And how appropriate is it that Hec is buying something with "Devil's Haircut" on it?
Wash ,'War Stories'
Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Eels "Novacaine for the Soul,
Shoot! I always wanted to direct the video for that. Of course, that 'always wanted to' lives in a reality that bends to my wishes but I'm not one for minutiae. I'm pretty sure I devised a visual accompaniment for the first minute or so in my head.
Damn, Corwood, that's a kickass issue of High Hat.
I haven't even read it all, but Stig's Inferno! Nutty on Baseball! The Fascist Aesthetics of Wes Anderson! Still have to read about Profit and the Carnivale diss.
Damn, Corwood, that's a kickass issue of High Hat.
Thanks! Yeah, there's some great stuff in there, and we've unfortunately been sitting on it since early last Fall when our art director quit. Our new guy stepped in just a week or two ago and turned that work of beauty out in record time. I should point out that Leonard Pierce is editor-in-chief this time around because that's a title that should be shared among our phenomenal editorial staff.
Damn, Corwood, that's a kickass issue of High Hat.
Gonna concur with Hec here. I've just started in on it and am enjoying it immensely. Love your bit on the Rolling Stone Record Guide. I always wanted to slap Marsh around for some of his reviews (His takes on Lou Reed, X and Steely Dan's weird mid-period were astoundingly wrong-headed, and he definitely displayed a huge US-centricism wrt rock music - or perhaps it was more a pronounced Anglo-phobia post-invasion).
Thanks! I was trying to be fair to the guy, but his bozo-osity won in the end.
Voice music review (of Pink) quote of the day:
This sense of all-too-human auto-bumfuzzlement is emboldened by Not Dead Yet's stunningly ass-backward theory of how to make a viable pop album in our unfortunate millennium, a stylistic dyslexia so grandiose it explodes traditional conceptions of "quality" altogether.
Speaking of "stylistic dyslexia...."
Also? "explodes traditional conceptions" is a total wank cliche.
It's all an elaborate joke, right? Unfortunate millennium (what?) bomfuzzlement (what?!) and finally, "explod[ing] traditional conceptions" doesn't bother me so much as exploding traditional conceptions of quality (WHAT?!).
Yeah. That sounds like a conscious attempt at parody, there.
doesn't bother me so much as exploding traditional conceptions of quality (WHAT?!).
Translation: This record is so interesting, yet incoherent, that whether it's "good" or not is irrelevent.