Sunday, May 31, 2009

Each Today is Yesterday's Tomorrow


Not much point in trying to describe this. Listen; either you'll love it or you won't. I think odds are in favor of the former. This is not abstract or intellectual music: it's sweet and naive and direct. Enjoy.

Files are in two parts: just unzip to one folder and proceed as usual.


If you're in the NYC area, come see Rad Unicorn tonight in Brooklyn. 8 pm sharp, Jalopy Theatre. $10 but that includes CDs from the Bogs Visionary Orchestra and Jose Delhart, both of which ought to be well worth owning.

Rad Unicorn tonight



Playing tonight (Sun May 31, 8pm) at Jalopy Theater, in Brooklyn, as part of the Bogs Visionary Orchestra and Jose Delhart double-CD-release party. Come on out.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Come And Close My Eyes

The second album by these folks; drifty and droney and dreamscapey. Once many years ago I was listening to this on headphones at work, and an older gentleman who I'd been talking to about music (he liked James Taylor) convinced me to let him hear what I was listening to. I watched his face change. He handed the headphones back and said, sort of indignantly/injuredly: "just because you click two sticks together, doesn't make it music!", then stormed off.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Thursday, May 28, 2009

There's No Turning Back

For fans of the Wipers, whose relentless gorgeous fuzz-punk splendor is legendary, this 1991 Greg Sage solo album might be a little disturbing-- the drums are horribly processed/fake sounding, for instance; and the rhythm guitars are (relatively) strummy and mellow.

At first, in fact, I was going to post Youth of America. But then I realized, folks already know about the Wipers. It's music I love, sure, but it's not obscure music I love. Why not post something that would otherwise be overlooked?

This solo record from the early 90s is very personal to me-- i love it for reasons I can't entirely explain. Mostly the fake drums bother me, though a couple of the songs strike me as a little cheesy too. But 80s production aside, there's creamy/silky and shimmery guitar, and oh the melodies are truly melodies. And Mr. Sage's naive and mostly very direct lyrics get caught in your head, and the songs ache, and you remember them days later, and when you're sad they help you feel like you're not alone.

Or at least, that's how I feel about this album. As always, your mileage may vary. But see what you think.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Reverie

A thrift store purchase that has never gotten too far from my turntable. World music from back when Americans only knew the Middle East existed because of Peter O' Toole in Lawrence of Arabia. I've no idea what the actual heritage of this record is, or what Mr. Arakelian's background or area of expertise is. But it's a delicious record, and I could listen to it daily for the rest of my life and be happy.

(Interesting side note: I once saw someone selling a copy of this record on ebay for $90. Right now someone's selling one for $9 (buy-it-now price). I bought mine for $1 originally, so I guess it was a bargain either way.) I digitized this inexpertly from LP, apologies for clicks & pops.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Floating In An Ocean Two Miles Deep

Excellent heavy psych rock. Deep & intended to scald with unhinged guitar freakouts. The LP I have has cooler artwork, but I don't have a scanner & can't find the image online so this will have to do. Be forewarned: this is some serious pentatonic-scale distorted-wah-wah-gtr action with big drums and a song-suite about existential angst, so if you despise dude rock you may not find this to your liking. Sabbath fans who wish Ozzy was less melodramatic though will be very pleased, as will most anyone who loves a good choogle.

Can't Stop

This is pretty awesome, highly recommended. The book is great too.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Very Special

Duke Ellington, in a trio setting with Max Roach and Charles Mingus. That's really all you ought to need to know. Exceedingly fine.

(Link is in two parts due to upload restrictions. Just unzip them both to the same folder.)


Sunday, May 24, 2009

I'm Dead and Gone, But I'll Always Be By Your Side

Sleepy/scary ghostly white-boy blues with experimental/ambient intent. A fairly intoxicating blend of scrabbly fret noise, whale-song bent notes, and gasping-for-air chokes that defy and destroy wanky Blues Hammer stratocaster cliches. The last song, a Lonnie Johnson cover sung by his wife, haunts me perpetually.

Born From the Womb of the Nebula


Excellent in every way.

For something made, oh, approximately 17 years later:

Saturday, May 23, 2009

I Shift The Blame To The Worm In The Bottle

The first vinyl LP I ever purchased new. 14, I convinced my mom to drive me to an alternative record store (this was long, long before the word 'alternative' was a genre of music- in this case what was notable about the record store was that it had vinyl by independent record labels), where I searched the bins of punk and postpunk (fascinatingly obscure and entirely mysterious to me) until I found this, which I'd read a review of and in fact came specifically for. (The review, a sort of head-shaking equivocation in Rolling Stone, somehow indicated something so wierd I had to hear it immediately).

On the way home I read some of the lyrics to my mom out loud. She shook her head. "Methamphetamines", she said. "They make you unable to express yourself properly."

For those of you who know Wire as an angular minimalist punk band, this is liable to be a bit startling- it's lush, sort of decadent, world-weary, surrealist synth-pop. Though, lyrics from the chorus in the catchiest song, "Kidney Bingos", run "money spines paper lung/kidney bingos organ fun", so pop might not really be the proper word. And despite the terrible 80s gated reverb snare drum sounds, the synths and guitars are very muted and sombre. The overall mood is sort of a decayed afterparty where everyone is ready to go home and cry, except the acid is only just settling in and the band is a little freaked.

As a 14-year old, I actually thought the only explanation was that the band members must be both gay and insane. I always thought that was a neatly transgressive combo... In retrospect, I can think of other explanations. Like, the horrific experience of being on lots of acid in the 1980s. My mom's explanation may even be correct, who knows. Some of the lyrics, I've been listening to for 20 years now, and still don't have a clue what they mean.

Though, meaning isn't everything.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

I've Got A Feeling You're Fooling


Fascinating, joyful, intricate & playful jazz guitar from before the dawn of time. Well, at least, from before the dawn of 'jazz guitar'. These folks were inventing everything from scratch, and damn, they were good.

A Yazoo records compilation I picked up as a teenager (a gift from the gods that I probably didn't deserve). Seems to be pretty thoroughly out of print, but you never know.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Talking to No-one is Strange, Talking to Someone is Stranger

Discovered this last year sort of at random. Very peculiar and good, quirky and morose and snarlingly witty and occasionally lovely folk-rock boogie. Various comparisons come to mind, but really the guy is one of those who's unique enough to make comparisons misleading.

Declaration of Dub


Probably hands-down my favorite dub album of all time. Consistently funky, ghostly, joyful and haunted, with the warmest belly-vibrating basslines and the most glistening echoing brass and the most perfect crackling snare drums. I've listened to a lot of dub in my time but for me this is pretty much the top of the heap.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Blood's Thicker Than Mud

This is one that everyone probably knows about & loves already. But if you don't, well, dig in. Once you've recovered from the sheer pants-wetting bliss, you'll want to thank me. (You're very welcome.)

This is no average hedonistic pre-disco rubber-band party music. (Not that I have anything against such things). This is totally committed, thoroughly stoned, classic american space-funk, the sound of perfect musicians having ceased to be musicians because they're too busy being in the moment. Haunted, in fact, by the moment- there really were riots going on, and this was the soundtrack for the anger and the blood and the thick joints. Politics and sex and race and drugs and funk power, all entwined in an orgy that had begun to look like No Fun At All. And Sly, one of the true geniuses of his era, seems like he was having a very bad trip and trying to bring some strength out of the situation. He succeeded.

The Future of Digital Distribution

http://createdigitalmusic.com/2009/05/18/danger-mouse-sparklehorse-album-to-get-blank-cd-r-release-how-to-grab-the-file/

I think this is brilliant, and have loved music involving both Danger Mouse and Sparklehorse in the past... but I don't think I'm ready for a $50 album. My mind might change though... after all, in my mind the main problem I have with CDs is that they're ugly and plastic, whereas mp3s are invisible and vinyl is lovely. But this whole 'awesome photo book with download' thing is pretty excellent.

Outshines the Sun

Some of the most wonderful music I've ever heard, something I've been coming back to for over a decade now and will never get tired of. Absolutely lovely.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Mysterious Semblance

Dan turned me on to this one. Truly lovely synth-space-gurgle transcendentalism.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Only a Phase, These Dark Cafe Days



I don't know all that much of Joni's sizeable discography-- just a few albums-- but this one has always meant a lot to me. Lately I've also realized what an inventive & intense guitarist she is, too. If she were a dude, she'd be legendary among guitar geeks, for all those invented tunings & densely harmonized chords. But, that's not so important except in, you know, a feminist-justice way.

This is a pretty raw record, and not in that singer-songwriter "now I tell an emotional truth" kind of way, more like she was trying to write cheerful songs and it all fell apart despite her best efforts. Very intense and true. Also sort of historically interesting, I feel like it captures the death of hippiedom pretty well. All the characters in every song are on their way into a personal hell, including the narrator. All the innocent fun was over. Serial killers and Watergate and overdose reality, slowly setting in. Romance turned to sour alcoholic cynicism.

Enjoy!



Friday, May 15, 2009

Let Go

So, if you've had a pretty successful career as a Brazilian guitar master & jazz sideman, and then your health breaks down and you have a spiritual epiphany, become a very serious yoga practitioner, and decide to retire from the life of a performing musican, what do you do?

If you're Djalma D'Andrade, you record two albums of intense, inward-looking, spiritual solo guitar instrumentals that blend classical, jazz, flamenco, samba and brazilian folk.

I have the Windham hill LP version of this, and it sounds noticeably better. When they put it on CD they screwed up the sound somehow-- the reverb sounds a little bit canned or something. But it's still amazing (and I'm too lazy to digitize the LP I have), so enjoy. The second of his two solo end-of-life albums is also excellent, but this is the one I'm most attached to. Both can (and in my opinon should) be purchased online.

I Got Something to Tell You... Baaaaaby...




A couple years ago, as Su & I were setting up for a show at Goodbye Blue Monday, the overhead speakers started playing the crazy percussion part for 'Funkier than a Mosquito's Tweeter'. I had trouble plugging my amp in properly, the song was so good. By the time Nina's voice came in, I had to know what album it was.

This is it.

Can be bought online, if you like it as much as I do.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

My Treasures And my Hopes Are All Beyond the Blue



Last autumn when visiting Portland, a friend put on a record he'd just bought.

"You have to hear this", he said. And he was right.

"This compilation was made by the guy who runs the best record store in the world, you have to go to it. It's a small store but everything they have is awesome", he said. And he was right about that too.

Now I'm a fan of Mississippi Records the way some people are fans of Ringo or Elvis. This may be the best of their compilations (if it's possible to make that kind of judgement about items so idiosyncratic & personal), but as far as I can tell everything they've released is amazing.

This album may be in your local vinyl-carrying record store, or it may not be. I can't find it in stock online anywhere. Basically, if you see any Mississippi Records items, buy 'em before they're gone.


You Dare Call This Life?


I bought this the year my biological dad died of cancer, and listened to it on the 11-hour drive to and from his deathbed. I drove away days before he died, and have never forgiven myself for not taking a couple extra days off from my stupid fucking dot-com day job to stick around while my father died.

This album, with its bracing blasts of horrendous sound-scours, and its to-the-point chants: "this is not life..." seemed very appropriate to that drive.

Like most Sun Ra, his aims here are bigger than just making pleasant background music. This can be hard to listen to (especially since it's all one track, so you have to go through the pain to get to the pleasure). But it's worth it.

Goin' Upwards at 45 Degrees, Won't Somebody Sign My Release


http://www.contactmusic.com/new/xmlfeed.nsf/mndwebpages/occult%20forces%20haunted%20cope.s%20jehovahkill

This album rocked my world in 1991 or so. And still is a big deal for me. I'm not sure I can articulate why exactly: spiritual concerns, a serious psychedelia, a singing range similar to mine, the fact that you can tell that the guy's a music geek and record collector (in his 1989 album he name-checks the Thirteenth Floor Elevators, and he's written two books about, respectively, Krautrock and Japrock, in which he overflows his love for the crazed musical bliss of other cultures' psychedelia-- Krautrocksampler I read fervently back in 1997 or so, and wish I knew where to score a copy now, I imagine the other is similarly excellent); the fact that few in the western world have flown their freak flags so high for so long (I seem to recall stories about him bicycling through London wearing large fairy wings, for instance). Anyway, your mileage may vary-- I have no objectivity on this.

New link! Thanks Christina for telling me the old link was bad.

The Hope of Today Is A Small Bird Singing




A couple of these songs were on a mixtape a friend let me copy years and years ago- the mixtape was made for him by a musical mentor years before. The mixtape included all sorts of great stuff- but 'Open The Morning Window', with its knife-in-heart guitar break, was a highlight. Listening to it again, a decade later, it sounds even better than I remember, and the heavy-trippy collage context gives it added weight. Nearly brought tears to my eyes on a crowded bus in Far Rockaway last week.

Supposedly Keiji Haino is on this, but I'm not familiar enough with the larger ouvre of either Magical Power Mako or Keiji Haino, to tell which is which.



This album appears to be completely unavailable for purchase. (If anyone thinks otherwise, let me know).

Where the Gods of Gold Are Heard But Seldom Seen



One of my desert island discs, pure acid-fried granola. The cover of Baby Blue is really something.

Recording quality throughout is heavily dusted garage-psych, layers of reverb and echo and completely gummy & distorted.

I love it so.

I saw Roky Erikson a couple years ago, an amazing show. He was totally on fire and seemed happy and together.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

From the Egg into the Flower

from

http://www.texaschapbookpress.com/magellanslog3/slipinside.htm:

1. Bedouin tribes ascending
from the egg into the flower,
alpha information sending
state within the heaven shower
from disciples the unending
subtleties of rhythm power.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.

2. If your limbs begin dissolving
in the water that you tread,
all surroundings are evolving
in the stream that clears your head,
find yourself a caravan
like Noah must have led,
and slip inside this house as you pass by.

3. Slip inside this house as you pass by.
True conception, knowing why,
brings even more than meets the eye.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

4. In this dark we call creation
we can be and feel and know
from an effort, comfort station,
that's surviving on the go.
There's infinite survival in
the high baptismal glow.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

5. There is no season when you are grown.
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown.
There is no reason to rise alone.
Other stories given have sages of their own.

6. Live where your heart can be given,
and your life starts to unfold
in the forms you envision
in this dream that's ages old.
On the river layer is the only sayer.
You receive all you can hold,
like you've been told.

7. Every day's another dawning.
Give the morning winds a chance.
Always catch your thunder yawning.
Lift your mind into the dance.
Sweep the shadows from your awning.
Shrink the fourfold circumstance
that lies outside this house.
Don't pass it by.

8. Higher worlds that you uncover
light the path you want to roam.
You compare there and discover
You won't need a shell of foam.
Twice born gypsies care and keep
the nowhere of their former home.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.

9. Slip inside this house as you pass by.
You think you can't, you wish you could.
I know you can, I wish you would
slip inside this house as you pass by.

10. Four and twenty birds of Maya
baked into an atom you
polarized into existence,
magnet heart from red to blue:
to such extent, the realm of dark
within the picture it seems true,
but slip inside this house and then decide.

11. All your lightning waits inside you.
Travel it along your spine.
Seven stars receive your visit.
Seven seals remain divine:
seven churches filled with spirit,
treasure from the angels' mine.
Slip inside this house as you pass by.

12. Slip inside this house as you pass by
The space you make has your own laws.
No longer human gods are cause.
The center of this house will never die.

13. There is no season when you are grown.
You are always risen from the seeds you've sown.
There is no reason to rise alone.
Other stories given have sages of their own.

14. Draw from the well of unchanging.
Its union nourishes on
in the right re-arranging
till the last confusion is gone.
Water-brothers trust in the ultimust
of the always singing song they pass along.

15. One-eyed men aren't really reigning.
They just march in place until
two-eyed men with mystery training
finally feel the power fill.
Three-eyed men are not complaining.
They can yo-yo where they will.
They slip inside this house as they pass by.
Don't pass it by.

--Roky Erickson & Tommy Hall.