1. "I Was the Fool Beside You for Too Long" by Yo La Tengo. 2. "Wave Goodbye" by Ty Segall Band. 3. "Never Stops" by Deerhunter. This comes from a concept album that swirls around in insomnia, dreams, and getting trapped in dreams. It's probably been three weeks since I had a good night's sleep. 4. "It's a Wonderful Life" by Sparklehorse. People tend to assume this song is "ironic" or sardonic or sarcastic. Mark Linkous:
In a way. I got fed up with people in America thinking that my music is morose and depressing and all that. That song is like a "fuck you" to journalists, or people who are not smart enough to see what it is. But in the end, it was more about how everyday, you should pick up something, no matter how minuscule or microscopic it is, and when you go to bed, you can say I was glad that I was alive to see that. That's really what it's about.
[Tragically, Linkous, who had attempted suicide five years before this album came out, succeeded nine years after it's release. So there's that.] 5. "Wake" by the Antlers. 6. "Deuteronomy 2:10" by the Mountain Goats. "The Emims dwelt therein in times past, a people great, and many, and tall, as the Anakims." 7. "A Belly Was Made for Wine" by Royal City. 8. "Ghost" by Neutral Milk Hotel. 9. "The Taming of the Hands that Came Back to Life" by Sunset Rubdown. I've been trying to use this on a mix for a long time. It's fantastic, great live too. As best I can tell, it's about a guy so wrapped up in the Mountain Goats music that he can no longer interact or empathize with others like a normal human being. 10. "Bows and Arrows" by the Walkmen. This song has been a loyal companion for some time. 11. "Lovecraft in Brooklyn" by the Mountain Goats. John Darnielle's a genius at sinister. 12. "Drmz" by A.A. Bondy. 13. "To Old Friends and New" by Titus Andronicus.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
You know that feeling when you want to post an Okkervil River song because it's a wondrous thing of beauty, but then you don't really want to own the message as yours because their lyrics are just too damn fraught, weighed down with too many implications, and so you worry about what you might be unintentionally communicating, what you might be perceived as suggesting, and you worry that people will think about it too much and that they'll start to worry about your general health, soundness, sanitas?
Here's my spring mix. I'm not sure what to say about it. It lasts less than forty minutes--over ten minutes shorter than my next-shortest mix to date. Many (most?) of you will find many (most?) of the tracks pretty old hat. Stylistically, it's not exactly pushing boundaries.
Still, it matters a lot to me. I've put it together with as much thought and care as any mix I've ever made.*
*Except for my never-released winter mix, which I spent a great deal of time putting together before scrapping it and starting over. I then carefully rebuilt it and refined it, and I listened to it more than any mix I've ever put together. It has some of my favorite hip-hop tracks, my favorite Radiohead song, and some of the best transitions I've ever come up with--and I do love a good transition. Even so it never seemed quite right, and it remains isolated on my computer and on a cd in my car.
[The cover is a poorly composed photo of the Lewis & Clark (plus huddled, loyal-dog-like Sacagawea) statue downtown.]
As always, check the tracklist to ensure accuracy:
1. "I'm the Man Who Loves You" by Wilco
2. "Sweet Thing" by Van Morrison
3. "Darkmatter" by Andrew Bird
4. "Strike" by Destroyer
5. "Oh Yoko" by John Lennon
6. "Autoclave" by the Mountain Goats
7. "Icy Cave Dancers" by Breathe Owl Breathe
8. "Shelter from the Storm" by Bob Dylan
9. "Orpheo Looks Back" by Andrew Bird
Those interested may find my older mixes here. Even older ones--from 2010 and earlier--are archived here.
I walked into a brightly lit OR with a dozen doctors and nurses waiting
and a big blue scrim in front of my wife to keep us from viewing the
horrors below. They strapped my wife's arms down to the table, like a
prison inmate about to get a lethal injection. I sat next to my wife's
head and held her hand. They cut her open and began digging around for
the child. All I could hear on the other side of the scrim were
sounds—terrible, awful sounds. It sounded like a foley artist was on the
other side of the curtain, scoring a Three Stooges clip and
using every sound on the soundboard: vacuums and gushes and slurps and
God knows what else. My wife dug her nails into my hand, and I couldn't
bitch about the pain because, you know, woman being sliced open.
You should all read it. It's profane and profound. Make sure you stick around for the Stephen Colbert quote.