Friday, September 28, 2012
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Thursday, July 26, 2012
Stone Roses
A few years back I went on a date that ended in a game of Truth or Dare.
"Strip to your undergoods and play bass to a record of my choosing," he dared.
I coyly hid behind my Fender Mustang reissue while he selected The Stone Roses self-titled LP, fumbling with my turntables. . .
I'd like to know
Why she hates
All that she does
But she gives
It all that she's got.
"(Song For My) Sugar Spun Sister" is a classic tale of boy meets hooker meets rave drugs. The underlying imagery of candy floss (cotton candy) serves as a symbol for bodily fluids.
My hands are stuck
To my jeans (blush!)
And she knows, she knows
What this must mean.
Their relationship, punctuated by drug dependence and the inability to get each other off, can also be seen as a nod to the hypocrisy of the era's poshly conservative social climate, known also as Thatcherism.
To be continued. . .
"Strip to your undergoods and play bass to a record of my choosing," he dared.
I coyly hid behind my Fender Mustang reissue while he selected The Stone Roses self-titled LP, fumbling with my turntables. . .
I'd like to know
Why she hates
All that she does
But she gives
It all that she's got.
"(Song For My) Sugar Spun Sister" is a classic tale of boy meets hooker meets rave drugs. The underlying imagery of candy floss (cotton candy) serves as a symbol for bodily fluids.
My hands are stuck
To my jeans (blush!)
And she knows, she knows
What this must mean.
Their relationship, punctuated by drug dependence and the inability to get each other off, can also be seen as a nod to the hypocrisy of the era's poshly conservative social climate, known also as Thatcherism.
To be continued. . .
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Thursday, January 19, 2012
Ariel Pink
Hey up, Dirty people!
Pitchfork may have broken the story about Mr. Pink and his werewolf hijinks before Dirty Laundry could, but we got him rattlin' bout the Coachella freakout, tabloid appearances, fame, the ex, and not to mention a year-long, psychedelic-induced descent into madness.
Stay tuned, we're posting the episode tomorrow, and here's the link to his recent Pitchfork release:
http://www.pitchfork.com/news/45067-ariel-pink-has-two-new-albums-and-a-werewolf-movie-in-the-works/?utm_campaign=search&utm_medium=site&utm_source=search-ac
All of my love,
Karrie K.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Good Things Come From Ohio
I, like many, lost faith in famously prolific Robert Pollard during his five year, post-Mag Earwhig! descent into college-rock comfort food. Earthquake Glue, over classics Alien Lane or Bee Thousand, is my second pick for Record of the Week because it is a comeback gem. GBV released their fourteenth record exactly eight years ago, included in some copies a golden ticket with Pollard's photo, a la Wonka; and to each lucky recipient went a signed copy of the box set Hardcore UFOs: Revelations, Epiphanies and Fast Food in the Western Hemisphere.
Earthquake Glue begins with Doug Gillard and Nate Farley's exploding guitar chords in endlessly catchy "My Kind of Soldier," reminiscent of Propeller-through-Earwhig! era GBV, except lo-fi guitar jangle isn't canabolizing Tim Tobias' bass. In fact my favorite track, "The Best of Jill Hives" has you walking around singing the bass part--a GBV first? "I don't know where you find your nerve, I don't know how you choose your words, Speak the ones that suit you worse, Keep you grounded, sad and cursed, Circle the ones that come alive, Save them for the best of Jill Hives." Kevin March's cymbal crashes and Bob's wry wit have "Replace You With Machines" an instant stadium hit--you can almost hear those signature leg kicks!
Having emerged from his TVT foray and reunited with Matador, Pollard and his rotating cast of often virtuosic musicians had me no longer a GBV apologist with the 2003 release of Earthquake Glue. See, I told you good things come from Ohio: Annie Oakley, flight, The Cincinnati Reds, and GBV.
Earthquake Glue begins with Doug Gillard and Nate Farley's exploding guitar chords in endlessly catchy "My Kind of Soldier," reminiscent of Propeller-through-Earwhig! era GBV, except lo-fi guitar jangle isn't canabolizing Tim Tobias' bass. In fact my favorite track, "The Best of Jill Hives" has you walking around singing the bass part--a GBV first? "I don't know where you find your nerve, I don't know how you choose your words, Speak the ones that suit you worse, Keep you grounded, sad and cursed, Circle the ones that come alive, Save them for the best of Jill Hives." Kevin March's cymbal crashes and Bob's wry wit have "Replace You With Machines" an instant stadium hit--you can almost hear those signature leg kicks!
Having emerged from his TVT foray and reunited with Matador, Pollard and his rotating cast of often virtuosic musicians had me no longer a GBV apologist with the 2003 release of Earthquake Glue. See, I told you good things come from Ohio: Annie Oakley, flight, The Cincinnati Reds, and GBV.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Record of the Week
When asked recently by a fellow collector do I own this record, "Own it? I want to BE it for Halloween" was my reply. E=mc Squared, released in 1980, is the world's first live-to-digital record, and involves early solid state electronics e.g. MOOGs, memory banks, synthesizers, programmed drums, and a vocoder into which The Father of Disco both scats and acknowledges the album's credits.
The standout track for me is anthemic "If You Weren't Afraid," in which Moroder pleas, "If you were not afraid of flying, we could leave the ground. If you were not afraid of trying out the love we found." Some girls have all the luck. A close second is "I Wanna Rock You," an appeal to the libidinous Italian in all of us. "I've been watching you dancing. It's good to see what you've got. I wanna show you my night moves, and baby I got a lot." Give him a break, English was his third language; besides, the maestro is not known for his poetry, he is known for his instrumentation, imagination, and bringing computerized electronic music to the mainstream. Enjoy and run, don't walk.
The standout track for me is anthemic "If You Weren't Afraid," in which Moroder pleas, "If you were not afraid of flying, we could leave the ground. If you were not afraid of trying out the love we found." Some girls have all the luck. A close second is "I Wanna Rock You," an appeal to the libidinous Italian in all of us. "I've been watching you dancing. It's good to see what you've got. I wanna show you my night moves, and baby I got a lot." Give him a break, English was his third language; besides, the maestro is not known for his poetry, he is known for his instrumentation, imagination, and bringing computerized electronic music to the mainstream. Enjoy and run, don't walk.
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