27 January 2007

"play those oldies mister deejay"

Title: untitled ("enjoy.....classic")
Format: cassette tape (90 min)
Date: early january 2006
Packaging: several unique designs, of which this was my favorite (with the words typed on the construction paper):
enjoy
classic

[hey mr. dj...]
1. play those oldies, mr. dj - anthony and the sophomores
2. baby doll - chuck berry
[it's ray charles!]
3. ooh! my soul - little richard
4. soldier boy - the shirelles
5. soldier of love - arthur alexander
6. is it true? - brenda lee
[gladys knight + the pips with a soul full of coca-cola]
7. poor jenny - everly brothers
8. foolin' 'round - patsy cline
9. oh no not my baby - maxine brown
10. walkin' the dog - rufus thomas
[the who drink coke after coke after coke]
11. ain't that peculiar - marvin gaye
12. i'll do a little bit more - the olympics
13. look through any window - the hollies
14. love me til the sun shines - the kinks
[it's summer swingin' with the everly brothers]
15. itsy bitsy p'tit bikini - johnny halliday
16. i don' care if the sun don't shine - elvis presley
17. rain on the roof - the lovin' spoonful
[the boxtops would like to buy the pretty girls a coke]
18. baby it's cold outside - jimmy 'n' wes
19. it's cold outside - the choir
20. don't think twice - the wonder who
21. little boy blue - bobby "blue" bland
22. the fat man - fats domino
[the real thing: jerry lee lewis for coca cola]
23. movie magg - carl perkins
24. saturday night at the movies - the drifters
25. don't sleep in the subway - petula clark
26. elenore - the turtles
27. comic strip - serge gainsbourg
28. sunday morning - margo guryan
[the supremes ask: "want another, honey? another glass of coke?"]
29. south street - the orlons
30. l.s.d. - the pretty things
31. my uncle - flying burrito brothers
32. the boat that i row - lulu
33. teenage blues - barbara lynn
34. every little thing - the beatles
35. stand by me - ben e. king
36. go cry on somebody else's shoulder - f.z. and the mothers of invention (excerpt)

so this was the mix i made a year and almost a month ago, of which the mix i made yesterday is sort of the little sibling, or perhaps child. (you'll notice it inherited two of the same songs - that's allowed, in the family.) it is labelled as follows:

vol. 1

'50s/'60s vs. '05/'06
ageless pop from the soda fountain of youth
jerked by ross of love
insp. by a. a. biggs

inspired specifically by angela's '50s/'60s american/french mix which we listened to driving back from wnkn new years, and made specifically for the three ladies in the car with me. but also obv. also insp. by my childhood oldies radio days (hence "youth"), even though i only remember a handful of these tunes actually being played by WKLX (4, 11, 13, 20, 35; possibly 22 and 25.) i tried to make it seem a bit like a radio broadcast by including selections from this lp i have of coke commercials ("things go better with...") performed by everybody, often in the style or lifting the melody from one of their own hits, sometimes constituting entirely new little mini-songs in their own right. (best punning use of that record since i didn't actually intersperse it while djing the "pop/art" party in kitao.)

meanwhile, the musical selections are probably too widely ranging in both style and date for this to be an accurate portrayal of a '60s-era radio station - but i don't think it's that far off. i did overexaggerate the range of styles, to include country, "hard rock", folk-rock, blues, and even jazz, on top of all manner of soul and pop. i think my favorite thing about the mix is how
nicely that balance comes off - despite the variety, everything seems to relate and coexist naturally. i feel like it would be difficult to achieve that in an encapsulation of the pop-musical world of 2006 with a similarly wide-ranging (albeit admittedly skewed) selection. i also like (and contributing to the radio-effect, for me) the balance between fairly recognizable songs and more obscure ones.

it does stray a little farther into the late '60s than i had really wanted (there's an imprecise but distinct chronological drift to the whole thing) - the thought being that vol. 2 ('60s-'70s vs. '06/'07, presumably) could cover something like 65-76, where this one does roughly 54-66 - mostly to accomodate some recent acquisitions i was excited about.

about the other day's minimix, by the way - which i want to be perhaps the first installment in a monthly (ish?) podcast series - it draws primarily and deliberately on the vein of male vocal pop which i talked about here (pts. 5 and 6) as being underrecognized. also, i hadn't realized this when i made it, but perhaps the opening mamas and papas snippet and title reference can serve as tribute to papa denny (r.i.p.), who died last week. (if you missed it, those are from "california dreamin'", which i decided against actually including despite that absolutely rippin' flute break.)

26 January 2007

in the non-winter of my non-discontent



a Mixtape for ([just] such a) Winter's Day
1. Baby, It's Cold Outside - Jimmy Smith and Wes Montgomery (1966)
2. I Don't Intend to Spend Christmas Without You - Margo Guryan (1967)
3. Dawn - the Four Seasons (1964)
4. A Question of Temperature - the Balloon Farm (1968)
5. Two Divided by Love - the Grassroots (1971)
6. One Two Three and I Fell - Tommy James and the Shondells (1968)
7. A Hazy Shade of Winter - Simon and Garfunkel (1968)
8. The Chills - Peter, Bjorn and John (2006)
9. It's Cold Outside - the Choir (1967)
10. It's Now Winter's Day - Tommy Roe (1966)
11. A Winter's Sky - the Pipettes (2006)

23 January 2007

jazz and silence

how come nobody told me about the clipse ripping off (interpolating?) geggy tah? (oh, i guess that song isn't really on the album.) that's soooo adorably lame of them, i love it. of pharrell really, the nurd.

if you care, the sidebar mixylinks will be fixed soon - in the meantime, i got a hott new setup over @ mymymyspace, with an old-school player that i may just have to install over here as well.

well. well, the whole december-january accounting period is through, fairly enough, and we're fullspeedahead into a whole new thing, which is to say the presentfuture. january is high time to relax, and the entire music community, producers, consumers, and facilitators alike, aptly tends to take things pretty chill this month (even as the movie folks are amping up the apeshit), despite the strong lingering awareness of the annual cycle that we're headed inexorably back into.

this munificent pause in the new-music machine provides a good opportunity - if one can give up continuing to try to catch up on the previous year's muchados [this one's a no-brainer, but futuresex surely deserved a listspot...] - to listen to some old music. (i.e. more than 12 months old.) take last year, when i celebrated the return drive from new years' weekend by creating a mix cassette of '50s-'60s tunes i mostly hadn't really thought about in years. that was something of a jumpstart to a resurgent '60s pop and soul interest i maintained for the rest of the year, and still into now, as you'll have seen below.

so if that's the cycle, i'm coming back around and trying to scratch that little bit deeper this time - i'm not only reading guralnick's book, but trying to follow along with the discography - MR. ROSS O. LOVE just ordered some percy sledge, clarence carter, etta james, jackie wilson, jr. walker, and boxtops from BMG (durnit "multi-unit sets" no longer qualify for free selex, hence no w. pickett, b. bland, r. brown); and meanwhile i've managed to acquire most or all of the tracks on the "r&b: the transition year" segment of PG's dream discography of (pre-internet/reissue boom) hard-to-find classics. kind of miraculous that. so anyway, i'll have plenty to report on. (currently grooving hard on ivory joe hunter's "i almost lost my mind")

meanwhile there's still ample contemporary noisemaking going on: already this year - this week even - i've been to more concerts than i'd seen in the last month and a half of oh-six (well, i guess there was a reason for that). friday it was girl talk @ johnny brenda's, absolutely the most lovely venue i've ever had for waiting 2+ hours to get into a sold out show. so homey and communal, especially running into so many folks there. [hat-tip to the south orangutan crew, john (no relation i presume) the bouncer, (no longer) green-haired katie and friend (sister?), allie chav whom i saw on stage just as gg flipped lady sov, the other allie, and of course steadfast stoic stangoni]

i had something to say about the show in the comments box for this awesomely titled but rather glibly snarky article in stylus (thanks to bedbugs for the nudge - i see neither nick nor anyone else has elected to respond), and i may have more to say later, as i have another bone or two to pick with mr. sylvester. basically, it was everything i'd have expected and hoped for, even though greg didn't get naked. (best bit, hands-down: the guitar rockout from the end of "digital love" over a number of things but most notably "hustlin'", before it got sped up in a rather daft manner.)

the next night was the great and probably late sun destroyers at the tritone, their putative swansong, and easily their best live performance to date (and i would know, i saw all three!) seriously, i found it very affecting, and not just because my roommate's leaving town, or because i'd just had two beers and a jack'n'ginger, or even just because of the alienating and inescapably allegorical effect of the two bright (albeit soundless) TV screens playing goofy commercial outtakes and distracting much of the crowd from the (poorly lit) band on stage, but also because gabe writes some pretty heartbreakingly bleak and unhappy songs. good ones too - check out "bust my face" and especially "objects" at theirspace, though for the full pathos you'd need to hear "dictionary" (which has my favorite SD lyric - "i hold the belief/that i can achieve/more than i can") and the new song about leavings. hokay guys, now you've officially been blogged about. guess you can break up now.

before they played i djed, which was a last-minute surprise because whoever else was going to do it had backed out - thanks to jason painchiller, who organized the evening and also djed after the band's set (hey, that's a pritty nice mix he's got on hisspace too. yay, lovefest@oursspaces!) it's a monthly do (named after probably my favorite fall song too, unless it's "spoilt victorian child") and looks likely i'll stay involved, possibly even help author it into something bigger dancier and more drawful. anyway, i enjoyed my surprise set, which jumped from mostly instrumental funk to a bit of microsomething, and then re-explored a number of choice moments from ¡OhSiX!, with alterations of course. "robot song" worked real nice with whatever i played it into. somehow abba slipped in there too.

and all of a sudden i've got all these other dj gigs coming up - one this friday, then three in february and another two in march (that's counting the mascher monthly, but not further t-t-t-tritone action.) so if you're in philly, you've got no excuse; if not, c'mon and visit! and/or get me to come play your town (i'd like to work on light-travelling laptop gigging capabilities, with the goal being a party in seattle EMP weekend.)

of course, there's really never a total lull in the media cycle. soon as i finish this i'm heading out to pick up the "new" (to you?) shins and of montreal records - in an attempt to demonstrate that downloading doesn't actually hurt record sales, the theory being
that even though i've now actually confirmed that i like both enough to own them eventually, i would have likely bought them on or near the day of release if i hadn't already heard them. something like that. maybe i'll even snag the the good the bad and the queen, which i actually am genuinely excited about, and i need to not let danger mouse make me forget that i'm not allowed to be party to the general damon albarn ambivalence, especially when nasty people are suggesting (rather counterintuitively) that his whole problem is not being able to move past blur. (since when did it become okay to talk about blur like they were uncool? you'd never get away with that about pulp.)

and while i'm at it i'm also gonna pick up some of montreal tickets (because, whoa!) though probably not ylt, not yet. looking forward too to jonada richman, maybe some of the other johnny b's shows, and ... the whole david byrne/fatboy slim/imelda marcos/carnegie hall thing (how can one resist?)

the title of this post, in case you were curious, refers to yet two more forms of sound-preoccupation that are presently forthcoming in this new year of newness. the jazz courtesy of this cat, a publicist for blue note (among others) who's been hooking me up with many more-or-less "modern" records to explore (more or less jazz too - hopefully he's also about to help me out in my soulquest with some sweet stax and specialty sides), getting me unexpectedly pumped up about jazz, and may or may not end up being my neighbor very soon. this-all does bode well for me actually getting back into jazz in the 007, as i've imagined i would sooner or later (free jazz even?) should be some good gristle there. [as side-note - who knows when i'll get around to (mod-)cunchry, but i have been listening to the new keith urban album, randomly, on the basis of thom jurek's perhaps rightly glowing recommendation.] i better hold off for now and save discussing actual music for a future post(s).

as for the silence...looks like that may be one of the few downsides to the brand-spankin'-new (job) i'm about to commence (!)...or who knows, maybe it'll be a blessing in disguise. hey, i could get into silence.

to bed with history

this was my proposal for EMP:

Sharon Jones, Daptone Records, and Soul's Constraining Historicality
Sharon Jones was born fifty years ago - in James Brown's hometown, as she's fond of mentioning - but she didn't put out her debut album until five years ago. That record and its 2005 follow-up - both released on Brooklyn-based, musician-run Daptone records and recorded with that label's younger, mostly white house band, the Dap-Kings - consist of gritty, funky, rawly emotive Soul, of the sort that Jones was surely surrounded by growing up, but that has been strikingly scarce since the mid-'70s.

With their vintage-stylized album artwork and choreographed "super soul revue" concerts, Jones and her labelmates might strike some as "retro" novelty performers or niche-based nostalgia-mongers. But the honesty and artistic integrity of their music defies such facile categorization: this is, undeniably, living and contemporary music, albeit music with strong roots in tradition.

Aside from producing emotionally viable art (and fresh sample-fodder for the likes of Kanye West), how is the Daptone stable relevant to the current musical landscape? Despite inklings of resurgent interest, via reissues, feted comebacks, and newly emergent would-be revivalists, Soul still feels Old, inextricably shackled to its historical originary moment. In an age when decades-old genres from garage-rock to synth-pop, substantially liberated from their historical referents, can enjoy renewed artistic and commercial viability, what is it about Soul that sustains its rarified, ossified, antiquated air?

In considering this question, I'd like to examine Jones and her contemporaries in terms of the stylistic parameters of Soul, the historiography of R&B (including the debatable merits of the '90s neo-soul "renaissance"), the effect of changing performance conventions, production techniques and audience-reception models, and those ever-thorny issues of purity and authenticity, to glean what I can about the music's past, present and future.

it didn't get accepted. (sigh...) oh well. neither did dave's, which i thought would (also) have been a fabulous paper - but both of us are probably still going to attend. at this point i'm really curious and excited to read the abstracts for the proposals that did get accepted.

although it would be nice to think that i might still work on writing something formal and/or in-depth about the topics i raised there...well, who knows, maybe i will, but i'll start by trying to blog about them in some vaguely systematic way. or not.

i've been reading peter guralnick's evidently canonical sweet soul music: rhythm and blues and the southern dream of freedom, which i had figured would be necessary background for my paper, but is also something i possibly should have read years ago. i'm already slightly skeptical about guralnick because of something charles hughes said at EMP last year, part of the incredibly intense q+a session after the girl groups panel that i think i never actually got around to blogging about, in response to xgau's insistence that he "name names" about who he was attacking in his polemical paper (which i'd really like to get my hands on a copy of...i'll try asking him again) arguing that modern female pop acts are equivalent (and deserving comparable appreciation) to "classic"-era girl groups.

what i took from that is that guralnick may be something of a curmudgeon and a rockist (or soulist or whatever), which i suppose isn't an especially relevant concern in terms of a book whose scope is explicitly limited to the 1960s. though i'll keep it in mind as i go. so far i have read the introduction, which seems to do a good job of revealing and grounding his biases (as a listener and lifelong fan, but also an admitted outsider to the history he's reporting on, with a number of preconceptions that he'd to a greater or lesser extent debunked since starting his research.)

the introduction also nicely corroborates my conception (which i didn't have space to elaborate on in my proposal) of the short span and decisive endpoint of Soul:

"Soul music was a brief flowering, really. It first peered out in the mid-1950s, like rock'n'roll, as a kind of alternative to assimilation. It came into its own no earlier than 1960, crossed over by 1965 or 1966, and, despite lingering traces of its influence throughout the culture, was spent as a controlling force by the early '70s." [18]

he also offers a convincing depiction (presumably to be strengthened by the actual content of the book) of soul as the unique product of unique [historical, social, cultural, economic, geographic, etc.] circumstances. perhaps less helpfully for my project - or not, since it's helpful to have something to argue against, if that's even what i would to do - he asserts more or less outright that a popular rediscovery or even a stylistic return or would be impossible, because of the unrepeatable conjunction of those circumstances, and particularly because of the unlikely way in which artists who were in some ways "naive," or at least treading in uncharted waters, were able to achieve phenomenal commercial and popular success:

"I've tried to view it...as a combination...of art and commerce in which the music attained its highest level when the marriage was closest and in the absense of which the form cannot be revived today." [p. 19]

(also: "Soul music...was the product of a particular time and place that one would not want to see repeated, the bitter fruit of segregation, transformed...into a statement of warmth and affirmation" [p. 3])

actually, i agree with him; history of course can't be repeated, and an authentic "revival of the form" is unimaginable. and it's hard to conceive of what a "real" soul revival would look like in the contemporary music milieu (even though in some ways it seems like it might be happening) (would it be like the swing and ska "crazes" of the 1990s? - more on those later...) is it possible to distinguish a "true" stylistic revival from a more general return to relevance that would take some other form?

there's a central problem though, and this is where the (alleged) allegations of guralnick's curmudgeonliness come into play: to him "it almost goes without saying that soul was an incomparably greater form (because it was incomparably more passionate, emotionally expressive and individualistic) than its more celebrated contemporaries" [i.e. motown and the beatles...and also, i think implicitly though maybe i'm reading too much into it, greater than any other pop music that's come along since.]

in some ways i'm tempted to agree again, because there is something incredibly powerful and emotionally expressive about southern soul music, which doesn't necessarily make it "greater" than less nakedly emotional pop or rock, for instance, but does seem extremely special. but if the essence of that music is now gone forever, does that mean that degree of expressiveness married to that level of artistry is destined to remain the province of this one brief historical moment, never to be recaptured or equalled?

it seems clear that that's an unacceptable conclusion. and not an especially hard one to poke holes in. but it's still a tempting trap to fall into, and one that seems to be manifested and reinforced by the mythologizing tendencies that prevail in the discourse surrounding soul music.

18 January 2007

2006 Year-End Mincetacular, pt. 3: more pictures and more words (less music?)

well, i thought all of these albums had very nice covers too, even though they weren't quite as good as the other albums these artists had done:


the sensuous cover is especially nice, and i had really been excited for the album as a follow-up to point, which i still think is one of the most fascinating and underrated records of the decade or what have you. unfortunately, it pretty much amounts to retreading the same sonic territory as point (not necessarily a bad thing) with much less of interest compositionally. since corny's stuff (or at least these two albums) are very much about sonics in a sort of pure, almost scientific sense, sensuous is in some ways a logical extension of point (moving further away from musical structure toward pure unfettered sound.) but it's just not as good. though it is often pretty.

get lonely (nicest mgs cover in a while - maybe ever? - though it would have had even greater impact if it didn't echo some of the come, come to the sunset tree covers i saw that also featured drawings of boxers) was of course highly anticipated by me, seeing as how the last mountain goats album was my undisputed #1 for 2005 (a year i otherwise mostly avoided making rankings.) i guess it's therefore striking that it didn't make my top 20...but that doesn't mean i don't like the album. i do like it, and i've derived quite a bit of enjoyment and consolation from listening to it, but somehow it didn't seem right to judge it on the same basis as other albums i was considering. dunno. "wild sage" is still my favorite - i like playing it on the geetar.

even though i didn't really come to love the mountain goats until sunset tree (though i did like them a lot before that) i feel twinges of fanboy jealousy at their rapidly expanding fanbase (huzzah!) like i really never feel for anyone. it's not even that, it's like - those people don't really understand...but john and me, we understand. i know, it's a larf.

likewise the eraser: nothing wrong with it; it's lovely and i'm listening to it right now. but its most noteworthy feature may be how clearly it demontrates that radiohead is more than the sum of its parts - in much the same way as the earliest john and paul solo albums did for the beatles. which is not just to say that it seems to demonstrate which aspects of r'head's sound are thom's (or nigel's) primary contributions, but that it is easy to hear the idiosyncratic and fallible human being who made this record. radiohead albums, by contrast, seem to me (and to many) to possess an almost superhuman quality, which sometimes makes it hard to believe they're merely the work of a band of musicians (and ordinary people). (again, like the beatles, for me and many.)

the good news is that radiohead aren't broken up. i missed seeing them this summer at the tower theatre (if only i'd known!) but my cousin saw them in sf, and he says that during the concert he would have sworn they were prophets. i can believe that. maybe they'll save the world in 2007.

as for daedelus
...well, i'd rather talk about four tet. jeez dude. did you know that i don't actually love four tet as much as i pretend to? it's kind of a game i play. i do sincerely love a handful of his tracks (mostly the poppy ones, but the pretty ones too), and he's kind of adorable (albeit insane!) in person, but in many ways i probably like him more in theory than in practice. anyway, he put out a lot of stuff in 2006, but as far as i can tell only one reasonably good new poppy production (that would be the just-fine "pockets", which i stretched to make work for two of my mixes, as per the rules.) so i still sort of consider it an off-year for him, even though he released a dj-mix (quite nifty, in fact, though rather sktrbrned) and the way-way-out two-part "exchange series" collabo w/ drummer steve reid (released under his given name, which might have been a clue - i only have vol. 2, thanx to tower-recs blowout, and i'm not sure i've actually been able to sit through the whole thing yet - i'm just not sure i'm ready to make that level of commitment to him.)

however, where sr. hebden really let me down was with the simply hideous art design of his (otherwise welcome, though not particularly remarkable - madvillain mix aside) remixes. this from the guy who brought us one (if not two or even three) of the most beautiful album covers in recent memory. i apportion no blame to the nice mr. jason evans, who photographed those covers (as well as manitobou's lovely album covers - by the way, based on jeremy juniorboys's comments, dan snaith really might save the world this year) and also did the photo for remixes. the remixes photo is not half bad - vaguely reminiscent of hrvatski's swarm and dither but with glass birds rather than tin mechanical ones (which seems fitting for mr. tet.) no, it's pretty much all about the big neon orange block lettering, or to be more precise how they fit with the music.

(and don't even get me started on this monstrosity. the alb's decent, though it's nowhere near as good (particularly as an album) as summer sun. oh you goofy critics. (plus, maybe the best song on it, "black flowers," sounds like nothing so much as a summer sun outtake.)

[in case you hadn't noticed, this post is mostly an excuse for me to talk about artists that i will continue to love no matter what they do.]

[why do i seem to be so preoccupied with cover art? well, it's interesting, isn't it? (i am an art historian, yknow.) possibly its a subtle form of rebellion against the internetification of music appreciation, which has tended toward the disregard of album artwork. really, worthwhile album design oughtta be the riaa's number one weapon against 'piracy.' take for instance that new menomena disc, at least is what i hear.]

hum hum hum...
other partial disappointments: well neither the dj shadow nor beck albums made me fall in love with them, but then i didn't have very high expectations. actually, the information is pretty fun to listen to, and definitely a step from the kinda joyless guero (or sea change, thank gawd - though i don't actually dislike that album as much as i pretend to) - it's just still so beck-by-numbers, and i don't know how i feel about him ripping off everyone's grooves so blatantly. let's put it this way - i still haven't started creating the cover for my copy. eh, i don't think he'll ever get his spark back, but that's okay. we'll always have mbv. (midnite bloody vultures!)

game theory is fine, and even pretty interesting, but i don't like it nearly as much as the tipping point, which in turn i think struck me more than phrenology did. point being that the roots' critical hype seems to wax and wane in ways i do not agree with. it is nice that people still like them. (but really, there are some pretty mediocre 'hooks' on that album.) (and it's not just because ttp is 'pop' - though i don't get why people had such a problem with that - i also think the rapping is better.)

[sheesh, enough about albums already, right? let's talk about some music and stuff. as my estimable colleage p. baker has writ.]

on the other hand, what do i know about rapping? i continued to only pay partial attention to hip-hop in 2006, at least by the standards of the musosphere as a whole. (if i just made that word up, i'm really glad, because it needed to exist.) (nope - apparently alex ross and carl wilson have used it before - the one to talk about the other, even. so that puts me in very estimable company. yum.) wait, where was i? oh yeah, pretending to feel guilty about not listening to a lot of hip-hop. eh, screw that. i pulled the "well excuse me if i'm not interested in hearing about your coke deals again" line earlier, but that's kinda facile and misrecognizing: actually, i'd be happy to hear about them (though, does it have to be so cryptic, with the slang and all? or are you worried they'll find out what you're doing?)...i just haven't gotten around to it yet. whatever. i still like rap, you know that. (except...it's kind of not so interesting anymore when it's just done straight-up, is it? i dunnnnno.) (i think part of my issue is that i feel like it somehow deserves an equal amount of attention to, oh, that other genre "pop/rock." which is just a losing battle.)

[incidentally: i loooove the way lady sovereign says "i dunno" at the beginning of "love me or hate me," right after she says "it's officially the biggest midget in thuh game." haven't actually checked the lady sov full-length (it was those nasty pitchfork blokes that put me off it - though to be honest i didn't really love her ep last year either) but that track is pretty sweet. really i'm just a sucker for a synth. more on that in jes a sec.]

meenwhile, alyssa asked me whether i still listen to rock. not a bad ? actually. the answer is yes. (hey, just the other night i listened to the 2nd franz ferdinand album and that scanners album that i really wanted to like more than i do. plus, i'll listen to, like, the stooges. do big star count?) the question, however, is what do you mean by rock, exactly. even the strokes, and certainly phoenix, i feel are almost pop with guitars. i mean, you can dance to 'em, rite? ok i know that's a ridiculous thing to say. anyway otherwise ashlee simpson (and the veronicas, and lindsay too) were responsible for the rock that i enjoyed the most in '06. plus the yellow pills guys. though not - i'm sorry fella - the latter-day rand[y?] windburn thing he sent me.)

[i admit it: i kind of just don't listen to punk. i did buy my first minutemen and wire and vintage pere ubu albums this year. and i listened to them and certainly appreciated them and even enjoyed them. just, not that much. i'll stop talking about this now.]

[one thing that comes to mind is the oakley hall album (gypsum strings - their second of two albums from '06!) that i picked up whimfully two weeks ago. that quite rocks, in a wholly non-pop (which isn't to say unmelodic) manner, and i quite enjoy it. it's all rootsy! rather ripped! it's like that there neil young (whose work i haven't yet, but after seeing heart of gold decided i should, really begun explore in earnest)

also, i must confess: i listened to the wolf parade album for the first time the other day, and i liked it. a lot, even. (still not crazy about the production, which was always my reaction when i'd hear them in passing - but - them're some good songs!) mayhaps 007 will see me start to care about indirok again, somewhat.

though it's looking like it may start with me finally getting rid of a bunch of the early-00s indi schtuff that has been occupying large portions of my cd shelves, well-behaved and largely undisturbed. though meanwhile i find myself quietly but continually compelled to complete my complement of, like, lampchop and low lps, as used-bins obligingly allow. the fate of the (bruno-dubbed) indiaspora is as yet unwrit.]

about guitars, though
. doesn't it just seem like they're more limited than synthesizers? yeah, you can do a lot of cool things with guitars, and make them sound like a lot of things. but you can make a synthesizer sound like (and do) anything! (you can also make a guitar into a synthesizer, and accomplish the same thing - but for some reason not many people seem to do that - in fact the only one i've really noticed is david byrne, who's been doing it live for a while now. i'm probably just not paying attention tho.)

and i refuse to accept that synths can't convey "human ee-motion" the way guitars can. what, b/c you can bend notes? you think synths can't do that? whatever - exhibit A: synths, still, after all these years of them being quote-unquote "novel[ty]," have an absolutely uncanny evocative emotional effect. often even when they're not used in particularly interestingly. guitars can have that effect too, but i don't think it's nearly so inherent in them. maybe it's just me. but then again, it's not.

iain't try'na say: "synths are the future, submit. guitars drool." just - it's nothing new, but synths remained ascendant in 2006. i'm not even going to name names (they're all over my mix, which i just know you wanted me to link to again; hence the subtitle, or whatever it is.) okay, one: "what you know." word. alright, two: timbaland. [soo happy he's back running the show, instead of whatever else he's been doing since miss e... showed us the future all of 6.5 years ago. oh yeah, i guess there was some other stuff with missy and justin in the interim - but still, he's been missed.] see, that's how to get me interested in hip-hop. or rock [delays] or even indie idiosyncretism [beirut?] or...hot chip? [hm, not sure yet] anyway...sosumi, i'm synth slut.

as for dance pop - what, did you expect me to have been writing about dance-pop? - well, you know, it doesn't even hardly have to try. yeah, it's almost just boring at this point.

electrognika, on the other hand
...i also feel lost in. sorta just not as popular, innit? or it's not accessible the way it used to be, back when 90% of what mattered (or what i was aware of) seemed to be on warp and astralwerks, which were well-distributed and often easy to come by cheap/usedly (because, i think, more people were checking it out or, at least, there was a smaller range of releases to check out.) sorry, i've been listening to the chemical brothers lately (yeah, their most recent album is decidedly inferior; but come with us still kicks! and that seemed like a dinosaur even in '02) and i just sort of miss big beat. though not idm so much (in theory i would like to have checked out the '06 aphx and sqrpshr albums, but...)

now - well, i guess i can begin to accept that kompakt, playhouse, perlon, bpitch, and what-have-you have more or less inherited that tradition (right?) but it still feels like a different (hipper/more underground/definitely less accessible) tradition that has not so much inherited as supplanted the other one. (where did it go? that basement jaxx album was so resolutely enh, with all it had going for it. why do [some] electronica producers just seem to lose their touch? they're so uncool now! even dj shadow's not immune - he's not going to be able to fool us much longer that this genre-jumping shenanigans constitute "artistic integrity.") bbbut. yes, there is ghostly - i feel their groove (dug the idol tryouts comp from this year; spectral sounds too though it was sort of hard to get into), and i like the fact that they're american (despite the "int'l.") and their stuff is at least somewhat available. (didn't somebody say force tracks was coming back too? oh, the luomo disc is pretty nice, though that's neither here nor there maybe.)

i guess part of my issue has to do with a dearth of personality. maybe i'm just not approaching it right. but although the stuff definitely sounds cool, i just have a really hard time getting into, for example, villalobos, or really any of the kompakt guys. on the other hand...maybe that's because i more or less just know them through mixes and compilations. [still no dice on finding a copy of alcachofa, let alone for a reasonable price - $15 or thereabouts would be do nicely - i've been searching for years! this is a "modern classic," people, it should be around!] i did manage to grab isolée's wearemonster - at a bargain thanks only to tower's final mad rush - that one's lovely. (but that's '05.) more like this please? i think maybe i'm disappointed about where the microhouse train seems to be ending up.

personality is not a problem, needless to say, for the likes of matmos, daedelus, ratatat [do they remotely count?], the dfa [those remix volumes are almost obnoxiously undeniably high- quality. i haven't heard the lcd-nike joint, yet.] even ellen allien [mostly cuz i came to crush on her via berlinette, but orchestra of bubbles has plenty of its own spunk, some of which makes it feel in places, like a mini big beat revival(!)] or, of course, for the knife.

oh, lovely lovely the knife. silent shout was the perfect, and perfectly realized, compromise between all that "minimal" claptrap (maybe we're not supposed to still call it that, but as you can tell that befits the kind of effect it's had on me thus far, musically at least, if not psychologically) and, you know, pop music. which makes it especially satisfying, not to mention extremely exciting, that it's apparently breaking through to a considerable extent (well, considering the circumstances!) let this be a test for what the power of the 'fork (ok, and the musosphere by extension) can accomplish.

incidentally, i've been bumping deep cuts all the time, almost obsessively - hard to believe it didn't get more recognition on its initial release: as far as i'm concerned it's easily the equal of its successor in terms of quality, and it's a hell of a lot more approachable. and not even that much less unique. guess it's too late for "heartbeats" to actually be a stateside hit, huh? matthew pointed out this evening that it (the album) is reminiscent of prime björk. good call, and now i will not start writing about björk, because it will make me cry. [ah...butbutbut...what's this? b-b-bjerk w/ b-b-beats? would you believe that hasn't happened in nearly ten years? and timbaland beats, no less? does this mean it's safe to dare to hope?]

[ETA: personality also less of an issue for rex the dog, who has made definitely the most fun stuff that i've heard from the kompakt kamp - looks like album coming soon, so yay! same for lindstrøm, whose album i really need to cop. though maybe what i just mean is that these guys have made my favorite (and the catchiest) singles that i've heard (which may also not be saying much.) that is, e.g. "personality" (=personability) is poppiness - it just means having some memorable quality, making it possible to relate. maybe that's not right though. wow, the rex the dog website is seriously adorable.]

[oh yeah, i guess there was this dubstep business too. i'm intrigued. i did get the various album (tower again!) (can we just call them various productions, please? that's at least slightly less confusing) and i remain unenlightened. i'm not really sure what's going on, except that there's an uncredited remix of a certainly, sir song ("secret stone," retitled "sir," for those paying attention) which is probably the best thing on the album. and my copy of that certainly, sir ep is still missing presumed dead. will burial or kode9 or whomever see domestic release? what if they, like, win the mercury prize or something?]

perhaps i better say something about dance-pop after all. in case it bears/needs repeating: as of 2006, i am officially a big smiling unapologetic Lover of Pop. i already was all of those things (smiling, unapologetic, a pop-lover, big perhaps not), but now it's official. and, as i may have mentioned, '06 was in some ways a banner year for Pop. chartywise. can we make a list of the (let's say just american) pop stars who released albums this year?

christina aguilera, justin timberlake, jessica simpson, beyonce, ciara, christina milian, amerie (apparently?), mariah carey, janet jackson, madonna (the live thing, yember?), prince, gwen stefani, nelly furtado, cassie, rihanna, jojo, paris, fergie, p!nk, mary j. blige (ok, late 05 - then let's count pussycat dolls too), (hannah montana, aly+aj, et al, if we even wanna count them)....

maybe better to ask; who (of significance) didn't?
britney spears. um, michael jackson. hilary duff. kelly clarkson (girl should get busy.) (ashlee/lindsay/avril/skye, but that's almost a separate issue; besides they were doing other things.)

is that a made point? possibly every year has this much pop in it, i'm just paying more attention now then ever (which isn't to suggest that i've heard most or even many of these albums)? but i kind of don't think so. in any case, it's kind of a brilliant time to be a poptimist. only trouble is, there is a noticeable lack of really stunning pop singles. it's certainly a far cry from '03 (the year of "crazy in love," "ignition remix," "hey ya," et al. - the year that ignited the fire of my poplust that has since been fanned into a blaze.) no "toxic" or "1 thing" or "since you been gone" either. i refuse to accept "crazy" as the best thing on offer...but then there's nothing that really jumps out as an alternative. ("my love" is gorjess and all but...no. btw, for a fun game: try singing its title to the tune of "my humps.") except, of course, for "4ever." no, even that's not that incredible.

guess that means we're counting on britney to pull through for us next year. you just know she's gonna do it too. everyone's rooting for her! there has never been a better moment! c'mon brit, make the single - nay, the album of the decade - i dare ya!

one thing i realized recently; a tradeoff inherent in becoming a pop dude - although it means that the music is more readily available, the albums easy to find, and also generally quite cheap, relatively soon, if not right away; concert tickets become more or less prohibitively expensive (and way less desirable, i think, given the venues and whatnot.) or else, in the case of european (or other international) pop acts, concerts are nonexistent, and albums generally also prohibitively expensive (only on import, and maybe rare even then) - but it's pretty easy to download them, (and easy to feel justified doing so, as there's not much of an alternative.)

for some reason i don't feel that way about downloading similarly overpriced and rare and import-only electronica albums. maybe that's because it seems like they are available here in the states, which may be an illusion caused by the sense that there's at least more of a community (djs, right, and bloggers?) here that's interested in them. or maybe it's just cause they're harder to download (at least on acquisition.) yeah, that makes more sense. though the personality problem persists (and, as discussed earlier, would only be exacerbated by listening to them in mp3-playlist form.)

yup.
that, i believe, is that. it appears i have just conducted a haphazardly systematic survey of my prevailing thoughts and opinions about the musical milieu, circa right now. i'm not sure that's what i intended, but it's not a bad way to end one year and start another (belatedishly), takin' stock and all that.

and now i reckon it's time for this ballyhooey to whimper out, since i don't sense any more bangs coming on. full speed ahead into 2007, then. i might almost be ready - post-end-of-year-binge remission seems to be wearing off. i'm not quite up to the level of anticipating new releases yet (good thing i got a headstart on of montreal and the shins.) but i have been digging back into the past - good thing to do in january (a la last year's 50's/60's vs. '05/'06 mixcassette, which i'd like to document hereabouts sometime soon) (1st anniversary!) in this case, i'm reading peter guaralnick's sweet soul music, something i possibly should have done ages ago (and i was intending as research for my EMP paper. but...just found out i didn't get accepted into EMP - more on that later perhaps - so scratch that.) since the paper's not happening, i'll try to channel some of the thoughts here instead, perhaps beginning with some running commentary as i read guaralnick.

what else to look for in coming weeks/months:
• my rejected EMP proposal, and more stuff about soul
• the mysterious liquid silver crystals
• a late '90s dj-mix (10th anniversary edition)
• maybe a funky groovin' mix (based on an inspiration i got tonight)
• that oldies tape, and if we're lucky, some of the other tapes i made early last year
• indie vs. pop vs. indiepop vs. .....but really, why so confrontational?
• thoughts on my burgeoning dj career
• ???

13 January 2007

2006 Year-End Mincetacular, pt. 2a: Mixies

didn't you notice i'd forgotten about something? i encounter mix[tape/cd/mp3]s distinct enough a form from artist albums - and i was sufficiently tuned into them this year - that they deserve their own list. (also that way i had more room on the albums list.) for officialish, non-discriminatory purposes (like j'n p), night ripper is still my ostensisble #2 AotY.

sans plus adieu:

1. Night Ripper by Girl Talk
!!!!!!!! oh man. what is to be said. i'll admit it's not as consistent as one would want. my sister and i, studying it carefully on a drive to new york, realized there's a significant dip in quality after the first five or six tracks, from which it doesn't fully recover until around track 10 - the beginning of several longer-form interweavings built around "hollaback girl," "1, 2 step" (two of the best traxx of the millennium, easy), "kryptonite," and, um, "oh" (ludacris and ciara are all over the mix, from the get-go - not that that's a bad thing.) it's still an open question for me whether its astonishingly durable pleasurability is due simply to a truly profound level of sheer pop factor (such a density of hooks that the "novelty" apparently never loses its potency), or to something more subtle and structural (and indeed, i've found i enjoy it all the more as its familiarity increases.) either way...holy geez. it's not often you find this much happyment crammed into such an unassuming package. [oh yeah, shame about the artwork - ò if that.]

2. DJ-Kicks by Henrik Schwarz
this series seems to keep getting better and better. (four tet's installment was easily my favorite thing he did this year, which isn't saying a lot despite appearances - more later.) i'd never heard of this schwarz fella, but he seems to be doing something closer to what i'd theoretically like to do than anyone i'm aware of. to wit; elucidate the rapport between modern, electronics-based dance music and (almost inevitably, vintage) soul. he emphasizes the groove-based, cerebral and spiritually impassioned elements of that kinship (that might sound contradictory, but he does) - whereas i'd like to draw out more melodic, humanistic, pop aspects (something along the lines of this crossed with girl talk, actually) - but he does it in such a perceptive and compelling way - i think it's fair to say the results are breathtaking.

3. Soul Sides, Volume One (compiled by Oliver Wang)
definitely more of a mixtape than a compilation, if you catch my drift. the numero group's eccentric soul series continued to unearth some serious marvels this year, and i've found plenty to enjoy on the two-volume atlantic unearthed as well, but neither approached the personability of this trawl through soulmasta o-dub's personal vault of favorites, even if it doesn't all carry the cachet of the ultra-rare. honestly, it's worth it for the opening track alone, the truly stunning "i'll keep my baby warm," which i feel guilty about including on a mix of my own (but i finally just did it anyway.) it may lack the creds of being a true-school vinyl collector, but on balance i'm happy enough to let good folks like oliver do the dirty work and reap the benefits by buying their cd comps. especially when the fruits are as tasty as this. (and volume 2 is apparently in the works!)

4. Rainbow-Styling by Ross of Love
by which i actually mean both of the dj mixes i made in a digital format this year, only one of which is actually titled rainbow-styling, but both of which fit nicely on one cd-r and, i imagine, complement each other ok. you might say ¡OhSiX! is the more fitting choice, considering the amount of self-love it's been generating, but these two similarly, and perhaps more accurately, reflect my personal dvlpmt as a livingroom dj, and as a listener, in 2006. both were mixed "live" on my cd decks and turntable, and edited using garageband. r-s is comprised of "normal" dance music, whatever that means [favorite moment - xtina vs. lindstrøm, c. 14:03-15:20]; the other track (which i've been calling "soul vs. dancepop, vol. 1") is a stab at the cross-pollinating agenda mentioned above [reasonably successful although i do get distracted genrewise; the thelma houston/ciara mash is perhaps representative.] in some sense, i guess this is the apex of my achievement for the year. so i hope that means it's good. anyway...i just really like listening (and dancing!) to it. okay? [trizzzacklistings here, btw.]

5. Space is the Place (for Dancing) by Jube
wanna give a shout-out to the ilx dj thread, even though i'm evidently not cool (and/or electro-savvy) enough for them (unless somebody ever responds this, in which case perhaps i am), since it's recently been of a source of some inspiration, and hopefully not too much procrastination (thanks in part to many dead YSI links.) that's where i found this nifty trippy mix, aptly billed as "a lengthy excursion to the dance cosmos." in addition to a lovely, relaxed overall flow, i like how it's not afraid to get poppy at times despite its generally more minimal vibe (although i still think nobody can rock that j-tim track like me.) it introduced me to some choice cuts ("yes boss" and that kate bush rmx) and also clinched my love for "never be alone." still can't figure out which track is responsible for the keyboard bit that comes in at around 55:00, but that's a highlight too. well, right on. (jeffery mac's much lauded meditations in dub is indeed quite nice too.)

10 January 2007

2006 Year-End Mincetacular, pt. 2: Albs

'sokay, that was, on multiple levels arguably, the most narcissistic er at least indulgent bit of thing i've written in a good month at least. it does capably fulfill the official mandate of this blog, for what that's worth. the mix itself, of course, is itself the most substantial piece of fin d'annee recapping i'm probably capable of, and hopefully delving back into it in that fashion gives some helpful context as far as my relationship to the music and artists. which has got to be the relevant part of any personal music blog (except for this one, which is putatively just about deconstructing mixmakery. or something.) so if nothing else, it's a way to avoid delusions of objectivity. anyhoo, this is turning into a recap of the recap of the recap, so i'll nip that nth level of meta in the bud and shift gears.

here's a list:

1. Paris by Ms. Hilton
2. Silent Shout by the Knife
3. State of The Ark by the Ark
4. So This Is Goodbye by Junior Boys
5. First Impressions of Earth by the Strokes
6. Ys by Joanna Newsom
7. Still Me, Still Now by Amy Diamond
8. People Gonna Talk by James Hunter
9. This is my Demo by Sway
10. Let's Get Out of this Country by Camera Obscura
11. Pretty Scary Silver Fairy by Margaret Berger
12. 'Sno Angel Like You by Howe Gelb
13. B'Day by Beyonce
14. The Secret Life of the Veronicas by the Veronicas
15. Cassie by Cassie
16. Writer's Block by Peter Bjorn and John
17. Fundamental/Fundamentalism by Pet Shop Boys
18. A River in Reverse by Elvis Costello & Allen Toussaint
19. The Rose Has Teeth in the Mouth of a Beast by Matmos
20. Fox Confessor Brings the Flood by Neko Case

oh-six was, i think, a pretty good year for albums. very possibly better than it was for songs, or at least singles. it was a fantastic year for artists, and a pretty great one for music overall - i'll try to explain what i mean in pt. 3, if we get there (and if i can figure it out myself.) but, um. i certainly bought a lot of CDs last year - i haven't made a final tally, but my average rate of acquisition kept pretty good pace with the days, so it was probably in the low-to-mid 300s. (enough that whenever i get around to putting everything out of binders and away post-mixmkaing, -djing, and -travel, i'll be seriously screwed for shelf space.) probably less than a quarter of those were from '06, but that's still a lot.

meanwhile, i also didn't buy a lot of albums last year - rather, i owe my so-called possession of them to the so-aptly-called acquisition, the tool of choice for my most prolonged and active period of downloading since my first few years of college. records i heard this way included a lot of the capital-p pop that was my obvious obsession for the year, a smattering of hyped indie stuff that mostly left me cold, and four albums that made it onto my top 20 list (three of which are only available by scandinavian import - the fourth is the beyonce disc, which i'm sure i'll find used soon enough.)

those four beat fairly significant odds, in that i'm still decidedly, though not deliberately, averse to the notion that an iTunes playlist (now with a little square jpg in the corner!) can constitute an "album". it may have less to do with the issues of materiality (though they are relevant) than with the simple nature of how i listen to music on the computer vs. off. even though my laptop is connected to my stereo, i'm usually computing while i listen to iTunes, which means i'm not focused on the music the way i would be while washing the dishes or riding the subway (or lying on the rug, which was my deep-listening pose of choice this year.) also, playlists are so easily interrupted, resequenced, and cherrypicked from - often accidentally - that the listening experience keeps changing, unlike the constancy i'm used from CDs (despite my ADD-DJ proclivities.)

well, whatever the cause, it's just the truth that i have a hard time realizing a coherent reaction to an album of mp3s, at least until i've burned it to a disc and sharpied a pretty label on it. (and even then i can never resist filling the cd-r to near-capacity, which for pop stuff usually works out to two albums.) so that was an impediment to my listmaking, an unpredictable variable that lead me to continually second-guess my own opinion. i'm tempted to say amy diamond's high placement is partially in compensation for that (as well as for snubbing her on the mix), since i'm still not sure i'm 100% familiar with every track on it, even though they all have a play count of at least 7 (and that's before i burned it.)

another significant issue was how much to rate pop albums in terms of albumness as opposed to straight-up average song quality - i.e. allowing dynamite singles to compensate for lackluster filler - i discussed some questions surrounding this issue in this post. my answer is basically that consistent quality and some degree of cohesiveness (sonic or conceptual, for example - yo la tengo suffered mightily on that point, as well as length) are more or less crucial to a good album. if that makes me an albumist, well that's okay. actually, the only finalists to which this really applies are cassie - whose album, i decided, really is impressively consistent, with only a few throwaways - and the veronicas, who may not absolutely deserve the placement, but do for sentimental reasons (i think buying that album was the official starting point of my teenpop craze) as well as circumstantial ones (nobody else really released a decent guitar pop album in 06, save the strokes.)

obviously, these lists are always works in progress. [i still owe ciara, lily allen, the pipettes, and probably justin t. some more concerted listens in the itunes camp; ditto juana molina, sparks, nellie mckay, and a few more on cd - not to mention the barbara morgenstern, the gothic archies, hot chip, califone, beirut, lindstrøm, the radio dept., and plenty more i've only heard partially or not at all....i hear some people liked the hold steady album too.] still, it's a good thing we force ourselves to make lists now, because in six months time when i've heard all that stuff it'll be nearly impossible. besides, i'm a fairly firm believer that a list should try to reflect what you actually listened to during the year, and not the albums you spent december cramming into your skull and trying to force an emotional attachment with to make up for all those months of neglect. (ergo, apologies to marit larsen - it wasn't you, it was me; our timing was just off.)

ok, now for some real fun, here's that list again, with cover art assessments (and star ratings) and other assorted commentary.

i hope this isn't a surprise to anybody at this point. i feel like i've written enough about it to give pause to all haters (most of it in this utterly uncompromising post, which i really ought to go back and re-read sometime.) of course that's a laughable notion - and in fact i've barely bothered to take the haters on at all (dave et. al. have done a more than admirable job on her and my behalf, not that that's helped either.)

in sum? short a robyn or come and get it, this is as close as 2006 got to perfection in dance-pop album form, but it's more than that, and it's also more than just the ultimate galvanizing test case for pop prejudice - it is in its own way utterly unique and boldly experimental. take that!

anyway, hm, that cover actually looks halfway decent designwise without all the clutter of the promo stamp, ad sticker, and price tag that are on my copy. (it also looks lighter, which helps.) i like the red floral business in the upper left, and the simplicity of the typeface. still, she looks bored (very inappropriately!), and her outfit and posture are preposterous and nott hott. nor are they going to help encourage anyone to take her srsly.
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really pleasantly surprised about the reception this has been getting in the year-end sweepstakes (pitchfork #1 in particular, but also quite a good showing generally.) on the other hand, i've been listening to deep cuts compulsively for the past week or so and am now very confused about why that album was so widely slept on, "heartbeats" notwithstanding.

i love how the cover looks like that kids' art thing where you put little plastic rings together and then bake them (what's that called?) i assume it's supposed to look like a speaker grille, but i might have made that up. anyway, gorgeous and very fitting design, especially with the matte paper. (my copy doesn't have the purple stuff in the corner, it's on a sticker on the case.)
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i guess it's not technically '06? whatever. solid solid album top to bottom. great balance of sarcasm and sincerity, and of pop (synths!) and rock (guitars!), for cross-platforming appeal. both more honest and more fun than scissor sisters or the darkness. they should blow up.

nifty cover too.
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easily the most beautiful album i heard this year. achingly. and you can even dance to some of it.

i tend to like the jbs design conceptually more than in execution, though this is a step up from the bland uberminimalism of the debut. nice typography.
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some kind of odd silent-treatment backlash going on, or the reverse-psychology marketing non-strategy seriously backfired, or whatever, but no way this is mediocre enough to justify the degree to which its been ignored. sure, it takes a couple-three listens (most of it does anyway - tell me "razorblade" doesn't get you in its first ten seconds), but a few minutes ago the strokes were plenty beloved enough to earn the benefit of the doubt. i guess the is this it? bandwagon was overloaded with trend-jumpers, but since when is rock 'n' roll passé?

lurve the blokes' sophomoric bent for appropriating fine artworks, but this one doesn't quite make it for me as the cover, bold though it is. major points off for the fugly PA sticker (which is for visual content, btw, not language.) the overall design concept, inside the booklet is laughably grandiose, but still pretty cool.
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oh, dear. i really wanted ys to be my number two album of the year, since according to wkpd, paris was named for being similarly wonderful to its namesake city (in breton - "par-Ys," you see. not that i really believe that.) unfortunately, i can't quite bring myself to love it as much as i'm love with the idea of loving it. o those devilish expectations. then there was the part where i got hit by a car on my way to her concert. aw well, i still have to finish reading this essay; maybe it will help me to fully actualize my admiration. in the meantime, it's still lovely to listen to.

ok. i do seriously love the packaging (that's part of the problem, almost) - the cover portrait falls a little short, in that it doesn't entirely look like her, and also i don't like the way the title is written. it's the gilded edges on the booklet that really make it though.
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yay, amy! how can you not grin? she's like, the modern shirley temple. except less annoying. amy reached all kinds of new people in '06 - stylus staffers, barbadian preteens, my dad - who knows how many hearts she'll have conquered by the end of this year - let alone by the time she's old enough to vote.

oh yeah, also "it can only get better" brings me to tears.

this is a completely preposterous cover. the checkered part looks like photoshop before the image has loaded. the font is way too busy it's not even a very good picture of her (the one on her debut's way cuter.) but i don't really care.
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was my dark-horse #1 for a worrying while - then fortunately the second half of the year happened. i still love what james is trying to do, almost as much as i love how darn good he is at accomplishing it. i somehow imagine plenty of people not turned off by the one would be stymied by the other. call him a semi-fascist throwback if you must; but really, what's so bad about an uncannily soulful mellowed-out scotsman. btw, he can't possibly be as unlucky in love as his lyrics suggest.

a nice cover all around. nothing flashy; appropriately retro without abandoning tastefulness. good shot of him (though his cartoons of himself are even better.) i especially like the colors and layout of the words.
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forget grime - this is straight hip-hop, accent notwithstanding. "when you do UK rap you're number 2" sez mr. dasafo - well not in my book, in this case anyway. i'm grateful to this album for assuring me that i'm not actually losing my taste for rap, i'm just largely unsatisfied with its current trends (though hyphy may merit some further exploration.) is it wrong that i'm just not that interested in coke dealing? sway as a whole package - rhymes, personality, content, even skits - won me over way more than any other rapper this year (rhymefest is a close second, lupe fiasco a distant third), and this album is immensely listenable. "products" is like the hip-hop "LDN," "little derek" oozes charisma, and there's even an old-school summer love jam. i have to rep since even the stylusers that were all 'bout it a year ago seem to have moved elsewhere. shame, really.

actually, the cover's pretty interesting. i like the buildings. not sure why he's wearing that union jack kerchief, does he not want us to see his face?
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this one hung on by sheer force of personality, i guess, since i can never convince myself its actually that good until i put it on. the secret highlight is "country mile," though the one i always get in my head (besides the singles) is "dory previn." [was going to say something about b+s, but i changed my mind. that means CamObs win.]

the only way in which this is not an improvement over underachievers please try harder (okay, well except for the title) is the cover art (no longer by stuart murdoch, one might point out.) i like it in theory, but that box with the words is kind of ugly, the wallpaper doesn't work the way it should, and her expression is annoyingly unreadable. y'all know that's not traceyanne campbell, right?
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whooo! possibly a benificiary of last-minute enthusiasm (especially since i walked around philly listening to this album yesterday, and that's when it really, really clicked) and mp3-guilt counterbalancing, but who cares. what a joy! "robot song" has surely been sufficiently championed by now, but i'm not even sure that's the best song on the album anymore. "get physical" is gloriously robotic in its own right; "naive (16)" sounds like lily allen without the snark. perhaps amusingly, it was "will you remember me tomorrow" that was in my head when i woke up today.

has anyone noticed how similar this album is to anniemal? just listen to the intro track. if the hipsters don't pounce soon there's no justice in this world. (only, why does the last track make me think of garbage?)

c'mon now. all that and she looks like a '60s fashion icon?
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this might have been the most original sounding thing i heard all year; experimental in the true sense of the word, and a resoundingly successful experiment. perhaps it only seems that way 'cuz howe gelb is such a weirdball; it's such a simple, even obvious premise - rootsy-folksy songwriter meets gospel choir - that it must have been done before. but howe's peculiar artlessness lends it a preternatural charm and a refreshingly unstudied optimism, gently but convincingly underscored by the voices of praise.

plus there's the beautiful, preposterous pun of the title. which is aptly mirrored in the perfectly-conceived cover.
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still not 100% sold on this as an album - though i like that it only has ten songs - but screw that, it's solid. seems like it should have kickstarted at least a half-dozen new catchphrases ("freakum dress," "get bodied," etc.) most surprisingly, there's more soulfulness here - if not flat out soul ("suga mama," notably) - than much else i've heard this side of sharon jones. well-deployed curtis sample on the closer too.

this cover commits many of the same sins as paris (vacant expression, bizarro unsexy outfit) but at least it's well lit and has nice clouds in the background. i kind of like the gothicy lettering. she does look like a robot though.
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this was the year teenpop truly broke for me, and this was the album that did it. "4ever" has come to overshadow the rest of it, and its true that it never regains the awesomeness of the first three tracks (=first three singles), but it's strong straight through, with nothing i'd really call filler even though it seems like it wants to be. the shift in tone is admittedly abrupt. still sorta mad at them for cancelling their opening slot on the ashlee tour.

boring cover although i appreciate that it's something other than a vampy picture of them. given their fashion sense that might have been disastrous.
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a surprisingly solid full-length (as i've mentioned before) which gets great mileage out of its (relatively unique) r'n'b-meets-electro-minimalism m.o. much credit due to producer-writer-mastermind-guest rapper ryan leslie, from whom i look forward to hearing more.

for some reason her pose on this cover makes it seem like she's overweight. (which she definitely isn't.) not that it's an unattractive picture, though a little meh. would've been cool to see something more in line with the sleek modernism of the music.
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again, struggling with its albumness somewhat. hook for hook and song for song i definitely prefer their earlier falling out. some of the numbers here are too cutesy ("amsterdam") or meandering ("roll the credits") for my taste, but they're balanced out by the nifty "chills,"
weirdly intoxicating "poor cow," and flat-out awesome and nearly epic "up against the wall."

not sure what's going on with this cover. i like the idea of them as buildings, but the title pun is...not even really a pun. cool lettering at least.
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ah yes. the return to synthpop form, several years too late to be trendy about it. not that they care. actually the slower, dramatic tracks ("numb," "i made my excuses...," "indefinite leave to remain") work much better than the synthpop ones ("minimal" and "i'm with stupid" are fun to dance to, but their lyrics unfortunately kind of live up to their titles.) that is, at least until the crack team of remixers get their hands on them on the bonus disc. (trentemøller!) why is this on rhino again?

not a lot going on with the cover, though i like the neon idea. probably works better vinyl-size, so they're not quite so tiny.
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my elvis-love is possibly at an all-time low right now, though i still bought three of his albums this year out of lingering loyalty (the boring/misguided jazz thing and the juliet letters reissue.) if there's anything he could have in '06 done to regain my affections it's release a soul album. and dang if he didn't do it up right too, even though i still can't embrace it as fully as my mind tells me i ought to. i guess it's no surprise that flawless execution alone isn't enough to sell this stuff. by now my relationship with EC is hopelessly confused (more on that here), but i still gotta give props. i hear he's preggers again too.

okay, but that cover is just lame. at least allen looks mildly dignified. (el is wearing a kind of cool shirt i guess.) oh whoa, i only just figured out that the piano is an upright and they're behind it. (er, right?)
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i never thought i had it in me to love matmos, and i still don't think i could explain it to you, but somehow the music on this record outpaced its absurd (but still awesome) conceptual trappings to become, apparently, my favorite electronica album of the year. gee, electronica must kind of suck these days (or just continue to be expensive in album form.) jes' kidding drew; i love yoo.

hmm. yeah, i don't like this cover. lots of neat art inside (the patricia highsmith assemblage especially) but this image is a little too confused.
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should probably be higher, but i didn't actually listen to it all that much. not as good as blacklisted. but it is strange and beautiful and haunting. really strange, actually; somehow the songs don't seem like normal songs at all. and i have no idea what's going on in the words, though a few of them connected after my accident.

the jpg doesn't really do it justice, but this is a beautiful package design, and the drawing is wonderfully creepy (on the back it's reversed, with one fox and a pile of severed heads.) though it'd be better if that was real birch bark.
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09 January 2007

2006 Year-End Mincetacular, pt. 1:
Top Ten Amusing Artist Interactions on the ¡OhSiX! Mix

oh man i love this mix. i just listened to it again on the way back from new york. i really hope people listen to it and get it; it's just such pure concentrated pleasure (PCP) for me, though of course i have a priveleged position there. not sure how much enjoyment is predicated on this, but for those who don't know many of the source songs (which could even be true of pop-followers) there's probably substantial benefit in attending to the mix enough to let it teach them to you.

like most of my mixes lately, it's multi-purposed - nominally even, it's both a bespoke occasional tool (for 12/31) and a Definitive Statement for the year (as opposed to, for example, this blathering.) better hope the latter bill holds up, as the First has already expired. certainly it fills it formally - just as
'05 Finger Disco was the hand-cobbled cassette-only artifact of a retro-stalgic spell, its successor (it of the titular anxiety) is part parcel and product of my personal recent mixmaking technovelopment. [as previously paranoided, my shifting paradigm may dictate a non-demographcratically P0Pular, idiosyncratic/idiotsavantic Definitivitude. andbut, the mashymix format exacerbates all of the above.]

neologinanity aside, i couldn't come to a 10 best bits retrospectacle consensus; not so much that
it's every moment! as i'm happy to leave you to yours. instead, here are the moments that bullseye my reward centers in not necessarily musical but conceptual terms, specifically concerning the interpersonal relationships they suggest among the artists involved.

(with no further ado) To Wit (in sequential sequence):

• "vans" > "me&u" [5:52-7:06]
how do you think cassie likes the pack calling her "a big booty chick"? (twice, even!) what do you think she's thinking that she wants to do with [them?]? d'ya really think the kids in the pack could handle a woman like cassie? [marit-whisper: "i don't think so"] in fact, do you know anyone who could? well how about prince? oh yeah, no sweat.

• "give it to me" [7:44-9:26]
so first off we've got nelly f. blithely, flippantly out-feinting both prince and lily allen in one fell-swooping fake-out that probably (duck-duck-)goosed you too (and nearly got me!), playing leapfrog hopscotch with both the tempo and the inviolable One. (sorry lily! sorry princey! but the 2-kool-4-skool krew are holding court on the playground now. who do you fear?) batting second is tim- "i'm a real producer" -baland, evidently dissing in this case not scott "he's on the keys, right?" storch (just a piano man), but XXXchange, whose deep liquid blooom blooom bloooms have just erupted in the middle of his 'californi-ay'. just as well i snipped the last verse and spared j-tim from squaring off with naeem juwan who, i must admit, brings the sexy rings around poor confused justy.

• "sexyback"/"wildcat" [10:49-12:44]
speaking of whom - and sorry, i do hate to pick on him, but he makes such an adorable target - may i crow on how much more credible ratatat make "sexy-back"? in this juxtaposed context, its dubious swagger gets earnestly embodied by rat's oozily muscular guitar squeals, whilst "wildcat"'s sampled growls seem to openly mock the (painfully unwitting) camp of JT's belabored would-be loverman. i had to let linger just to languor in the clangor of 06's de facto tag-tune finally finding a groove on which it can really get.

• "we share our mother's health (trentemøller mix)" > "steady as she goes (radioslave and tommie sunshine mix)" [26:55-29:18]
this always feels like capt. jack+co. crashing/crushing hils' and karin's righteous babe party (somebody's theory on songmeanings.net has me convinced "wsomh" is some kinda environmentalist canticle - mom=earth, duh, weirdo punctuation notwithstanding - and obv. "play with fire" is a total femmepowerment anthem) with their pummeling macho rockist cock-out steady-going. not sure quite how unreconstructed the broken boys are playing at on "steady" (dude, uh, "you've had too much to think, now you need a wife"?), but there's easily more testosterone there than anywhere on the mix 'til t.i. shows up 40m later. (not that the knife's nightmarish whiplash synths are exactly ladylike.) on the other hand, the remixers, '06 all-star leaguers easily ('cept wtf's tommie sunshine doing here?) are clearly batting for the same team. energy-wise (and especially dance-wise), this is the obvious climax of part one, and probably the strongest build>peak of the entire mix.

and then, and then...just as the sheer brute force of those power-strums is just getting too much to handle, what's that clip-cloppin' 'n' choo-choo-chooglin' down the lane, perpetratin' some deflatin' emasculatin'? why it's everyone's favorite musique-concretin! m. herb., with wife in tow and 635 objects crammed in the caboose. erm all aboard!

• "steam and sequins for larry levan"/"flamboyant (michael mayer kompakt mix)" [31:55-33:44]
i enjoy it musically too (that PSB melody is so lovely) but mostly this intergenerational three-way (four-way? more-way? is mayer gay?) is just a giddy conceptual pile-up. let's see, we've got screwball avant-garde san francisco homosexuals matmos paying homage to legendary disco-era new york homosexual levan whilst '80s-associated classicist/sophisticate uk homosexual neil tennant croons a satiric commentary on fashion-focused excess that seems to target the gay community. not sure how much any of the participants in this assemblage exhibit quite that stereotyped flamboyance, but played against tennant's mannered observations the kooky horn-blasts and doot-doot-doots of the matmos track do seem to clamor untowardly for attention. btw: i'm not gay, but if i were, my mega crush on drew daniel would surely have been one of the defining aspects of 2006.

• "best of both worlds" > "in white rooms (elektrochemie remix)" [35:59-36:48]
"is that orlando bloom?"
"no, honey, it's just booka shade. don't worry, he's not actually famous. actually, i don't even know if he's a person."
dave bedbugs likes to talk about this section in terms of miley "resisting" being "usurped" - and i would be tempted to describe this in antagonistic terms too - a battle of wills between pure-at-heart teen-pop and the vaguely sinister forces of minimal electro (of which there are several instances on this mix, this easily my favorite, especially that initial moment of contact.) b-b-but can't you see, it's all about peaceful co-existence? you get the best of both worlds, jes' like the song sez [lupe-intone: "you got your food...and your liquor."] actually, there's a whole lot of worlds going on in there even without the germans butting in - besides the chorus' bubblecountry-pop and the rock candy riffage, ever notice all those burbly synths under hannah's verses? almost makes you wanna, like, "get physical," dude!

• "fake tales of san francisco" > "nothing in this world"/"turbo dreams" [4:12-7:20]
ideally i'd have liked to find more exalted companionship for miss hilton (and fergie for that matter) than the laffable-if-likable unlikely lads with the 'wacky' polar simian band-name - hard to imagine her not huffing off in disgust, for one thing, but it'd also have been nice launch a more pointed volley in the ever-escalating culture war that is Judgment of Paris (hey, has anyone used that one yet?) particularly when the lads, like everybody else, are whingeing about fakers and phonies and empty scenesterism. still, there's something gratifying about our heiress-heroine oh-so-effortlessly showing up the most ballyhooed r'n'r success story of the year, britrawk's heirs-apparent-cum-clown-princes: she'll see their spiky indie guitars and herky-jerk drums, and raise them a glistening chorus, heavenward harmonies, and a lyric about a night out at the club that's actually enjoyable, exciting even.

it's fitting, really - the monkeys sing of disgust and tedium over a quotidian, albeit serviceable, standard-issue rock bed, whilst p-hilt croons a paean of optimism and unbounded potential with a yearning, resplendent track to match, a still-intoxicating concoction of rock and dance and pure soulful pop. all of which is - almost miraculously - only heightened by the addition of "turbo dreams" (only very minimally re-edited, which is the miracle part, given how long i let them play out and intertwine.) this match-up (it's too genteel to be a mash-up) may fare slightly better for culturejammity/snobkill factor - ellen a. and apparat's production is as pedigreed as paris's pooch, though it's probably left-field enough to be generally unrecognizable, diminishing that effect - but it's otherwise anonymous enough in terms of content to evade much conceptual frisson. still though, i marvel at what these songs do to and for each other in a strictly musical sense - and again i say it can't but be to paris' credit that she can glide so smoothly between punky uk indie and mannered continental pop-minimal.

• tie:
"lloyd, i'm ready to be heartbroken" > "young folks" > "pull shapes" [18:17-21:50]

steamy indie-pop fantasy of the year: traceyanne & peter & bjørn & john & victoria & becki & gwenno & rose all meet up at a dance, whistle across to each other, clap their hands cuz they want some more, then they stop talking about the young stuff and the old stuff too, and they tell one another that they're ready, and just then the music stops, and they all rip off their polka-dot dresses and vintage jackets and make sweet, sweet out all night long. wooo, scando-licious!

...and...

"rehab">"here it goes again" [22:49-23:15]
amy, we get it - you won't go-wo-wo to rehab. ok, don't go. but would it kill you to at least get some exercise? i think i know someone who has a treadmill you could use.

• "4ever" > "juicebox" [29:40-30:32]
this one makes me squirm a little bit. how would you feel about watching the origliasso twins run across julian casablancas in some seedy downtown bar, or maybe say after-hours at the neighborhood pool? i mean, sure, they come on all self-assured with their cocky come-ons, but they're still just children for goodness' sake - only a minute ago they were having a puerile shouting contest with those loudmouthed little lillix girls. lisa and jess certainly didn't work so hard on those immaculate descant harmonies just to throw their lives away by slumming it with the hard-living likes of those strokes scoundrels.

and besides, they're only 22! they may think it's all fun and games, only a little teasing, that they can just pretend, yeah yeah - but i don't trust that wily casablancas. they'll be powerless resist his seductive bassline, his why-won't-you-come-over-hither glance, that withering sneer. oh it just makes me shudder to think about it. this will only end badly, mark my words.

• "irreplaceable" > "put your records on" [38:39-42:03]
dearie me, beyonce sounds worked up. well, and who can blame her, after the tranquility of that nice smooth bajan-jamaican/faux-balkan/teutonic comedown sequence was shot all to hell by this loud-mouthed nadiya ho and her histrionic faux-rap heavy-metal boom-bap? even worse, i heard she was french! "keep talkin' tout ces mots, that's fine; could you crash your stock-car and talk at the same time?" oh good, that's better. now where were we, b? oh yes...being self-righteous and vaguely ticked off. now, girl, don't blow your cool - that is a pretty acoustic strummy thing you've got going on; how about something more along those lines? ah, that's a bit more like it - lovely melisma on the chorus there. you know, as my girlfriend corinne bailey always says...well i'll be darned if that isn't her comin' along now - anyway, whenever i'm getting myself all flustered about something, she tells me, "girl...put your records on...you go ahead, let your hair down." and you know? listening to music may not exactly solve any of my life's problems, but it does make me feel better. ain't that right, corinne?

whew.