Exactly What we Don’t Want To Hear

Fuck

Fuck it all anyway.

Scott Miller died.  At 53.  Fuck.

I have had the good fortune to see him perform with his bands three times.  I loved his music; it was complex at the same time it traveled the power pop continuum.  He loved tricky guitar parts — here is a recording of Aimee Mann covering one of his songs and complaining that it “has, like, a zillion chords”.

Here they are as Loud Family playing Idiot Son in Milwaukee.  Yes, I was there, of course I was.

Maybe I saw them twice as Game Theory.  I remember seeing GT at The Odd Rock Cafe, the two women in the band were wearing SoCal style halter tops, and were quite chilly in the Wisconsin weather.

Goddammit, this has been a fuck of a week, hasn’t it?  Right up the fucking poop chute.  Fuck you, Universe.

here’s a more introspective song:

The brilliantly pun-named Cortex The Killer (Days for Days is an unrecognized work of genius)

In recent years, Scott had pretty much retired musically, he was working as a programmer and wrote a book.  Word is he was looking at going back in the studio though; missed opportunities fuck YOU Universe.

I dearly hope this song was not prophetic:

I am meeting Zelmo for drinks after work.  UnHappy Hour.  Overserved is in the eye of the beerholder.

Seriously.  That’s fucking enough for one week, don’t you think?

Let’s let Scott have the last word, shall we?

Let’s let Scott have the Last Last Word.  The Loud Family website has made the Out of Print albums available for download.