Gene Clark White Light looked like it would be worth investigating, as the Mojo piece last month seemed interesting. I skipped Gene Clark, because i have a mild prejudice against the Byrds that occasionally waxes in power, but what really roped me in is that White Light is a tangential VU reference, even if that’s not what Gene Clark meant at all. I’ve bought than a few records on mistaken deductions. Stanislav played a track from it today, “The Virgin” and all this afternoon, i’ve been fighting the limpest of connections to acquire a little more of the album.
That occasional mild irrational prejudice against the Byrds…. no, that’s not easily explained. However so far with Gene Clark solo, i don’t hear those triggers that set me off, which might actually have to do with the departure of Gene Clark. It was an unconscious thing that must have nagged me all of these years. What a surprise….
Lou also sat me down earlier to play Yoshimi… all of the way through, out-loud, not on headphones, at a decent volume. It was already growing on me, but now, with perceived parallels between the Flaming Lips and Styx or not, i’m quite fond the the record. It has just the right amount of blurps and beeps, in the right rhythm, to keep me in an enoyable zoned-out state. Any critical jabs that i may take at the lyrics are forgotten. It still seems like a happier album than the Soft Bulletin, which doesn’t seem to turn up in a lot of writing about Yoshimi... Despite all of the talk of fighting, i don’t hear the physical fraility of “Suddenly Everything Has Changed”, “The Gash”, or “Feeling Yourself Disintegrate”…. the mortality of “Do You Realize?” is one thing, but the disease of The Soft Bulletin seems quite another.
Finished reading most of the most recent Mojo, with the White Stripes cover. It surprises me that Jack White seems so damned serious, pronouncing nonsense like if someone looks like he’s having fun on stage, then he’s obvious not doing his job, as performing is serious business. Statements like that make me believe that the entire interview is an extended joke, as it’s hard to accept that Jack White intends for his guest appearace on “Danger! High Voltage!” to be taken as serious art.
The Popshots dissection of “Losing My Edge” is pretty good reading. It’s funny how such a seemingly slight piece as a shouted playlist could muster such analyzation. Every new examination begs another crack at what is going on there.
Stanislav pulled a relatively brave stunt today, as some poor misguided person called up to request Better Than Ezra during his show. Stanislav came on the air later to state in no uncertain tone that at no time will anyone ever hear him play Better Than Ezra, Phish, or Dave Matthews Band during his show, so don’t bother asking. This may seem severe to those who have never heard KLSU, but Stanislav’s is one of the only specialty shows on the station, and he has just been relegated to a timeslot that guarantees a sparser audience (even if it allows me & Lou to hear it more readily.) I still don’t understand the mentality of people who must be spoonfed the same songs every hour of the day off one of the very few records that they already own. If only the caller had wanted until Stanislav ended his show, Better Than Ezra probably would have been on the air within minutes anyway. It’s the same mentality that some people have that their requests actually have some bearing on the countdown of MTV’s TRL… and i don’t even turn up my nose at all of the music played in that format.
Ani DiFranco. “Self Evident”… i’m quite embarrassed about this. I stopped writing about a lot of things on this webpage, because i was annoying myself. Some of my interests are reactionary, indefensible, and plain old flakey. That’s why i rarely go into nonsense about my obsessions with extraterrestrials, parallel universions, astral bodies, auras, telepathy, cryptozoology, and general Fortean weirdness. I believe in all of that junk with a passion, but it’s distasteful to push it on a casual reader.
I feel the same way about this song/ poem. Ani DiFranco is someone i could respect, but never appreciate for her music. She just irritates the living shit out of me. Part of it is a disaffection borne of my repulsion to a certain fan of hers i knew, but on Ani’s own merit, i often find her to be strident, sanctimonious, tedious, and overly verbose (irony, it’s irony….) It bugs the shit out me that she’s expressing everything i feel about America and the world for the past year in a nine minute piece that’s as pretentious and bombastic as anything that she has ever irritated me with.
She did an interview on NPR’s Morning Edition yesterday, and it was the same Ani that grates at every fiber of my being at the same time a swell of grudging respect wells up. It’s not Gil Scott-Heron, but damn it, i want more than a Steve Earle track here and a Bruce Springsteen track there…. as Neil Young has already completely blown it. It gives me knots to listen to her interpret the last moments of others’ lives, probably more out of how awkward and overreaching the effort is than the actual poignancy.
I don’t really know what to think of this poem/ song. It’s not Ginsberg’s “Howl”. It’s not Barry Maguire’s “Eve of Destruction”. I want to like it, but it sets off every alarm i have warning of overly percious righteousness. Anyway, fuck it…. i’ll just go right back to pretending that Ani DiFranco is completely off my radar, even if embarrassingly enough, there’s something in that piece that resonates in me.
Looking at the rain, and the inevitablility that we will be sealed into the apartment by the LSU football game tonight, it looks likely i’ll be marathon posting today. (Yeah, right) Downloading a bunch of Blondie that i’ve been intending to get since mp3s first began to flourish on the intenet, but not really listening to anything in particular.
There was a Reuters report that has already dropped below the headlines that denies that there was a 100 plane raid, as reported in British papers, and now the Pentagon claims that twelve planes dropped 25 weapons. Bullshit. I may have overreacted in accepting the reports of 100 planes, but it’s more likely that the Pentagon is fudging numbers than the nontabloid British press is completely fabricating numbers. The Pentagon has far more reasons, both legitimate and illegitimate, to misrepresent the facts.
It also would be nice to know exactly who this Italian journalist mentioned in this piece on the real purpose of pushing debate over the legality of unilaterally attacking Iraqi, as it’s an opinion i share.
Poor, poor Kelly… i’ve been reading the terms of her contract when she became a finalist in American Idol (along with the other nice,) she signed her rights over in perpetuity. Now Lou’s telling me that the girl is going to sing the national anthem on 9/11, on the spot that Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his “I Had a Dream” speech. I’m mildly impressed with her winning, as i liked her better than that smug Justin, but what the hell does blatant commercialism have to do with patriotism? The corporation who owns her is welcome to sell her by any reasonable means, but cashing in so crassly on American cultural moments just to sell manufactured pop is a bit beyond the pale. Tying the two together only drags both through the muck, muddyign the meaning of patriotism and making pop a leaden, joyless affair.