Friday, September 29, 2006

"I'm over the ocean, over the hills, over the dell, over the fireline." (Low)

You can't get much quieter than a Low song. Not sonically quiet, because Mimi Parker is whacking that snare drum laconically but fairly insistently. But quiet in a slow-down, quell the monkey mind's insistent chatter manner.

I used to go to sleep listening to lullaby-Low, I'm sure we all have. It's music that encapsulates that moment when you're just about to drop off and bed is the best place to be: cosy and quiet and agreeably empty. Like the grave.

Over The Ocean, Low

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Saturday, September 16, 2006

"How bad, how good does it need to get?"

Change, Tracy Chapman

For IF. Posted by Picasa

"If you knew that you would die today, saw the face of love and God, would you change?" (Tracy Chapman)

"How bad, how good does it need to get?"

Change, Tracy Chapman

For IF.

Friday, September 15, 2006

"Punks in the beerlight, two burnouts in love." (Silver Jews)

"Ain't you heard the news?
Adam and Eve were jews."

Punks In The Beerlight, Silver Jews

For Karl.

Diventa Blu (Arizona)

Diventa Blu, Arizona (LISTEN)


"I like you mostly late at night" (Life Without Buildings)

Monday, September 11, 2006

Super Shine (Boredoms)

My shine
My shine

His shine
His shine

Super Shine, Boredoms (LISTEN)

For Mark.

"What a drag it is, the shape I'm in" (Razorlight)

"I'm not happy when I try to fake it." (Lionel Richie/Faith No More)

Easy, Lionel Richie/Faith No More

For Rebekah

"You're on the bottom." (Bob Dylan)

Idiot Wind, Bob Dylan

For Andrew.

"Nothing's gonna change this painted frown." (The Magnetic Fields)

"Nobody wants you
When you're a circus clown.
I should know
I looked all over town."

I Looked All Over Town, Magnetic Fields.

For Ken.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

"People say she looks like a cow. Let them laugh, you're a real cowboy." (Jocari)

"Love is an animal of the farm,
If you don't fear it.
If you feed it,
Love will do you no harm."

Love Is An Animal of The Farm, Jocari

For Fabien and IF.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

"Can you treat it like an oil-well when it's underground, out of sight?" (Pavement)

"And if the sight is just a whore sign
Can it make enough sense to me? "

In The Mouth A Desert, Pavement

"Hard to choose from all the riches of the Slanted and Enchanted album. Am a massive believer in all of it though. I believe in a voice that squeaks for a generation of fragile and pissed-off flaneurs. I believe in cheap, scuzzy, squiggly guitars zipping around like pollocky streaks of strop. I believe in false starts (cf. 'Loretta's Scars'). I believe in the falsetto gibberish of a melodic bonbon: all those lovely woo-woo-woos ('In The Mouth A Desert') and sha-la-la-las ('Trigger Cut'). I believe in snazzy tunes that grow on you after the third (or fourth, or fifth) listen. But I also believe in a certain amount of deranged howling (cf. 'Conduit For Sale', and the neurotic 'Chesley's Little Wrists'). I believe in titles that have (seemingly) nothing to do with the songs they're appended to. I believe in dippy, fleshwound lyrics that make more sense than senescence. I believe in the lackadaisical (at least as an idea). I believe in the effortless, induplicate coil of fiddle-faddle. I believe in drummers who are more interested in standing on their heads and serving french toast to their fans than snapping their snares (cf. Gary Young). I believe in combining West Coast serenity with East Coast sarcasm: 'I'm the only one who laughs/At your jokes when they are so bad/And your jokes are always bad...' I believe in the soul as part of the whole megillah, off the cuff, but swift as a kissing bug: 'I've got one-only life to live/I've got one-only life to give.' I believe in beginnings that that are also endings and vice-versa ('Everything's ending here', sings Malkmus on the ninth track, when in fact, if rumours are to be believed, three albums later, everything's ending here. Wherever that is. ) I believe in cool Italians. Not cool as in de rigueur Rigid-Cool (all Armani shades and slicked back pubes), but cool as in Claudio Galuzzi Cool, my first Musical Guru, who in 1992 who sold me this album from his little shop in Casalpusterlengo saying it would 'shake my cack, kedgeree constellations' (you lose something in translation). And it did. It made me a believer. Believe me."

For Steve (29 and 3/4 years old).

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

"Come on over baby and I'll make you obscene." (AC/DC)

"I feel safe in New York city,

I feel safe in New York city,

I feel safe in New York city.

Throw away the key."

I Feel Safe In New York City, AC/DC

For IF

Pull Peep (Mortimaz)

Pull Peep, Mortimaz

For Andrew.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

"Never for money, always for love." (Talking Heads)

"Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
So I guess I must be having fun."

This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody), Talking Heads

Suggested by Jonathan (go see his play, it's brilliant!)

"This is the end of the summer." (The Young Knives)

"Hot summer, what a bummer
Me oh my, think I’m going to,
Pull a sicky, do a runner."

Weekends and Bleak Days (LISTEN) The Young Knives

For Jim