very subtle way, I knew that they didn't give a fuck. They just wanted to play for themselves. Pirner and Dan Murphy rocked with wild abandon, while drummer Michael Bland hit the drums as if they had personally offended him. To perform a show this great with a crowd that could care less (and thinned as their hour-long set went on) was just a testament to the greatness of this band.
Then something funny happened when they broke into "Stand Up and Be Strong," the first single from The Silver Lining. I swear, people started listening. Something about this anthem (perhaps the first positive song Pirner has ever written) hooked a few folks standing around me. Their heads started bobbing, and I'm pretty sure I saw someone else pump their fist. And it's hard not to be hooked by this song. The studio version is one of the band's best songs post-Grave Dancer's Union, but live it takes on this huge life of its own. Just before the last chorus, the band stops so it's just Pirner and his guitar. He then sings "Stand up and be...stand up and beeeee," and then the rest of the band kicks back in, and it's perhaps one of the most life-affirming, fist-pumping, fuck you everyone that has screwed me over the years moments in music.
Ever.
Seriously--it's that great of a moment. The band is going to be on Leno July 10th doing this song, and I suggest you watch it and prepare for the chills to run down your spine when they get to that part.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Song of the Week 6/23/06
Mark Knopfler & Emmylou Harris - "This Is Us"
I was fortunate enough to luck into a pair of most excellent seats (special thanks to Aerosmith for making Sal go to Boston) for Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris at Radio City Music Hall Thursday night. Their duets album All the Roadrunning hadn't really caught my ear yet, but I figured Knopfler usually doesn't disappoint and Emmylou is, well, Emmylou, so how could I turn down an opportunity to see this show?
The stage was set for a good night when the lovely A.B. and I met my friend Hank and his pal George for drinks across the street from Radio City. We had a blast drinking Indian River Light; playing with the little buzzer they give you while waiting for a table; and trying not to laugh at the tall dude with the porno moustache--and shirt. (WOW.)
As we entered the venue, A.B. told me she had never been in Radio City, which I'm sure I could have eventually figured out as she looked around in wonder at what is easily New York's most beautiful music venue. It's funny how jaded -- or perhaps better put -- how accustomed I've become to what the inside of all the venues look like. Watching her was like discovering the theater again for the first time.
The show started out a little rough (especially vocal mix-wise) but settled down after a few tunes. When Knopfler pulled out the Dire Straits classic "Romeo and Juliet," it was, in a word, breathtaking. I think I even saw A.B. get a bit misty during that one. Heck, I thought I was going to get a bit misty. And then when Knopfler and Harris started singing "This is Us" -- the first single from All the Roadrunning -- something clicked. I thought, "Holy crap, this song is great, this show is great, this is one of the best nights I've had all year, I need to listen to this album more and this song every day." As if to emphasize that point, after that song was over A.B. leaned into me and said, "I really like that song."
Yup, me too.
(P.S. -- Click the link on "This Is Us" at the top of the page for a European tour bootleg version of the song. Or click here for the entire set)
I was fortunate enough to luck into a pair of most excellent seats (special thanks to Aerosmith for making Sal go to Boston) for Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris at Radio City Music Hall Thursday night. Their duets album All the Roadrunning hadn't really caught my ear yet, but I figured Knopfler usually doesn't disappoint and Emmylou is, well, Emmylou, so how could I turn down an opportunity to see this show?
The stage was set for a good night when the lovely A.B. and I met my friend Hank and his pal George for drinks across the street from Radio City. We had a blast drinking Indian River Light; playing with the little buzzer they give you while waiting for a table; and trying not to laugh at the tall dude with the porno moustache--and shirt. (WOW.)
As we entered the venue, A.B. told me she had never been in Radio City, which I'm sure I could have eventually figured out as she looked around in wonder at what is easily New York's most beautiful music venue. It's funny how jaded -- or perhaps better put -- how accustomed I've become to what the inside of all the venues look like. Watching her was like discovering the theater again for the first time.
The show started out a little rough (especially vocal mix-wise) but settled down after a few tunes. When Knopfler pulled out the Dire Straits classic "Romeo and Juliet," it was, in a word, breathtaking. I think I even saw A.B. get a bit misty during that one. Heck, I thought I was going to get a bit misty. And then when Knopfler and Harris started singing "This is Us" -- the first single from All the Roadrunning -- something clicked. I thought, "Holy crap, this song is great, this show is great, this is one of the best nights I've had all year, I need to listen to this album more and this song every day." As if to emphasize that point, after that song was over A.B. leaned into me and said, "I really like that song."
Yup, me too.
(P.S. -- Click the link on "This Is Us" at the top of the page for a European tour bootleg version of the song. Or click here for the entire set)
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Song of the Week 6/16/06
The Isley Brothers - "Summer Breeze"
Summer is really here. Temps in the 90s; thoughts of putting the A/C unit in my bedroom window; listening to tons of Beach Boys on my day off on Friday; sweating in a theater and drinking more beer because of it. So much beer was drank (nothing like a 40 of Tecate to make local theater better) that I started singing "Summer Breeze" outside the theater when I felt a little cooling wind. Then I come into work today and while cruising through some music blogs I found this cover.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
BEST.
COVER.
EVER.
Download it now while you can (follow the link above). You won't be disappointed.
Summer is really here. Temps in the 90s; thoughts of putting the A/C unit in my bedroom window; listening to tons of Beach Boys on my day off on Friday; sweating in a theater and drinking more beer because of it. So much beer was drank (nothing like a 40 of Tecate to make local theater better) that I started singing "Summer Breeze" outside the theater when I felt a little cooling wind. Then I come into work today and while cruising through some music blogs I found this cover.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
BEST.
COVER.
EVER.
Download it now while you can (follow the link above). You won't be disappointed.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Song of the Week 6/9/06
Bruce Hornsby and The Grateful Dead - "The Valley Road (Live)"
I spent much of the week listening through the upcoming Hornsby box set Intersections 1985-2005 in hopes that I'd be getting him for an interview for work. Alas, that looks like it won't happen. The four disc/one DVD set is heavy on previously unreleased live tracks, including this one representation of Hornsby's time as a member of the Grateful Dead. I was a fan of Hornsby's until the mid 90s when he started moving away from the tighter songs structures of his first three albums. That's why I'm so surprised at how much I love this Deadafied rearrangement. Hornsby, Jerry Garcia and other keyboardist Vince Welnick (RIP) nail some great three part harmonies; Garcia rips off a classic solo; and the whole band just basically kicks the shit out of this song. They sound like they're having a ton of fun backing Hornsby here, and it makes me regret not going to see the band during his brief tenure in the beyboard seat.
(For those who might care, Intersections is in stores July 25th.)
I spent much of the week listening through the upcoming Hornsby box set Intersections 1985-2005 in hopes that I'd be getting him for an interview for work. Alas, that looks like it won't happen. The four disc/one DVD set is heavy on previously unreleased live tracks, including this one representation of Hornsby's time as a member of the Grateful Dead. I was a fan of Hornsby's until the mid 90s when he started moving away from the tighter songs structures of his first three albums. That's why I'm so surprised at how much I love this Deadafied rearrangement. Hornsby, Jerry Garcia and other keyboardist Vince Welnick (RIP) nail some great three part harmonies; Garcia rips off a classic solo; and the whole band just basically kicks the shit out of this song. They sound like they're having a ton of fun backing Hornsby here, and it makes me regret not going to see the band during his brief tenure in the beyboard seat.
(For those who might care, Intersections is in stores July 25th.)
Monday, June 05, 2006
Song of the Week 6/2/06
Egghead. - "Donna's Always Mad at Me"
I saved Egghead. and tons of Neil Young for the end of "Listen to Everything in My Itunes" project. (I finished this morning, finally.) Egghead. was a band comprised of three of my best friends in the world -- singer-guitarist Mike Galvin (a.k.a. Johnny Reno), singer-bassist John Bowie and drummer Mike Faloon. Part of my reason for moving to New York was so I could see them play more often. They played smart punk/power-pop songs, were lots and lots of fun to see and pretty much were always in my musical thoughts. Heck, I wrote liner notes for their posthumous compilation Dumb Songs For Smart People -- and even produced a limited edition box set of their six year career with a really big booklet that took a lot of time to figure out how to copy correctly.
"Donna's Always Made at Me" was instantly one of my favorite songs when I first heard it. (I think in 1994 at an Ithaca gig? Or was in it 1995 at Spiral? Someone help me out in the comments.) And hearing it in its studio and live versions over the past week was like welcoming an old friend back home, one that was a bit less jaded and had a lot less damage done to his liver and couldn't stop smiling and laughing at every Egghead. show.
I paid a lot to see the Pixies reunite--I'd pay a lot more for one more Egghead. show.
I saved Egghead. and tons of Neil Young for the end of "Listen to Everything in My Itunes" project. (I finished this morning, finally.) Egghead. was a band comprised of three of my best friends in the world -- singer-guitarist Mike Galvin (a.k.a. Johnny Reno), singer-bassist John Bowie and drummer Mike Faloon. Part of my reason for moving to New York was so I could see them play more often. They played smart punk/power-pop songs, were lots and lots of fun to see and pretty much were always in my musical thoughts. Heck, I wrote liner notes for their posthumous compilation Dumb Songs For Smart People -- and even produced a limited edition box set of their six year career with a really big booklet that took a lot of time to figure out how to copy correctly.
"Donna's Always Made at Me" was instantly one of my favorite songs when I first heard it. (I think in 1994 at an Ithaca gig? Or was in it 1995 at Spiral? Someone help me out in the comments.) And hearing it in its studio and live versions over the past week was like welcoming an old friend back home, one that was a bit less jaded and had a lot less damage done to his liver and couldn't stop smiling and laughing at every Egghead. show.
I paid a lot to see the Pixies reunite--I'd pay a lot more for one more Egghead. show.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Song of the Week 5/26/06
Frank Zappa - "I'm the Slime (Live)"
My neverending project to listen to every song on my IPod is down to the last 300 or so tunes. This past week I have been ripping through the last of the "F" section, which is all Frank Zappa. When I came upon Zappa in New York, I wondered to myself why I had put this live album on here. Then "I'm the Slime" blasted into my ears on the train ride home, and I knew why. This version features Zappa doing the song normally, and then just before the bridge he yells, "Take it away Don Pardo!" Then Saturday Night Live announcer Pardo recites some of the song's best lines, in his over-the-top manner that can best be described as side splitting:
"You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't go for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold."
Then throughout the rest of the song when Zappa sings "I am the slime," Pardo yells, "No I'M THE SLIME! I'M THE SLIME!" It's priceless. Perhaps the funniest moment in my IPod.
My neverending project to listen to every song on my IPod is down to the last 300 or so tunes. This past week I have been ripping through the last of the "F" section, which is all Frank Zappa. When I came upon Zappa in New York, I wondered to myself why I had put this live album on here. Then "I'm the Slime" blasted into my ears on the train ride home, and I knew why. This version features Zappa doing the song normally, and then just before the bridge he yells, "Take it away Don Pardo!" Then Saturday Night Live announcer Pardo recites some of the song's best lines, in his over-the-top manner that can best be described as side splitting:
"You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don't need you
Don't go for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold."
Then throughout the rest of the song when Zappa sings "I am the slime," Pardo yells, "No I'M THE SLIME! I'M THE SLIME!" It's priceless. Perhaps the funniest moment in my IPod.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Song of the Week 5/19/06
Harry Nilsson - "You're Breakin' My Heart"
I first heard this song on Howard Stern ages ago. Well, that's not correct--I only heard the biting chorus on Stern, and nothing else from the song until this week when Legacy sent out copies of the remastered Son of Schmilsson. It's hard not to love a song that's so incredibly catchy, but could never get airplay due to one of George Carlin's dirty words:
"You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
So fuck you."
Just brilliant.
I first heard this song on Howard Stern ages ago. Well, that's not correct--I only heard the biting chorus on Stern, and nothing else from the song until this week when Legacy sent out copies of the remastered Son of Schmilsson. It's hard not to love a song that's so incredibly catchy, but could never get airplay due to one of George Carlin's dirty words:
"You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
So fuck you."
Just brilliant.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Song of the Week 5/12/06
Guns N' Roses - "Welcome to the Jungle"
Friday afternoon I continued my draining effort to listen to everything in my ITunes by visiting the "G" section, and cranking up Appetite for Destruction. It seemed appropriate with the Axl Rose-led lineup in town for four shows. And then Friday night I was at one of my favorite Brooklyn places, Sample, and I was telling the bartender Adam how I had to work the next to write up a story about GNR's first show. And he was like, "GNR is in town? Who's in the band? And when can I get your Ipod so I can play Appetite?" After some whiskey, I gave in, and soon "Welcome" was blasting into my ears ago.
I suppose with a full moon and hearing "Jungle" twice, I should have known things would get weird Friday night. Let's just say that at one point I thought, "I need to run out of this bar..." and leave it at that.
Friday afternoon I continued my draining effort to listen to everything in my ITunes by visiting the "G" section, and cranking up Appetite for Destruction. It seemed appropriate with the Axl Rose-led lineup in town for four shows. And then Friday night I was at one of my favorite Brooklyn places, Sample, and I was telling the bartender Adam how I had to work the next to write up a story about GNR's first show. And he was like, "GNR is in town? Who's in the band? And when can I get your Ipod so I can play Appetite?" After some whiskey, I gave in, and soon "Welcome" was blasting into my ears ago.
I suppose with a full moon and hearing "Jungle" twice, I should have known things would get weird Friday night. Let's just say that at one point I thought, "I need to run out of this bar..." and leave it at that.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Steve's Indie Scrapbook 5/6/06
Thanks to all that attended my first scrapbook at Magnetic Field. I have never gotten so many compliments in an hour of spinning as I did during the first hour Saturday night. Here's the playlist for those who can't remember the night.
Replacements - “Alex Chilton”
Dinosaur Jr. - “Start Choppin’”
Dead Milkmen - “Punk Rock Girl”
Spoon - “Sister Jack”
R.E.M. - “Begin the Begin”
Social Distortion - “Ball and Chain”
L7 - “Pretend We’re Dead”
Sugar - “Helpless”
Husker Du - “Could You Be the One”
Weezer - “Why Bother”
Julian Cope - “World Shut Your Mouth”
Guided By Voices - “Bulldog Skin”
Soul Asylum - “Sometime to Return”
The Cult - “Love Removal Machine”
Pixies - “Head On”
The Minus 5 - “Dear My Inspiration”
Lemonheads - “It’s a Shame About Ray”
Hoodoo Gurus - “Like Wow-Wipeout”
Public Image Limited - “Public Image”
The Smithereens - "A Girl Like You”
Buffalo Tom - “Soda Jerk”
Matthew Sweet - “Girlfriend”
The Pogues - “Sunnyside of the Street”
The Godfathers - “Birth, School, Work, death”
Scruffy the Cat - “Bus Named Desire”
The Zambonis - “Hockey Monkey”
Urge Overkill - “Sister Havana”
The White Stripes - “Pretty Good Looking (For a Girl)”
Big Audio Dynamite - “E=MC2”
Dead Kennedys - “California Uber Alles”
The Clash - “Know Your Rights”
Elvis Costello & the Attractions - “I Can’t Stand Up For Falling Down”
Old 97’s - “Time Bomb”
Wilco - “Nothingeveregonnastandinmyway(again)”
????? - “?????????” (Can’t read my own handwriting, dammit)
The Figgs - “Wasted Pretty”
Eels - “I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man (Live)”
The Gentlemen - “Top Heavy”
Electric Six - “Gay Bar”
The Bears - “Fear Is Never Boring”
Brendan Benson - “Spit It Out”
The Waterboys - “The Whole of the Moon”
Guided By Voices - “Chasing Heather Crazy”
Oasis - “Rock n’ Roll Star”
The Replacements - “I’ll Be You”
Cracker - “Teen Angst (What the World Needs Now)”
Ramones - “I Believe in Miracles”
Blur - “Parklife”
Elliott Smith - “Baby Britain”
Tahiti 80 - “Heartbeat”
Gnarls Barkley - “Crazy”
Talking Heads - “Nothing But Flowers”
Minutemen - “This Ain’t No Picnic”
Pavement - “Cut Your Hair”
Jenny Lewis - “Handle With Care”
Death Cab For Cutie - “Crooked Teeth”
The Decemberists - “July, July”
Ben Folds Five - “Alice Childress”
World Party - “She’s the One”
Fountains of Wayne - “Radiation Vibe”
Old 97s - “Rollerskate Skinny”
Radiohead - “The Bends”
The Shins - “Caring is Creepy”
Liz Phair - “Never Said”
Spoon - “Everything Hits at Once
The La’s - “There She Goes”
Morrissey - “Suedehead”
New Order - “Regret”
Peter Murphy - “Cuts You Up”
Charlatans UK - “The Only One I know”
Crowded House - “Something So Strong”
The Flaming Lips - “Race For the Prize”
Cake - “Satan Is My Motor”
Billy Bragg & Wilco - “California Stars”
Young Fresh Fellows - “No One Really Knows”
XTC - “Mayor of Simpleton”
The Figgs - “Said Enough”
Nada Surf - “Always Love”
Talking Heads - “Love > Building on Fire”
B-52’s - “Summer of Love”
db’s - “Love Is for Lovers”
Bright Eyes - “Lover I Don’t need to Love”
Madness - “It Must Be Love”
Calexico/Iron & Wine - “History of Lovers”
Josh Rouse - “Love Vibration”
Wilco - “I’m Always in Love”
Jeff Buckley - “Lover You Should Have Come Over”
Replacements - “Alex Chilton”
Dinosaur Jr. - “Start Choppin’”
Dead Milkmen - “Punk Rock Girl”
Spoon - “Sister Jack”
R.E.M. - “Begin the Begin”
Social Distortion - “Ball and Chain”
L7 - “Pretend We’re Dead”
Sugar - “Helpless”
Husker Du - “Could You Be the One”
Weezer - “Why Bother”
Julian Cope - “World Shut Your Mouth”
Guided By Voices - “Bulldog Skin”
Soul Asylum - “Sometime to Return”
The Cult - “Love Removal Machine”
Pixies - “Head On”
The Minus 5 - “Dear My Inspiration”
Lemonheads - “It’s a Shame About Ray”
Hoodoo Gurus - “Like Wow-Wipeout”
Public Image Limited - “Public Image”
The Smithereens - "A Girl Like You”
Buffalo Tom - “Soda Jerk”
Matthew Sweet - “Girlfriend”
The Pogues - “Sunnyside of the Street”
The Godfathers - “Birth, School, Work, death”
Scruffy the Cat - “Bus Named Desire”
The Zambonis - “Hockey Monkey”
Urge Overkill - “Sister Havana”
The White Stripes - “Pretty Good Looking (For a Girl)”
Big Audio Dynamite - “E=MC2”
Dead Kennedys - “California Uber Alles”
The Clash - “Know Your Rights”
Elvis Costello & the Attractions - “I Can’t Stand Up For Falling Down”
Old 97’s - “Time Bomb”
Wilco - “Nothingeveregonnastandinmyway(again)”
????? - “?????????” (Can’t read my own handwriting, dammit)
The Figgs - “Wasted Pretty”
Eels - “I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man (Live)”
The Gentlemen - “Top Heavy”
Electric Six - “Gay Bar”
The Bears - “Fear Is Never Boring”
Brendan Benson - “Spit It Out”
The Waterboys - “The Whole of the Moon”
Guided By Voices - “Chasing Heather Crazy”
Oasis - “Rock n’ Roll Star”
The Replacements - “I’ll Be You”
Cracker - “Teen Angst (What the World Needs Now)”
Ramones - “I Believe in Miracles”
Blur - “Parklife”
Elliott Smith - “Baby Britain”
Tahiti 80 - “Heartbeat”
Gnarls Barkley - “Crazy”
Talking Heads - “Nothing But Flowers”
Minutemen - “This Ain’t No Picnic”
Pavement - “Cut Your Hair”
Jenny Lewis - “Handle With Care”
Death Cab For Cutie - “Crooked Teeth”
The Decemberists - “July, July”
Ben Folds Five - “Alice Childress”
World Party - “She’s the One”
Fountains of Wayne - “Radiation Vibe”
Old 97s - “Rollerskate Skinny”
Radiohead - “The Bends”
The Shins - “Caring is Creepy”
Liz Phair - “Never Said”
Spoon - “Everything Hits at Once
The La’s - “There She Goes”
Morrissey - “Suedehead”
New Order - “Regret”
Peter Murphy - “Cuts You Up”
Charlatans UK - “The Only One I know”
Crowded House - “Something So Strong”
The Flaming Lips - “Race For the Prize”
Cake - “Satan Is My Motor”
Billy Bragg & Wilco - “California Stars”
Young Fresh Fellows - “No One Really Knows”
XTC - “Mayor of Simpleton”
The Figgs - “Said Enough”
Nada Surf - “Always Love”
Talking Heads - “Love > Building on Fire”
B-52’s - “Summer of Love”
db’s - “Love Is for Lovers”
Bright Eyes - “Lover I Don’t need to Love”
Madness - “It Must Be Love”
Calexico/Iron & Wine - “History of Lovers”
Josh Rouse - “Love Vibration”
Wilco - “I’m Always in Love”
Jeff Buckley - “Lover You Should Have Come Over”
Monday, May 08, 2006
Song of the Week 5/5/06
Pearl Jam - "World Wide Suicide"
I am finally warming up to the new self-titled Pearl Jam album. This song, I loved instantly. It's the best single the band has released since "Given to Fly," and it flat out rocks. And the fact that a song takes a jab at our current political leaders has gotten this much airplay is somewhat comforting.
But seriously, what's the deal with the avacado?
I am finally warming up to the new self-titled Pearl Jam album. This song, I loved instantly. It's the best single the band has released since "Given to Fly," and it flat out rocks. And the fact that a song takes a jab at our current political leaders has gotten this much airplay is somewhat comforting.
But seriously, what's the deal with the avacado?
Friday, April 28, 2006
Song of the Week 4/28/06
Rihanna - "SOS"
Dear lord, will there be anything catchier than this song this year? Whoever decided to use Soft Cell's "Tainted Love" as the sample for the song is a pure production genius. I listen to it once, I want to listen to it again. As a co-worker said, "It sounds like a mash-up of two really good songs."
Of note--this is the youngest artist (18 as of February) to garner Song of the Week honors. I will now go bang my head against the wall next to my desk.
Dear lord, will there be anything catchier than this song this year? Whoever decided to use Soft Cell's "Tainted Love" as the sample for the song is a pure production genius. I listen to it once, I want to listen to it again. As a co-worker said, "It sounds like a mash-up of two really good songs."
Of note--this is the youngest artist (18 as of February) to garner Song of the Week honors. I will now go bang my head against the wall next to my desk.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Song of the Week 4/21/06
George Harrison - "Cheer Down"
I have sold a lot of CDs over the years to a) pay for beer; b) pay for moving to New York; c) to pay for vodka; d) to clear space out of my tiny apartment and e) to pay off my credit card debt. The biggest regret I have in selling discs over the past 13 years is selling George Harrison's Best of Dark Horse 1976-1989. At the time I sold it to my co-worker Sal I had no idea it was out of print, and worth much more than the 7 bucks I sold it for. I kicked myself a few times (especially when Harrison passed away in 2001), but when we reported that his back catalog was being remastered I was happy. I became very upset when that remastering did not include the three new songs that were on Best of Dark Horse. "Poor Little Girl" and "Cockamamie Business" are good songs, considering they were recorded specifically for the compilation. And "Cheer Down," well, that's one of my favorite Harrison solo songs ever. It came out a few months before the compilation on the soundtrack to Lethal Weapon 2. That summer was my first away from home, as I worked at the college station in Ithaca. I listened to a lot of music that summer when I was not on the air, and I couldn't get enough of "Cheer Down."
Finally this week I asked Sal if he could bring Best of Dark Horse back in so I could burn it into my Itunes. He just so happened to have it in his desk, so I snatched it and walked briskly to my computer. A few minutes later I was never so happy to hear the slide guitar of George Harrison. Pardon the cliche, but cheering down never cheered me up so much.
I have sold a lot of CDs over the years to a) pay for beer; b) pay for moving to New York; c) to pay for vodka; d) to clear space out of my tiny apartment and e) to pay off my credit card debt. The biggest regret I have in selling discs over the past 13 years is selling George Harrison's Best of Dark Horse 1976-1989. At the time I sold it to my co-worker Sal I had no idea it was out of print, and worth much more than the 7 bucks I sold it for. I kicked myself a few times (especially when Harrison passed away in 2001), but when we reported that his back catalog was being remastered I was happy. I became very upset when that remastering did not include the three new songs that were on Best of Dark Horse. "Poor Little Girl" and "Cockamamie Business" are good songs, considering they were recorded specifically for the compilation. And "Cheer Down," well, that's one of my favorite Harrison solo songs ever. It came out a few months before the compilation on the soundtrack to Lethal Weapon 2. That summer was my first away from home, as I worked at the college station in Ithaca. I listened to a lot of music that summer when I was not on the air, and I couldn't get enough of "Cheer Down."
Finally this week I asked Sal if he could bring Best of Dark Horse back in so I could burn it into my Itunes. He just so happened to have it in his desk, so I snatched it and walked briskly to my computer. A few minutes later I was never so happy to hear the slide guitar of George Harrison. Pardon the cliche, but cheering down never cheered me up so much.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Exposed! The Grandmother of Sammy Hagar and Rhea Perlman
She's not really, she's just an 87 year old granny who happened to be a convicted murderer who eluded police for THREE DECADES.
Brings a new meaning to "It's About Time." Turn your clocks back!
Monday, April 17, 2006
Song of the Week 4/14/06
Dio - "Rainbow in the Dark"
I wrote two stories last week that were about Ronnie James Dio. That's about two more stories than I write in a whole year about Ronnie James Dio. The metal midget (seriously, he's about 5' 2") had his wife put out a statement that he wasn't reuniting with Black Sabbath this year, and in fact, he was going to be out promoting his new Holy Diver Live album. Yes, it's that classic 1983 album, done live. Whew, talk about the well running dry.
In any case, I listened to the three Dio songs I have on my Ipod on the way back to Brooklyn Friday night and eventually found myself in Great Lakes. This was the first indie rock bar in Park Slope, so you expect to hear Death Cab for Cutie, Pixies, punk, etc. So I was a bit stunned when "Rainbow in the Dark" came blasting out of the jukebox. And what was even funnier is that some guy all the way at the front of the bar started singing along as loud as I did (well, as loud as I wanted to--that dude was loud). Raising up the devil horns (pictured above) never felt so good.
I wrote two stories last week that were about Ronnie James Dio. That's about two more stories than I write in a whole year about Ronnie James Dio. The metal midget (seriously, he's about 5' 2") had his wife put out a statement that he wasn't reuniting with Black Sabbath this year, and in fact, he was going to be out promoting his new Holy Diver Live album. Yes, it's that classic 1983 album, done live. Whew, talk about the well running dry.
In any case, I listened to the three Dio songs I have on my Ipod on the way back to Brooklyn Friday night and eventually found myself in Great Lakes. This was the first indie rock bar in Park Slope, so you expect to hear Death Cab for Cutie, Pixies, punk, etc. So I was a bit stunned when "Rainbow in the Dark" came blasting out of the jukebox. And what was even funnier is that some guy all the way at the front of the bar started singing along as loud as I did (well, as loud as I wanted to--that dude was loud). Raising up the devil horns (pictured above) never felt so good.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Song of the Week 4/7/06
Josh Rouse - "Winter in the Hamptons"
Moria the concert pal and I went to see Josh Rouse last night at Town Hall in Manhattan. It was a good show, yet kind of odd because Rouse made a big deal about having a string quartet tour with him, but he only used them on six or seven songs during a 95-minute set. It seemed as though he could have gotten more of his money's worth.
In any case, when he led the crowd into a sing-along of "Winter in the Hamptons," I started focusing on the lyrics, and a couple of lines really struck me as perfect for the way I feel right now:
"Here we go, singing our songs with our soul
The winter has gone, where do we belong
We have stayed too long"
It's been a long winter, indeed. (I"m not talking weather-wise.) And singing along with Rouse and the crowd at Town Hall felt good. Singing along with a song that has somehow mapped a direct link to your soul (or whatever it is inside us) makes some of the stress that life brings melt away.
Or maybe it was the six pints of Rolling Rock, whatever.
Moria the concert pal and I went to see Josh Rouse last night at Town Hall in Manhattan. It was a good show, yet kind of odd because Rouse made a big deal about having a string quartet tour with him, but he only used them on six or seven songs during a 95-minute set. It seemed as though he could have gotten more of his money's worth.
In any case, when he led the crowd into a sing-along of "Winter in the Hamptons," I started focusing on the lyrics, and a couple of lines really struck me as perfect for the way I feel right now:
"Here we go, singing our songs with our soul
The winter has gone, where do we belong
We have stayed too long"
It's been a long winter, indeed. (I"m not talking weather-wise.) And singing along with Rouse and the crowd at Town Hall felt good. Singing along with a song that has somehow mapped a direct link to your soul (or whatever it is inside us) makes some of the stress that life brings melt away.
Or maybe it was the six pints of Rolling Rock, whatever.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Co-Song of the Week 3/31
Young Fresh Fellows - "Hillbilly Drummer Girl"
Tina Turner - "Better Be Good to Me"
I've rarely had two such diverse songs dominate one week like this. The Tina story is easy--somehow my-coworker Doug brought up "Better Be Good to Me" in one of our stupid conversations that dominate our days. Of course, I immediately downloaded the track and cranked it up. And when Doug did his own Tina impression, I knew we had a winner. We listened to the song every day at work--and fruitlessly looked for the video where Tina just rips it up on stage somewhere. Damn, she was hot for a 60 (maybe older?) year old woman in 1984.
"Hillbilly Drummer Girl" is a bit of a longer tale. This week I saw two shows from The Minus 5, the group led by Young Fresh Fellows frontman Scott McCaughey. Scott started this band 13 years ago as a vehicle for his non-Fellows material and stocked it with a rotating cast of musicians. Within the past five years, he's solidified the lineup to an amazing four piece--Peter Buck on bass, John Ramberg on guitar and vocals and Bill Rieflin on drums. I've seen this lineup perform four times, and those shows are easily the best out of the nine Minus 5 gigs I've made it to.
Their two shows this week were two of the best concerts I imagine I'll attend this year. The second show at the Mercury Lounge was slightly better for one reason. (Well, two reasons if you count the smoking guest appearance by Lenny Kaye on guitar.) Scott walked up to the mic at one point and said, "This next song is a cover. It's by one of the best bands you'll ever see, and this song is probably one of the best you'll hear this year." Then McCaughey kicked off that killer riff that starts off "Hillbilly Drummer Girl." I started jumping up and down, screaming "yeah, YEAH!" All of the people around me at the front of the stage gave me some extra space for the rest of the show after that little display. And then two people came up and asked me, "Who does that song originally?" "Ugh," I thought, "How could these people not one of the best Fellows songs ever?" After the show was over I went up to Scott, gave him a hug and thanked him for breaking out that song, telling him he had no idea what it meant to me.
Now the Minus 5 have covered a Fellows song before--"I'm Not Bitter" from Down With Wilco was first on a rare Fellows LP--but I never expected this song to ever make a Minus 5 set. Hey, the Fellows have played New York three times in the past 12 years, so I'll take what I can get. And for it to be this song, well, it's almost too much.
I discovered the Fellows in college, really dug playing them throughout my time on 92 WICB and even played songs from them on my "alternative" show in Syracuse from 1992 to 1995. After moving to New York, I sort of forgot about them until I discovered my co-worker Jodie was a huge fan. One week we preceded to go on a Fellows spree, buying all the albums we didn't own, playing them at work, annoying our co-workers all the way. All these years later, whenever I hear "Hillbilly Drummer Girl," I think of her and the crazy, mixed-up and (once in a while) most perfect times in my life. (It also doesn't hurt that The Figgs recorded a cover of "Hillbilly Drummer Girl," making it even more appealing to my ears.)
The past few months I've been going through another emotional rollercoaster that makes me think back to those times almost a decade ago. So having the Minus 5 play this silly song about a female drummer going to Memphis on Tuesday night somehow how brought it all together. I'm not sure if it was relief, sadness over what could have been, sadness that what I hope for in the present day I know will never happen or just the extreme lack of sleep I've had all this year due to stress on all sorts of fronts, but during those three plus minutes Scott was singing and the band was rocking, it all melted away. I felt like that college kid again; I felt like that guy who had been in New York for a year and unexpectedly stumbled upon love; I felt like that guy from last summer who was cheerful to be around and truly enjoyed life for the first time in years. I felt good. I don't think I could adequately explain to Scott (who I feel lucky enough to be friendly with) how much his music has meant to me over the past decade, or how much that performance of "Hillbilly Drummer Girl" meant to the healthiness of my soul. But who knows, maybe that brief sweaty post-show hug said it all.
Tina Turner - "Better Be Good to Me"
I've rarely had two such diverse songs dominate one week like this. The Tina story is easy--somehow my-coworker Doug brought up "Better Be Good to Me" in one of our stupid conversations that dominate our days. Of course, I immediately downloaded the track and cranked it up. And when Doug did his own Tina impression, I knew we had a winner. We listened to the song every day at work--and fruitlessly looked for the video where Tina just rips it up on stage somewhere. Damn, she was hot for a 60 (maybe older?) year old woman in 1984.
"Hillbilly Drummer Girl" is a bit of a longer tale. This week I saw two shows from The Minus 5, the group led by Young Fresh Fellows frontman Scott McCaughey. Scott started this band 13 years ago as a vehicle for his non-Fellows material and stocked it with a rotating cast of musicians. Within the past five years, he's solidified the lineup to an amazing four piece--Peter Buck on bass, John Ramberg on guitar and vocals and Bill Rieflin on drums. I've seen this lineup perform four times, and those shows are easily the best out of the nine Minus 5 gigs I've made it to.
Their two shows this week were two of the best concerts I imagine I'll attend this year. The second show at the Mercury Lounge was slightly better for one reason. (Well, two reasons if you count the smoking guest appearance by Lenny Kaye on guitar.) Scott walked up to the mic at one point and said, "This next song is a cover. It's by one of the best bands you'll ever see, and this song is probably one of the best you'll hear this year." Then McCaughey kicked off that killer riff that starts off "Hillbilly Drummer Girl." I started jumping up and down, screaming "yeah, YEAH!" All of the people around me at the front of the stage gave me some extra space for the rest of the show after that little display. And then two people came up and asked me, "Who does that song originally?" "Ugh," I thought, "How could these people not one of the best Fellows songs ever?" After the show was over I went up to Scott, gave him a hug and thanked him for breaking out that song, telling him he had no idea what it meant to me.
Now the Minus 5 have covered a Fellows song before--"I'm Not Bitter" from Down With Wilco was first on a rare Fellows LP--but I never expected this song to ever make a Minus 5 set. Hey, the Fellows have played New York three times in the past 12 years, so I'll take what I can get. And for it to be this song, well, it's almost too much.
I discovered the Fellows in college, really dug playing them throughout my time on 92 WICB and even played songs from them on my "alternative" show in Syracuse from 1992 to 1995. After moving to New York, I sort of forgot about them until I discovered my co-worker Jodie was a huge fan. One week we preceded to go on a Fellows spree, buying all the albums we didn't own, playing them at work, annoying our co-workers all the way. All these years later, whenever I hear "Hillbilly Drummer Girl," I think of her and the crazy, mixed-up and (once in a while) most perfect times in my life. (It also doesn't hurt that The Figgs recorded a cover of "Hillbilly Drummer Girl," making it even more appealing to my ears.)
The past few months I've been going through another emotional rollercoaster that makes me think back to those times almost a decade ago. So having the Minus 5 play this silly song about a female drummer going to Memphis on Tuesday night somehow how brought it all together. I'm not sure if it was relief, sadness over what could have been, sadness that what I hope for in the present day I know will never happen or just the extreme lack of sleep I've had all this year due to stress on all sorts of fronts, but during those three plus minutes Scott was singing and the band was rocking, it all melted away. I felt like that college kid again; I felt like that guy who had been in New York for a year and unexpectedly stumbled upon love; I felt like that guy from last summer who was cheerful to be around and truly enjoyed life for the first time in years. I felt good. I don't think I could adequately explain to Scott (who I feel lucky enough to be friendly with) how much his music has meant to me over the past decade, or how much that performance of "Hillbilly Drummer Girl" meant to the healthiness of my soul. But who knows, maybe that brief sweaty post-show hug said it all.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Song of the Week 3/24/06
Humble Pie - "30 Days in the Hole"
This track from Peter Frampton's first band has always been one of those classic rock staples that slips through the cracks for me. Like Thunderclap Newman's "Something in the Air" or Steve Forbert's "Romeo's Tune," "30 Days in the Hole" was one of those one-hit-classic-rock-wonders I discovered in 1984 when I first started listening to PYX 106 in Albany--and for all three tunes, it took me years to discover who sang them. (Ah, those sexy pre-Internet days.) I finally discovered it was Humble Pie when I started co-hosting WICB's Classic Rock Sunday. For some reason we had this track on CD, and I swear I must have played it once a month the year plus I hosted the show. But since then, I can't recall thinking about the song more than once in the past 15 years.
So this week I'm killing some time by exploring the ITunes store, and I stumble upon Kiefer Sutherland's celebrity playlist. Being the huge 24 fan that I am, I clicked on the link, and there it was, track 3, "30 days in the Hole." Sutherland describes the Humble Pie album Smokin' as "A bad-ass rock record from start to finish." I'm inclined to agree with him. I ended up downloading the song and listening to it three times in a row. The goofy acapella beginning where the Humble guys work on their harmonies made me feel like I was back at home circa 1985, having my cassette recorder on pause all the time, waiting for some great song to come on so I could capture it on tape.
Bless this Itunes thing and its ability to fulfill my crazy musical needs.
This track from Peter Frampton's first band has always been one of those classic rock staples that slips through the cracks for me. Like Thunderclap Newman's "Something in the Air" or Steve Forbert's "Romeo's Tune," "30 Days in the Hole" was one of those one-hit-classic-rock-wonders I discovered in 1984 when I first started listening to PYX 106 in Albany--and for all three tunes, it took me years to discover who sang them. (Ah, those sexy pre-Internet days.) I finally discovered it was Humble Pie when I started co-hosting WICB's Classic Rock Sunday. For some reason we had this track on CD, and I swear I must have played it once a month the year plus I hosted the show. But since then, I can't recall thinking about the song more than once in the past 15 years.
So this week I'm killing some time by exploring the ITunes store, and I stumble upon Kiefer Sutherland's celebrity playlist. Being the huge 24 fan that I am, I clicked on the link, and there it was, track 3, "30 days in the Hole." Sutherland describes the Humble Pie album Smokin' as "A bad-ass rock record from start to finish." I'm inclined to agree with him. I ended up downloading the song and listening to it three times in a row. The goofy acapella beginning where the Humble guys work on their harmonies made me feel like I was back at home circa 1985, having my cassette recorder on pause all the time, waiting for some great song to come on so I could capture it on tape.
Bless this Itunes thing and its ability to fulfill my crazy musical needs.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Song of the Week 3/17/06
Sugar - "Hoover Dam"
So during my vacation out West I went to the Hoover Dam for the first time. The morning before we drove there, I listened to this track from the most excellent Copper Blue. My entire visit I was humming the song. And as I posed for a picture with one foot in Nevada and one in Arizona, the opening lines never seemed so appropriate:
"Standing on the edge
Of the hoover dam
I'm on the centerline
Right between two states of mind"
Considering my messed up mental state of late, this Bob Mould metaphor worked quite well. Thankfully, the vacation did me a world of good, which will hopefully lead to goofier Songs of the Week for a bit.
So during my vacation out West I went to the Hoover Dam for the first time. The morning before we drove there, I listened to this track from the most excellent Copper Blue. My entire visit I was humming the song. And as I posed for a picture with one foot in Nevada and one in Arizona, the opening lines never seemed so appropriate:
"Standing on the edge
Of the hoover dam
I'm on the centerline
Right between two states of mind"
Considering my messed up mental state of late, this Bob Mould metaphor worked quite well. Thankfully, the vacation did me a world of good, which will hopefully lead to goofier Songs of the Week for a bit.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Song of the Week 3/10/06
Yes - "Love Will Find a Way"
I doubt the truth of this song's title, but it has been stuck my head all week. The three-part harmonies from Trevor Rabin, Chris Squire and Jon Anderson on this track (and on most of the album) just sound so pure, like these guys were meant all their lives to sing together. When I saw "Love Will Find a Way" on the master list of songs I've been plowing through for my HD radio channel, I just had to hear it. And then hear it again. And again. Every trip this week on the subway, this Big Generator cut has kept me mezmerized. I love the Trevor Rabin edition of Yes--those two albums were as good as AOR got in the mid-to-late 80s. Too bad they couldn't keep it together.
Love will find a way. Yeah, right.
I doubt the truth of this song's title, but it has been stuck my head all week. The three-part harmonies from Trevor Rabin, Chris Squire and Jon Anderson on this track (and on most of the album) just sound so pure, like these guys were meant all their lives to sing together. When I saw "Love Will Find a Way" on the master list of songs I've been plowing through for my HD radio channel, I just had to hear it. And then hear it again. And again. Every trip this week on the subway, this Big Generator cut has kept me mezmerized. I love the Trevor Rabin edition of Yes--those two albums were as good as AOR got in the mid-to-late 80s. Too bad they couldn't keep it together.
Love will find a way. Yeah, right.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Song of the Week 3/3/06
Soul Coughing - "Screenwriter's Blues"
Perhaps the musical cosmos knows that I can't wait to visit L.A in two weeks. Maybe that's why I a) watched the video for this great track online today and b) soon disocovered it had a fuck in it, which means it can't really be played on my HD Radio channel called Radio Radio.
Dammit.
Nevertheless, it's one of the best songs ever about the film business, which seems appropirate with the Oscars on Sunday.
Is it vacation time yet?
Perhaps the musical cosmos knows that I can't wait to visit L.A in two weeks. Maybe that's why I a) watched the video for this great track online today and b) soon disocovered it had a fuck in it, which means it can't really be played on my HD Radio channel called Radio Radio.
Dammit.
Nevertheless, it's one of the best songs ever about the film business, which seems appropirate with the Oscars on Sunday.
Is it vacation time yet?
Friday, February 24, 2006
Song of the Week 2/24/06
Skeeter Davis - "The End of the World"
This classic tearjerker of a song has popped up from time to time in my life. My first memory of it comes from my grandfather, who was big into country, especially the start of the Chet Atkins-era of "Countrypolitian" production in the early 60s. I vaguely recall hearing this in my house at some point growing up, alongside a wealth of great country albums that I am proud to say I stole for my own collection when I was in high school.
The second time was about six years ago when it was used (to rather excellent dramatic effect) in the Winona Ryder/Angelina Jolie insane asylum flick Girl, Interrupted. This time, I scored the soundtrack from a friend of mine at TVT, and I played the song a few times, soaking in its sadness.
The latest time I was able to make a "Skeeter" reference in public was last night when Mike Viola did a cover of the song during his show at Barbes in Brooklyn. Simply put, it was a stunning performance of a song that is pretty damn great to begin with. Viola has written his share of uptempo catchy numbers, but I swear he's at his best when he's doing a slow ballad about loss or heartbreak. This cover -- which also featured a stellar pedal steel solo by Bob Hoffnar -- was no exception, and fit perfectly amongst Viola's originals.
Let's face it, I like really sad songs. Heck, I even ended up making a mix called A Heartbreak Special for my friend's bar that led off with that song.
Yeah, I know, what a sap...
UPDATE 2/26: Just to add to the Song of the Week mystique, I decided to sing "The End of the World" at some birthday karaoke in Koreatown Friday night. Alas, I am no Skeeter Davis or Mike Viola, even though I certainly can pack a lot of depression into my voice. Nobody wanted to hear it, and I was cut off before the second verse.
Drunk on Sapporo bastards.
This classic tearjerker of a song has popped up from time to time in my life. My first memory of it comes from my grandfather, who was big into country, especially the start of the Chet Atkins-era of "Countrypolitian" production in the early 60s. I vaguely recall hearing this in my house at some point growing up, alongside a wealth of great country albums that I am proud to say I stole for my own collection when I was in high school.
The second time was about six years ago when it was used (to rather excellent dramatic effect) in the Winona Ryder/Angelina Jolie insane asylum flick Girl, Interrupted. This time, I scored the soundtrack from a friend of mine at TVT, and I played the song a few times, soaking in its sadness.
The latest time I was able to make a "Skeeter" reference in public was last night when Mike Viola did a cover of the song during his show at Barbes in Brooklyn. Simply put, it was a stunning performance of a song that is pretty damn great to begin with. Viola has written his share of uptempo catchy numbers, but I swear he's at his best when he's doing a slow ballad about loss or heartbreak. This cover -- which also featured a stellar pedal steel solo by Bob Hoffnar -- was no exception, and fit perfectly amongst Viola's originals.
Let's face it, I like really sad songs. Heck, I even ended up making a mix called A Heartbreak Special for my friend's bar that led off with that song.
Yeah, I know, what a sap...
UPDATE 2/26: Just to add to the Song of the Week mystique, I decided to sing "The End of the World" at some birthday karaoke in Koreatown Friday night. Alas, I am no Skeeter Davis or Mike Viola, even though I certainly can pack a lot of depression into my voice. Nobody wanted to hear it, and I was cut off before the second verse.
Drunk on Sapporo bastards.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Song of the Week 2/17/06
Josh Rouse - "It Looks Like Love"
Mr. Rouse has done it again, creating another batch of 10 great songs about love, loneliness and...Spain? The first U.S. single from his upcoming album Subtitulo--a title influenced by Rouse's new Spanish home--was one of the highlights of his acoustic show a few weeks back. It's damn catchy, and it seems as though our Josh has gotten over his divorce and found a new squeeze. After listening (cough, illegally recording from the internet, cough) the album on Thursday, I had to listen to it again on the way home. And then when I was checking my email late that night, I saw I had gotten an email about a pre-sale of tix for Josh's Town Hall show on April 7th. As I was texting Moria the concert pal about this news, "It Looks Like Love" came on WFUV. Really, these folks (especially those at the World Cafe) seem to know my musical brain a little too well.
April 7th can't get here soon enough. (Same for March 21st, Subtitulo's proper release date.)
Mr. Rouse has done it again, creating another batch of 10 great songs about love, loneliness and...Spain? The first U.S. single from his upcoming album Subtitulo--a title influenced by Rouse's new Spanish home--was one of the highlights of his acoustic show a few weeks back. It's damn catchy, and it seems as though our Josh has gotten over his divorce and found a new squeeze. After listening (cough, illegally recording from the internet, cough) the album on Thursday, I had to listen to it again on the way home. And then when I was checking my email late that night, I saw I had gotten an email about a pre-sale of tix for Josh's Town Hall show on April 7th. As I was texting Moria the concert pal about this news, "It Looks Like Love" came on WFUV. Really, these folks (especially those at the World Cafe) seem to know my musical brain a little too well.
April 7th can't get here soon enough. (Same for March 21st, Subtitulo's proper release date.)
Friday, February 10, 2006
Song of the Week 2/10/06
Death Cab for Cutie - "Crooked Teeth"
This has long been my favorite song on Plans, and now the new "Sledgehammer" homage clip for it has been stuck in my brain all week.
Fuck, I'm gonna go watch it again now.
This has long been my favorite song on Plans, and now the new "Sledgehammer" homage clip for it has been stuck in my brain all week.
Fuck, I'm gonna go watch it again now.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Trouser Press 100 2/4/06
Thanks again to those who came out to see myself and Ira spin at Magnetic Field last night. We hope to do it again soon. Check out what you heard (or missed) below...
Psychedelic Furs - “Into You Like a Train”
PIL - “Public Image”
Wire - “Mannequin”
XTC - “Life Begins at the Hop”
Lords of the New Church - “Russian Roulette”
Talk Talk - “Talk Talk”
Art of Noise - “Close (to the Edit)”
Cure - “Hello I Love You”
dBs - “Amplifier”
House of Freaks - “It’s a Fucked Up World”
OMD - “Souvenir”
Normal - “Warm Leatherette”
M - “Pop Muzik”
Grandmaster Flash - “White Lines”
Be-Bop Deluxe - “Cryin to the Sky”
Clash - “Time Is Tight”
Elvis Costello - “Lipstick Vogue”
Dave Edmunds - “Girls Talk”
Cheap Trick - "Heaven's Falling”
Status Quo - “Down Down”
Jason and the Scorchers - “My Kingdom for a Car’
Tom Robinson Band - “2-4-6-8 Motorway”
Dictators - “Minnesota Strip"
Plimsouls - “A Million Miles Away”
Foghat - “I Just Want to Make Love to You”
Stranglers - “Duchess”
Damned - “I Just Can’t Be Happy Today”
Sex Pistols - “Frigging in the Rigging”
Red Rockers - “China”
20/20 - “Yellow Pills”
John Cooper Clarke - “36 Hours”
Billy Idol - “Dancing With Myself”
T. Rex - "20th Century Boy"
T. Rex - "New York City"
The Cars - "All Mixed Up"
Joe Jackson - "Don't Wanna be Like That"
Split Enz - "History Never Repeats"
The Motors - "Airport"
The Pretenders - "Time the Avenger"
Talking Heads - "Slippery People"
Echo & the Bunnymen - "The Back of Love"
The Jam - "Start!"
Go-Go's - "Get Up and Go"
Blondie - "(I'm Always Touched by Your) Presence Dear"
Monroes - "What Do All the People Know"
Dukes of Stratosphere - "Vanishing Girl"
Spongetones - "(My Girl) Maryanne"
English Beat - "Best Friend"
Madness - "Wings Of a Dove"
Eurythmics - "Love Is a Stranger"
Patti Smith - "Redondo Beach"
David Bowie - "Panic in Detroit"
The Church - "The Unguarded Moment"
Graham Parker - "Stick to Me"
Smiths - "There Is a Light That Never Goes Out"
Ramones - "Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World"
Replacements - "I Will Dare"
Sex Pistols - "Holidays in the Sun"
Smithereens - "Strangers When We Meet"
Descendants - "Suburban Home"
Hoodoo Gurus - "Like Wow--Wipeout"
Vapors - "Turning Japanese"
Sugar - "A Good Idea"
Replacements - "Bastards of Young"
KISS - "Hard Luck Woman
Alice Cooper - "Only Women Bleed"
The Kinks - "20th Century Man"
Rolling Stones - "Hand of Fate"
Rolling Stones - "Sweet Virginia"
Television - "Marquee Moon"
Elvis Costello - "Allison"
Graham Parker - "Wake Up (Next to You)"
Mott the Hoople - "I Wish I Was Your Mother"
Jazz Butcher - "D.R.I.N.K."
R.E.M. - "Perfect Circle"
Pretenders - "Thin Line Between Love and Hate"
Joe Jackson - "Breaking Us in Two"
Big Star - "Thirteen"
Psychedelic Furs - “Into You Like a Train”
PIL - “Public Image”
Wire - “Mannequin”
XTC - “Life Begins at the Hop”
Lords of the New Church - “Russian Roulette”
Talk Talk - “Talk Talk”
Art of Noise - “Close (to the Edit)”
Cure - “Hello I Love You”
dBs - “Amplifier”
House of Freaks - “It’s a Fucked Up World”
OMD - “Souvenir”
Normal - “Warm Leatherette”
M - “Pop Muzik”
Grandmaster Flash - “White Lines”
Be-Bop Deluxe - “Cryin to the Sky”
Clash - “Time Is Tight”
Elvis Costello - “Lipstick Vogue”
Dave Edmunds - “Girls Talk”
Cheap Trick - "Heaven's Falling”
Status Quo - “Down Down”
Jason and the Scorchers - “My Kingdom for a Car’
Tom Robinson Band - “2-4-6-8 Motorway”
Dictators - “Minnesota Strip"
Plimsouls - “A Million Miles Away”
Foghat - “I Just Want to Make Love to You”
Stranglers - “Duchess”
Damned - “I Just Can’t Be Happy Today”
Sex Pistols - “Frigging in the Rigging”
Red Rockers - “China”
20/20 - “Yellow Pills”
John Cooper Clarke - “36 Hours”
Billy Idol - “Dancing With Myself”
T. Rex - "20th Century Boy"
T. Rex - "New York City"
The Cars - "All Mixed Up"
Joe Jackson - "Don't Wanna be Like That"
Split Enz - "History Never Repeats"
The Motors - "Airport"
The Pretenders - "Time the Avenger"
Talking Heads - "Slippery People"
Echo & the Bunnymen - "The Back of Love"
The Jam - "Start!"
Go-Go's - "Get Up and Go"
Blondie - "(I'm Always Touched by Your) Presence Dear"
Monroes - "What Do All the People Know"
Dukes of Stratosphere - "Vanishing Girl"
Spongetones - "(My Girl) Maryanne"
English Beat - "Best Friend"
Madness - "Wings Of a Dove"
Eurythmics - "Love Is a Stranger"
Patti Smith - "Redondo Beach"
David Bowie - "Panic in Detroit"
The Church - "The Unguarded Moment"
Graham Parker - "Stick to Me"
Smiths - "There Is a Light That Never Goes Out"
Ramones - "Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World"
Replacements - "I Will Dare"
Sex Pistols - "Holidays in the Sun"
Smithereens - "Strangers When We Meet"
Descendants - "Suburban Home"
Hoodoo Gurus - "Like Wow--Wipeout"
Vapors - "Turning Japanese"
Sugar - "A Good Idea"
Replacements - "Bastards of Young"
KISS - "Hard Luck Woman
Alice Cooper - "Only Women Bleed"
The Kinks - "20th Century Man"
Rolling Stones - "Hand of Fate"
Rolling Stones - "Sweet Virginia"
Television - "Marquee Moon"
Elvis Costello - "Allison"
Graham Parker - "Wake Up (Next to You)"
Mott the Hoople - "I Wish I Was Your Mother"
Jazz Butcher - "D.R.I.N.K."
R.E.M. - "Perfect Circle"
Pretenders - "Thin Line Between Love and Hate"
Joe Jackson - "Breaking Us in Two"
Big Star - "Thirteen"
Friday, February 03, 2006
Song of the Week 2/3/06
Brandi Carlile - "Throw It All Away"
I've written in the past about albums that I missed the first time around, and Seattle youngster (and cutie, as you can see) Brandi Carlile's self-titled debut is no exception. I listened to once and dismissed it as another clone in the Sheryl Crow/Lucinda Williams vein. But over the past couple of months WFUV has been spinning various tracks, and one morning last week the morning jock Claudia Marshall played "Throw It All Away" and something just clicked. At that point I'd already put the album in the giveaway stack ages ago, so I had to go to Itunes that day and download it. Then I proceeded to listen to this tearjeaker of a song over and over. Something about Carlile's passioned delivery of the chorus slays me every time. Of course, this song isn't one of the two singles Carlile's label has released, so props to WFUV once again for playing another hidden gem.
I've written in the past about albums that I missed the first time around, and Seattle youngster (and cutie, as you can see) Brandi Carlile's self-titled debut is no exception. I listened to once and dismissed it as another clone in the Sheryl Crow/Lucinda Williams vein. But over the past couple of months WFUV has been spinning various tracks, and one morning last week the morning jock Claudia Marshall played "Throw It All Away" and something just clicked. At that point I'd already put the album in the giveaway stack ages ago, so I had to go to Itunes that day and download it. Then I proceeded to listen to this tearjeaker of a song over and over. Something about Carlile's passioned delivery of the chorus slays me every time. Of course, this song isn't one of the two singles Carlile's label has released, so props to WFUV once again for playing another hidden gem.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Song of the Week 1/27/06
KT Tunstall - "Black Horse and the Cherry Tree"
Not much to write about this song, except that I heard it almost everyday this week. And after watching her Today show performance (where she basically recreates the track by looping her own singing an playing) I gained a new respect for this Scottish lass. And I believe this album will become a big hit.
Not much to write about this song, except that I heard it almost everyday this week. And after watching her Today show performance (where she basically recreates the track by looping her own singing an playing) I gained a new respect for this Scottish lass. And I believe this album will become a big hit.
Friday, January 20, 2006
Song of the Week 1/20/06
Ambrosia - "You're the Only Woman"
Why oh why did this song have to get stuck in my head? I'll blame my co-workers for bringing up other Ambrosia songs after "How Much I Feel" came up on my iTunes one day. And then once I downloaded and played "You're the Only Woman," it was stuck in my head for a few days. I guess the only upside is that I thought it was a Doobie Brothers song, so now I know better.
What's next, something by Stephen Bishop? And seriously, look at that album cover. These guys look like they have the market cornered on soft rock.
Why oh why did this song have to get stuck in my head? I'll blame my co-workers for bringing up other Ambrosia songs after "How Much I Feel" came up on my iTunes one day. And then once I downloaded and played "You're the Only Woman," it was stuck in my head for a few days. I guess the only upside is that I thought it was a Doobie Brothers song, so now I know better.
What's next, something by Stephen Bishop? And seriously, look at that album cover. These guys look like they have the market cornered on soft rock.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Song of the Week 1/13/06
The Who - "The Kids Are Alright"
As part of my continuing effort to listen to every nook and cranny of my IPod, I spent a good deal of time in the "W" section this week. While listening to The Who's Meaty Beaty Big And Bouncy while walking through downtown Brooklyn, I decided I wanted to sing a Who song at Live Band Karaoke that night--specifically "The Kids Are Alright." So when I looked at the lyrics, I realized that I had no idea what this song was about. Is Pete Townshend writing about getting away from his family? Should his significant other get away? And when he writes kids, does he mean small children? And why hasn't Meaty Beaty Big And Bouncy been reissued on disc? I know The Who have been subject to 1034 best of compilations, but this is the first, and by far the best.
As part of my continuing effort to listen to every nook and cranny of my IPod, I spent a good deal of time in the "W" section this week. While listening to The Who's Meaty Beaty Big And Bouncy while walking through downtown Brooklyn, I decided I wanted to sing a Who song at Live Band Karaoke that night--specifically "The Kids Are Alright." So when I looked at the lyrics, I realized that I had no idea what this song was about. Is Pete Townshend writing about getting away from his family? Should his significant other get away? And when he writes kids, does he mean small children? And why hasn't Meaty Beaty Big And Bouncy been reissued on disc? I know The Who have been subject to 1034 best of compilations, but this is the first, and by far the best.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Song of the Week 1/6/06
Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros - "Get Down Moses"
The beginning of a new year always allows me to dig into the back catalog, as the mail slows to a trickle at work and there's not a lot of bands to interview. (Well, at least not until January has a couple of weeks under its belt.) This week I've been going through my ITunes and clicking on stuff that has nothing marked off in the play count column. One of these selections was the posthumous Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros album Streetcore. "Get Down Moses" was in my head the rest of the day after I listened to it, and then this morning WFUV spun it.
Damn, how do they know me so well?
The beginning of a new year always allows me to dig into the back catalog, as the mail slows to a trickle at work and there's not a lot of bands to interview. (Well, at least not until January has a couple of weeks under its belt.) This week I've been going through my ITunes and clicking on stuff that has nothing marked off in the play count column. One of these selections was the posthumous Joe Strummer & The Mescaleros album Streetcore. "Get Down Moses" was in my head the rest of the day after I listened to it, and then this morning WFUV spun it.
Damn, how do they know me so well?
Saturday, December 31, 2005
The 16th Annual Reynolds Top 20 List
Maybe I Should Make This a Podcast Next Year?
“Seriously, you listen to the discs in your car? What’s wrong with you?”
—Steve Reynolds (a.k.a me) talking to a subscriber in February of this year.
Hello readers, both new and old. For those of you exposed to the list for the first time this year (of which there are a few), let me explain what you’re holding in your hands. This loosely stapled pack of papers is my annual attempt to sum up the year in pop culture as I see it. Somehow my jaded (and occasionally insane with lovesick-depression) mind has been able to crank out a bunch of gibberish about albums, singles, concerts, movies and TV shows for 16 years now. This process usually makes me a bit cranky and incredible stressed out at the end of the year. (Hmm, maybe it’s this list that makes me act like the Grinch around the holidays, not working near the Rock Center Christmas tree.) So if you’re reading this, you’re someone who I think might share the same sensibilities. Or like my potty-mouthed humor throughout, whatever.
(RT20 veterans, you can start reading again.) So let me admit this: I never expected the response I got from last year’s multi-media edition of the list. Those two CDs of my fake radio show elicited more feedback than anything else I’ve ever done with this crappy little end of the year rag. People listened to those two CDs in their cars, at home, while on vacation and even put it in their iPods. I was constantly amazed, and I thank all of you for the great feedback and compliments.
Of course, all that positive reinforcement is not something I’m used to, or accept very easily. And that just about increased my self-created pressure while planning this year’s edition to new almost-lethal heights. I spent a good deal of time during the summer trying to plan out what my next radio show could be, and how much time it would take and if I’d have to actually pay my voice and production talent this time around (they were cheap suckers the first time around—ha ha). I thought about doing a one disc show of the top singles of the year or perhaps two discs that would cover most of the Songs of the Week from this year. I even thought about an audio documentary about me making this list, but I figured nobody needed to hear me belching, farting and yelling while I type (the people I work with have to live with that five days a week already).
And then I had a couple of things come along that postponed those plans: 1) I spent four months pursuing a book deal (which, alas, had the plug pulled on it in early December) and 2) I’ve taken a part-time job creating a classic alternative radio format that will be launched in early January on the ’net and elsewhere. I can’t go into full details about what it entails, but let me just say this: when you find yourself working on Thanksgiving night at 10pm in an office with no heat, you kind of start thinking, “Did I sign on to do too much? And did my pinky toe just fall off inside my Doc Martens?” So with this extra work, you can see why I would be a little hesitant to try and create something to follow-up last year’s Top 20 radio show. But that doesn’t mean I won’t do one next year.
One final note—this list was the easiest to write since the first one, which I only listed the albums and wrote nothing else. Doing two different blogs over the past year had certainly made the creative muscles in my mind easier to access and get working, once I can pull myself away from watching Miracle for the 138th time it’s shown on Starz. (For those that don’t know, the two blogs are the Reynolds Top 20 which contains all of the previous issues of the RT20, and Zisk, which is an offshoot of the baseball fanzine my friend Mike and I co-edit.) I wrote something once a week for the RT20 blog, and while the Mets season was going, I wrote something everyday for the Zisk blog. Let me tell you, coming up with new ways to say “Braden Looper blew an important game” forces you to up your level of writing and made me able to crank out copy at a stunning pace. (Everything you read after this page was written over a space of six eight-hour working days, which is a record for me. And no, I wasn’t on coke, only Diet Coke.)
Well, that’s it for this year’s babbling explanation. Thanks once again for reading this pile of my loves, likes, neuroses, paranoid fantasies, weird ideas to change the music scene and many half-baked jokes. May it keep you in good company in your bathroom or your train ride home.
It's True, We All Are (I)Pod People
2005's Top 20 Albums
Top 10 Headlines I Hope I Don't Write in 2006
2005's Top 20 Singles
Other Musical Stuff From 2005
Top 10 Visual Aids
It's True, We Are All (I)Pod People
December 4th, 4:40 p.m.
When it all comes down to it, this was The Year of I. No, I’m saying that this year was all about me, Steve Reynolds (and if you saw the sorry state I was in mentally and physically on this particular Sunday, you would know I was not talking about yours truly). The “I” stands for Indie Rock and iPod. And these two things made this perhaps the most musical year of my life since I was in college. And I credit (or, in the case of my checking account, blame) two folks for this, my much younger friends Drew and Moria.
Late last fall Drew (25 at the time) introduced me to Moria (23 at the time) as we were visiting Drew at one of his bartending gigs. As Moria and I talked, I discovered that we knew many of the same folks in Boston (where she had just moved from) and that we definitely had similar musical taste. As we kept emailing over the next couple of months, she would mention tons of bands I had never heard of, or hadn’t listened to that much. And whenever I would find a free MP3 of these bands on the ’net, 90% of the time I would really dig it. So I found myself digging deep into tons of new artists (well new to me): Spoon, Josh Rouse, Bright Eyes, Brendan Benson, Spinto Band, Of Montreal, The Decemberists, Death Cab for Cutie, Mates of State, Stars and Nada Surf are just a few of the acts that I knew nothing or very little about before this year. I must thank Moria for the introduction to a whole slew of music that genuinely excited me. Heck, I went to five times as many shows this year as I had in the past two years, and it felt pretty good enjoying some live rock. Who says youth is always wasted upon the young? (My way of paying her back was a bit old school—I took her to her first Tom Petty concert, where we had 11th row seats. It almost made me feel like somebody’s cool uncle passing down something to the next generation. I said almost.)
As for the other “I,” Drew was the first person I met who would attempt to DJ while they were bartending by frantically scrolling through their iPod looking for that next song to play to entertain his fellow bartender or the latest attractive girl to walk in. That fateful night in late 2004 when he showed me how to work the iPod opened up a whole new world to me. I rarely listened to music on the train, I only turned it on at work or in my bedroom. Now I dreamed of listening to stuff all the time on the train and wherever else I walked. And when I got a new computer at work with iTunes on it, I knew I was a goner. So 12841 songs later, my iPod is as essential to my life as breathing, eating, showering and fixing my toupee every morning. I can’t imagine going anywhere without it.
Thank goodness I had this new found musical enthusiasm, because there certainly was a whole lot of bullshit in the music world to get me ticked off. First off, let’s start with the craptacular state of radio in my hometown of New York City. Granted, it’s always been pretty bad while I’ve lived here, but it sank to new lows this year. First, the only current rock station in town, K-Rock, dumped all of their cool current music to a web only stream and proceeded to play the same Red Hot Chili Peppers, Guns N’ Roses and Pink Floyd songs over and over. I didn’t listen to them that much besides Howard Stern in the morning, so it wasn’t that great of a loss. But then our oldies station WCBS-FM—which had been on for 30 years—was unceremoniously changed into the latest radio format de jour, Jack. This format is supposed to combat the spread of iPod listeners by “playing what we want.” Alas, that meant playing the same over-tested and over-researched songs, but just in an order that makes no sense and would make people run to the stereo to punch up another station quickly. So I’m basically down to an NPR affiliate (WFUV) and sports talk (WFAN), and with the way the current administration has spread havoc with the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, who knows how long NPR will last?
Another trend that pissed me off was the reemergence of the all-star duets disc. This painful concept was kick-started in the early ’90s by the Frank Sinatra Duets albums (which led to a spot-on impersonation of Sinatra in the studio by the late Phil Hartman on SNL that is one of the best skits that aired back then). It reached a higher commercial level with Santana’s 1999 all-star fiasco Supernatural. (Gosh, did I really like “Smooth” at one point—what was wrong with me that year?) And then this year saw Ray Charles’ album Genius Loves Company sweep at the Grammys. Now I like Ray Charles as much as the next guy (as long as the next guy isn’t Jamie Foxx), but did any of these Grammy voters listen to this disc? The duet with Van Morrison on “Crazy Love” is quite possibly the low point in either one of these gentlemen’s outstanding careers. And its success has led to even more horrific pairings that make me want to put the wax back into my ears. Les Paul celebrated his 90th birthday with a disc that sounds like it was genetically engineered in a boardroom in Los Angeles. B.B. King, a man who can still belt it out with the best of them, was reduced to singing with a third rate Roger Daltrey impersonator (oh, wait, it WAS Roger Daltrey) and Herbie Hancock had to rely on John Mayer to get him some airplay. When Bob Dylan releases an album where he sings with Ashlee Simpson and Shakira, I’ll be strapping something to my chest and sneak my way into the offices of Sony BMG to cause what could be called a sudden lethal event.
Here’s some quick thoughts on some other musical misadventures this year:
Britney Spears and her white trash husband Kevin Federline had their first child (his 15th or 16th overall, so I’m told), and it took Ferdeline only a couple of months to get thrown out of the house for too much partying. Looking at this guy’s track record, he must be hung like King Kong to keep finding sugar mommas.
The marriages of Kenny Chesney and Renee Zellweger and Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey somehow didn’t last through 2005. In other unexpected news, the sun rose today, gas prices are high, and Steve likes Rolling Rock.
On Thanksgiving night members of 311 and ex-Creed blotard Scott Stapp got into a fistfight at a Baltimore hotel. I mean, I dreamed of something like this before, but it involved knives, the score from West Side Story, and everyone involved being extremely dead. But still, I’ll take what I can get.
Lastly, on a serious note (wow, I’ve never used that phrase on the Top 20 before), I’d like to commemorate the passing of Soul Asylum bassist Karl Mueller, who died way too young of throat cancer this summer. He didn’t write any of their songs, but he was still an important part of one of the bands that shaped my formative musical years. I suppose as time marches on I’m going to have to get used to more events likes this. (I’m hording sedatives for the day that Neil Young is gone.)
So what did I learn from this year? Ear wax is bad, celebrity marriages aren’t all perfect and I need to tip that doorman in Baltimore next time I’m down there. You know, looking at that list, I’d have to say I learned nothing this year…which is pretty much like every other year I’ve done this list, and by the looks of it, the exact same amount of learning our President has done this year. That might be the first and only thing that we have in common.
When it all comes down to it, this was The Year of I. No, I’m saying that this year was all about me, Steve Reynolds (and if you saw the sorry state I was in mentally and physically on this particular Sunday, you would know I was not talking about yours truly). The “I” stands for Indie Rock and iPod. And these two things made this perhaps the most musical year of my life since I was in college. And I credit (or, in the case of my checking account, blame) two folks for this, my much younger friends Drew and Moria.
Late last fall Drew (25 at the time) introduced me to Moria (23 at the time) as we were visiting Drew at one of his bartending gigs. As Moria and I talked, I discovered that we knew many of the same folks in Boston (where she had just moved from) and that we definitely had similar musical taste. As we kept emailing over the next couple of months, she would mention tons of bands I had never heard of, or hadn’t listened to that much. And whenever I would find a free MP3 of these bands on the ’net, 90% of the time I would really dig it. So I found myself digging deep into tons of new artists (well new to me): Spoon, Josh Rouse, Bright Eyes, Brendan Benson, Spinto Band, Of Montreal, The Decemberists, Death Cab for Cutie, Mates of State, Stars and Nada Surf are just a few of the acts that I knew nothing or very little about before this year. I must thank Moria for the introduction to a whole slew of music that genuinely excited me. Heck, I went to five times as many shows this year as I had in the past two years, and it felt pretty good enjoying some live rock. Who says youth is always wasted upon the young? (My way of paying her back was a bit old school—I took her to her first Tom Petty concert, where we had 11th row seats. It almost made me feel like somebody’s cool uncle passing down something to the next generation. I said almost.)
As for the other “I,” Drew was the first person I met who would attempt to DJ while they were bartending by frantically scrolling through their iPod looking for that next song to play to entertain his fellow bartender or the latest attractive girl to walk in. That fateful night in late 2004 when he showed me how to work the iPod opened up a whole new world to me. I rarely listened to music on the train, I only turned it on at work or in my bedroom. Now I dreamed of listening to stuff all the time on the train and wherever else I walked. And when I got a new computer at work with iTunes on it, I knew I was a goner. So 12841 songs later, my iPod is as essential to my life as breathing, eating, showering and fixing my toupee every morning. I can’t imagine going anywhere without it.
Thank goodness I had this new found musical enthusiasm, because there certainly was a whole lot of bullshit in the music world to get me ticked off. First off, let’s start with the craptacular state of radio in my hometown of New York City. Granted, it’s always been pretty bad while I’ve lived here, but it sank to new lows this year. First, the only current rock station in town, K-Rock, dumped all of their cool current music to a web only stream and proceeded to play the same Red Hot Chili Peppers, Guns N’ Roses and Pink Floyd songs over and over. I didn’t listen to them that much besides Howard Stern in the morning, so it wasn’t that great of a loss. But then our oldies station WCBS-FM—which had been on for 30 years—was unceremoniously changed into the latest radio format de jour, Jack. This format is supposed to combat the spread of iPod listeners by “playing what we want.” Alas, that meant playing the same over-tested and over-researched songs, but just in an order that makes no sense and would make people run to the stereo to punch up another station quickly. So I’m basically down to an NPR affiliate (WFUV) and sports talk (WFAN), and with the way the current administration has spread havoc with the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, who knows how long NPR will last?
Another trend that pissed me off was the reemergence of the all-star duets disc. This painful concept was kick-started in the early ’90s by the Frank Sinatra Duets albums (which led to a spot-on impersonation of Sinatra in the studio by the late Phil Hartman on SNL that is one of the best skits that aired back then). It reached a higher commercial level with Santana’s 1999 all-star fiasco Supernatural. (Gosh, did I really like “Smooth” at one point—what was wrong with me that year?) And then this year saw Ray Charles’ album Genius Loves Company sweep at the Grammys. Now I like Ray Charles as much as the next guy (as long as the next guy isn’t Jamie Foxx), but did any of these Grammy voters listen to this disc? The duet with Van Morrison on “Crazy Love” is quite possibly the low point in either one of these gentlemen’s outstanding careers. And its success has led to even more horrific pairings that make me want to put the wax back into my ears. Les Paul celebrated his 90th birthday with a disc that sounds like it was genetically engineered in a boardroom in Los Angeles. B.B. King, a man who can still belt it out with the best of them, was reduced to singing with a third rate Roger Daltrey impersonator (oh, wait, it WAS Roger Daltrey) and Herbie Hancock had to rely on John Mayer to get him some airplay. When Bob Dylan releases an album where he sings with Ashlee Simpson and Shakira, I’ll be strapping something to my chest and sneak my way into the offices of Sony BMG to cause what could be called a sudden lethal event.
Here’s some quick thoughts on some other musical misadventures this year:
Britney Spears and her white trash husband Kevin Federline had their first child (his 15th or 16th overall, so I’m told), and it took Ferdeline only a couple of months to get thrown out of the house for too much partying. Looking at this guy’s track record, he must be hung like King Kong to keep finding sugar mommas.
The marriages of Kenny Chesney and Renee Zellweger and Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey somehow didn’t last through 2005. In other unexpected news, the sun rose today, gas prices are high, and Steve likes Rolling Rock.
On Thanksgiving night members of 311 and ex-Creed blotard Scott Stapp got into a fistfight at a Baltimore hotel. I mean, I dreamed of something like this before, but it involved knives, the score from West Side Story, and everyone involved being extremely dead. But still, I’ll take what I can get.
Lastly, on a serious note (wow, I’ve never used that phrase on the Top 20 before), I’d like to commemorate the passing of Soul Asylum bassist Karl Mueller, who died way too young of throat cancer this summer. He didn’t write any of their songs, but he was still an important part of one of the bands that shaped my formative musical years. I suppose as time marches on I’m going to have to get used to more events likes this. (I’m hording sedatives for the day that Neil Young is gone.)
So what did I learn from this year? Ear wax is bad, celebrity marriages aren’t all perfect and I need to tip that doorman in Baltimore next time I’m down there. You know, looking at that list, I’d have to say I learned nothing this year…which is pretty much like every other year I’ve done this list, and by the looks of it, the exact same amount of learning our President has done this year. That might be the first and only thing that we have in common.
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