Isn't Skafish in Urgh?
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.
Uh-huh.
Ahh yes. Athletico Spizz. Ooh, I forgot Magazine was in it. The first post-punk supergroup. (Although so many famous musicians passed through London SS that it seems like it deserves some notation even though they never recorded. Half the Clash, Half the Damned, Chrissie Hynde...)
Just back from seeing Centro-Matic. If they were most any other band, I'd say it was a great show, but for them it was just average.
Best thing at the merch table: a scatter chart of all their albums (they have a shitload). One axis ranked the albums from "Home brewedosity" to "Gleaminess", while the other axis ranked them from "Laidbackosity" to "Rawkedness".
Is Urgh out on dvd? Because I saw that it was on -- but I don't get that channel.
It's never been released on VHS or DVD. I assume that securing the music rights would be quite difficult.
Happy Gordon Lightfoot's birthday everybody.
Aw, I didn't realize it was so soon after Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Day.
Happy Gordon Lightfoot's birthday everybody.
If you could read my mind, love
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Just like an old time movie
About ghost from a wishing well....
I have no problem with Newsom's voice, and I really enjoyed Milk-Eyed Mender, but I'm not yet convinced by Ys. At first listen, the songs meander without really going anywhere. The arrangements are lovely, but there's not enough movement in the songs to maintain my interest.
Of course, I think Devandra is the Emporer's New Clothes.
t on edit after reading further
But Newsom has a deeper purpose here. She's told interviewers that Ys is a kind of confessional-allegorical epic, a "shadow world," whose every lyric corresponds to events in her personal life. It's startling to think that this torrent of imagery—all those swooping birds and stableboys and livestock and "felten and grey" mountains—is part of an elaborate personal mythology, and I'm sure that in the coming months and years the Internet will crackle with efforts to break the code.
See, I don't buy it. I think at best, she's embellishing her craft; at worst, she's making shit up after the fact.