As I was tra-la-la-ing through my vast and loathesome archives, a couple of things stood starkly out from the festering mass.
1. I started the annoying conceit of titling posts after songs or albums or lyrics QUITE SOON after starting my first blog. It was annoying by the fourth time, and since nobody ever notices, I grimly stick to the habit.
2. I was REALLY ANGRY about politics. And VERY VERY SNARKY about it. There was a mild conservative, brother of a good friend, named Nick who used to come around to pick nits and troll my posts. I always kind of suspected Nick was only a conservative to be a contrarian in his family, which skewed decidedly liberal. But Nick was also a Librarian, which makes him one of the unionized moochers who are overpaid and sucking on the public tit, so his arguments become kind of complicated at best. Nick’s comments made mikey’s look succinct.
But anyway, after years of that, I guess I kind of burnt out. I can barely muster outrage at Scott Walker, and he’s a turd-faced cross eyed authoritarian Kocksucking moron drop-out who was elected on false pretenses and by demonizing minorities.
Hmm. I guess there may still be some outrage in the well. Perhaps I will resurrect Fuck You Friday, since Von has borrowed it for Thursdays. It’s the time that is more of the difficulty, those posts become kind of involved. It’s like real work. Fuck that, it’s Friday. Wait, that doesn’t quite work. Oh well, ONWARD!
3. I did Random Music lists. A LOT. Sometimes, it was the only thing I posted. It was usually the only thing Zelmo commented on, although that was almost always to pimp the XM radio like he was getting blowjobs from it. Funny enough, we did some driving recently and I found that XM radio was…disappointing. Certainly not worth ten bucks a month, especially when eMusic is so cheap, and you get a lot more. And when we got out of the urban areas, oddly, the ‘satellite’ pickup got sketchy.
So today, I am taking my blog inspiration from Billy Pilgrim and Temporary Costello, fucking wanker assholes, and pulling from the Insufferable Music Snob shelves to do a long-overdue Friday Random Musical Spew and Fol-de-rol!
As has been mentioned, I have been romping through some old vinyl and digitizing old stuff. Not GOOD stuff, per se, but old stuff. Although my musical tastes have matured somewhat, there are still some goodies in the pile of big black CDs (Todd!, BG) not the least of which is a bunch of records from long-gone local bands. But in any case, it is rapidly burgeoning my music library, which now stands just under 4000 albums, 43,000 tracks, a tetch over 200 giggles of hard drive space. the iPod capacity has NOT kept up, and if Steve Jobs hadn’t died, I would have to go search him out to force him to turn over the high-capacity iPod prototype that I KNOW he kept on his person at all times. It doesn’t seem that ANY of the cloud music solutions are large enough. Whatever shall I do?
Anyway, support Local music. Support Live music clubs. Von does it; why don’t you?
Off we go (and I promise to not take any mulligans, no matter how painful it gets):
1. Shadow Of A Doubt, Sonic Youth live in Texas 1986. I love the Sonics, have since a friend gave me a comp tape that started with the studio version of this song. Sonic Youth can be an acquired taste.
I saw them open for Neil Young and Crazy Horse once. it was kind of a loud night, and the yuppies who wanted Young to play “Cinnamon Girl” were displeased. But fuck them, you know? I was laughing, poor privileged buttheads COULDN’T TALK during the opening band! Probably for their benefit, actually, because if they had disrupted my enjoyment, I might have had to kill one of them, and anger issues aside, NONE OF US WANTED THAT.
2. Love Gone Wrong – Glass Eye. An oddball alternative band from Austin, late eighties. I saw some twisted video on 120 Minutes (remember when MTV played music? Me neither!).
3. Deep Karma Canyon – Bob Mould. As everyone knows, Bob Mould was one of the main singers and songwriters in MPLS punk band Husker Du. I don’t want to shock B^4, but I never saw Husker Du. I have seen Bob both in solo mode and with a band. As we watched him squall through his songs old and new, I couldn’t help but think “is there a more thankless job than keyboard player in Bob Mould’s band?”
4. But Honestly – Foo Fighters. I am glad that Dave Grohl has been successful post-Nirvana, but all told I think we all would be better off with Cobain back. At least after several albums, Grohl’s voice has settled into acceptable. Keeping Pat Smear working is also a good thing.
5. Dirty Dog – ZZTop. I saw ZZTop on the Deguello tour, before they became MTV darlings. Recently I saw them open for Tom Petty, and headline a smaller show in a theater. They are still doing the same thing they ever did. Nothing wrong with that! Meanwhile, MTV has come and gone as a cultural force, while ZZTop remains one of the good things about Texas.
6. Two Timin’ Woman – Johnny Cash. The Man In Black can make even a crappy song sound great. And boy, for all the legendary status, there was a lot of crap that was put under his name in the 70s, efforts by an idea-less Music Industry to squeeze the last drops from an artist they relegated to has-been status.
Of course, Rick Rubin and American Records showed the record labels that Johnny was still vital. Warner and Sony and the other bigs have long forgotten how to make music.
7. Train – Mission of Burma. Mission of Burma is one of those old post-punk bands I never really think of, and then am blown away by when they show up on the Shuffle. Their live performances were legendarily loud, which led to singer Roger Miller’s hearing damage and disbanding the group. But they have reformed recently and have released some new stuff. Their use of tape-feedback loop technology broke new ground, and as with many post-punk bands, their impact on later bands is far outsized to there original success, the Ramones Syndrome.
8. The Wagon – Dinosaur Jr. Mascis’ adulation of Neil Young and Crazy Horse is fully in effect here, but the result is unbelievable. Guitar freakouts and whiny vehicles over punk drumming. It’s such a simple formula. Green Mind is simply a stellar album, front to back. Although it was the first album after Barlow left to form Sebadoh, it benefits from being a singular vision, focused like a lazer, and it lasts just long enough.
I saw J. Mascis on a solo outing at Shank Hall, and he alternated between electric and acoustic guitar. I kind of wish he had done the full band though, so the guitar freakouts could have been more fully realized.
9. Summertime – Bill Hicks. Brilliant spoken word from one of the heirs of Lenny Bruce.
10. Jocko Homo – Devo. One of the Songs That Made Me Rotten (an old post on those old blogs). No link because the OldBlog is lost in the mists of Time, or the Mists of Cacopon Mountain, and since the Republicans are insane, we cannot use the Time Machine to go searching.
11. Coffee Drowned – Arms And Legs And Feet. Awesome. This is a Mlwaukee post-punk band, fronted by an English major who called himself Mike Benign. Although his voice has always been kind of muddy middle range, his lyrics have always been complex and literate. The next band he fronted, Blue In The Face, took the same elements and added a three piece horn section. One of my good friends did sound for them, and was able to keep everything clear and separate and crisp, not an easy thing in a crappy bar with a seven piece pop band. Here’s his current gig. Go indulge yourself; I am CERTAIN y’all know someone that would appreciate this as a gift in this holiday season! Tell him you’re a friend of a friend of Scary Joe. DO IT!!!
12. Pressure – The Kinks. My friend Nick once complained that for all the different music I had and my constant Musical Poop Shoots, the Kinks never came up. Well, when we had the chance to catch up with each other in meatspace when Ray Davies was at Summerfest, he bailed. So this one is for you, Nick.
13. Faraway Man – Hunters and Collectors. Aren’t they from New Zealand? They’re excellent anyway.
14. The Dancer – PJ Harvey. Polly Jean, kind of like Sonic Youth or Tom Waits, falls into what I refer to as ‘difficult music’. As opposed to ‘easy listening’ you see. I like difficult music, as may be inferred by my mild affection for the Mekons (“lyrics are opaque enough to be about either rough sex OR Thai beef salad”, as one wag has LOLed).
15. Saved By Zero – The Fixx. Yes, I like the Fixx. I hope they’re not from New Zealand. WikiWakiWoo tells me that the record label insisted that they change their name from “The Fix” before signing, due to the drug reference. Irony, watch the Record Label Weasels show concern about drug use. Before or after they visited the washroom to coke up, I wonder?
OK, that’s enough, it’s Friday, I have a code meeting and then those elevations to get back to. Although it may annoy N__B, here is one of the inspirations I am using on this one: