Gone
I'm out of town for the long weekend, visiting someone special and seeing The Motherfucking Hold Steady. Here are some love songs to tide you over:
Neil Young- Harvest Moon from Harvest Moon
Beach Boys- God Only Knows from Pet Sounds
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I'm out of town for the long weekend, visiting someone special and seeing The Motherfucking Hold Steady. Here are some love songs to tide you over:
Visitors to Ryan Adams' web site are now greeted with a Star Wars-influenced menu soundtracked by Mr. Adams keeping it real ... or something. Here are the lyrics thanks to Stereogum:
"Look Who Got A Website" ©Ryan Adams | Barland Music 2006
Awwwwwww shit.
Look who got a website.
That's right.
Dot com.
What the fuck.
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
New York City it's up!
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Staten Island.
Ancient Sumerians
Anna Sarriss...
Ohhh shit.
Well if I could get around to my rhymes
Then I could destroy galaxies
of alt.country wannabees
With a bottle of whisky
And a wizard and a mime
Until then?
Dot com motherfucker!
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
New York City!
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Staten Island
Yo!
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Anna Serris ohhhh
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Anna Serris you out of this world
like ancient Sumerians
apparently we came from ancient Sumerians
they came down and gave the world a bunch of technology
because they wanted to clone themselves and that was
and maybe be on the Earth
and get some some stuff that they needed
for their planet
but then they had to split
so they went to another planet
we stayed here
and now we just yell at each other
and have milkshakes
Hi Anna
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Awww shit Anna Serris
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
You a g-g-g-g-genius
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Kevin Bacon was a cock!
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Well up these streets are digital roads
Goin into your mind like if you think it was your nose
and your nose was sucking coke and drinksin E
Trippin' too hard and gotta be
What was a dezzin Kevin Bacon
Makin Waterworld 3
They ain't even made 2 yet
Yo that was Costner partner
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
kevincostner.com what the fuck?
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
two thousand and three
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
updated by witches
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
This website's updated by witches
witches
witches n' me
weird witches
roll about and leap
with their hair on fire
and their nails long
and they're screaming at animals and people
and they're going crazy
and they need to take a break from recording
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Aww shit - it's a long record.
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
c-c-c-c-c-c-critics
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
One and a half stars yeah!
CHORUS: Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Aww shit
One and a half stars
3 records sold
my record went balsa wood
in Indio or someplace that I'm not from
you know what I'm saying man?
And then the guy goes "This record is very long and sappy.
Basically he's alternative country but crappy."
CHORUS: Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Mix masters please report to the dance floor
Welcome to RyanAdams.com motherfucker
Mix masters please report to the dance floor
I'll admit it. I had never heard of Harry Nilsson until The Walkmen decided to cover the entirety of his 1974 album Pussy Cats. Since I'm not qualified to give the back story, I'll let allmusic.com do it for me.
The relationship between Harry Nilsson and John Lennon is legendary. They were notorious booze hounds and carousers, getting kicked out of clubs for misbehavior and generally terrorizing L.A. during Lennon's "lost weekend" of 1974. They wanted to make an album together -- hell, anyone working at such a peak would -- and the result was Pussy Cats, a Nilsson album produced by Lennon. Almost immediately, Nilsson got sick, resulting in a ruptured vocal cord. Not wanting Lennon to stop the sessions, Nilsson never told his friend, stubbornly working his way through the sessions until he lost his voice entirely. These are the sessions that make up Pussy Cats, an utterly bewildering record that's more baffling than entertaining. Like many superstar projects of its time, this is studded with contributions from friends and studio musicians, all intent on having a good time in the studio -- which usually means hammering out rock & roll oldies. In this case, it meant both Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues" and the children's song "Loop de Loop," which gives a good idea where Nilsson was at. Through its messiness, Pussy Cats winds up showing how he and Lennon violently careened between hedonism and self-loathing. Of the new songs, the inadvertently revealing "All My Life" is the strongest, followed by the sweet "Don't Forget Me," yet this is more about tone than substance. It's about hearing Nilsson's voice getting progressively harsher, as the backing remains appealingly professional and slick. It doesn't quite jibe, and it's certainly incoherent, but that's its charm. It may not be as wild as the lost weekend itself, but it couldn't have been recorded at any other time and remains a fascinating aural snapshot of the early days of 1974.Pussy Cats certainly an album unto itself. Nilsson's gradual progression from 1970's singer/songwriter to drunken, self-loathing narrator makes for a fascinating period piece at worst and long-forgotten tears-in-your-beer classic at best. Nilsson's voice sounds like that of someone with the world's longest hangover, which gives even the most conventional 70's pop tunes a certain appeal.
So The Eraser was pretty average and we will have to wait until next year to hear new studio stuff from Thom and Co., but here's a compilation I made of (I think) all the new songs Radiohead played live this year. These may not be the best sources out there of the tracks, but they are all listenable and a good reminder that if music were basketball, these guys would be Michael Jordan.
Much of the charm of hit Showtime series Weeds is in the quirky theme song, sung by 1960's folk artist Malvina Reynolds. Her most popular song, "Little Boxes" is light-hearted counter-culture look at the conformity of suburban America.
Considering how much I've grown to love last year's Black Sheep Boy, I don't know why it took me so long to get ahold of the new Australian-only Okkervil River EP, but it was certainly my loss. With each passing album, Will Sheff writes better and better lyrics and the band sounds better and better behind him. "The President's Dead" shows it, but not as much as one of the band's best tracks yet, "Love To A Monster."
i grow tired of this song. i turn my eyes to the blond in the bleachers. she's a lovely young creature. i think she's seeking adventure. i think she's ready to see that the world isn't so sweet or so tender. i won't break her, just bend her, and make into my new ringer for you. i stay in the same comfy town, write the same old songs down, drive the same streets, seek the same sense of dull peace, whisper the same sweet words to the chippies. the same walk by the road and the same muddy snow's finally leaving, but i'll fight off the spring; I don't want lovely things, i don't want the earth new.Ouch. Breakup song of the year?
In the one and only time I link to People Magazine, everyone's favorite country-legend-turned-hippie Willie Nelson got busted with a pound and a half of marijuana on his tour bus. That Willie Nelson - always contributing to society's depravity.
"I don’t believe that you need something to hit you in order to write music. It can be just like computer programming or building a house. It’s pretty simple,” he said from Toronto. “When people talk about genius songwriters, I’m just like, ‘No, it’s just somebody who made a series of correct decisions."
Keeping with this week's "bands from Athens, Georgia" vibe, Venice Is Sinking are an above average introspective indie group. Think Pedro The Lion with whispery male/female vocals and without the Christian imagery, but with a hypnotic twist, Interpol-style. "Pulaski Heights" reminds me a bit of Something About Airplanes-era Death Cab with violins. Great soundtrack to the ever-approaching fall season.
Ever get the feeling when you hear a song for the first time and you know immediately that it is going to be one of your favorite songs ever? I've had that with every other track of The Hold Steady's new one, Boys And Girls In America. These guys are the Led Zeppelin of bar bands. Separation Sunday had been growing on me, but this has me floored. Oh, and they just happen to be playing Irving Plaza the weekend I am in New York. Some new tracks up on their myspace.
These will be no-brainers for the long time fans out there, but for the uninitiated, here's some of my favorite R.E.M. tracks that you may not have heard on the radio.
The history of my musical tastes is one of obsession. Looking back, some of those obsessions I am proud of and others I am not. I'll not delve into my embarrassing Garth Brooks obsession in elementary school. (Though I'm sure it planted the seeds that grew into my current appreciation of good country/roots/bluegrass.) In my angsty middle school years, it was the Smashing Pumpkins. Then came the most unhealthy of the obsessions - the DMB stage that led to the box of 125 or so bootlegged concerts gathering dust in my closet. Then Radiohead, then Wilco, then Ryan Adams and so on. Somewhere in between the Pumpkins and DMB was a three-month period where I couldn't get enough of one of our generation's greatest bands - R.E.M.
New TV On The Radio video for "Wolf Like Me" is available through AOL. Asians, hilarious dialogue and werewolves that look like the Abominable Snowman from Rudolph. How much better can you get?
Awesome Daytrotter session from Bonnie "Prince" Billy, whose upcoming album The Letting Go and sprawling back catalog is quickly becoming this fall's go-to music. I shouldn't need to tell you, but this guy is one of a kind. He keeps the weirdness to a minimum on The Letting Go, making parent-friendly yet engaging folk. Check out Palace tune "The Sun Highlights the Lack in Each."
I have high hopes for Wilco in 2007. Who needs sonic experimentation anyways? All the good songs have already been written, why rock the boat, man? A return to Being There-style Wilco would be clutch.
M. Ward has always been one of the most unique voices in this decade's Americana scene, and this, his fourth full length, is a huge step forward for Ward - the youngest man with the oldest voice. Post-War, with its layered (or more layered, anyways) production, is a bit of a departure for long-time fans of Ward's bare-bones, ghostly-warm crooning. But like all good artists, Ward is evolving. While prior albums found Ward dwelling lyrically and stylistically on the antiquated, Post-War sounds surprisingly modern. "To Go Home," one of two Daniel Johnston covers on the record, is a beautifully orchestrated celebratory romp, complete with layered vocals compliments of Ms. Neko Case, crescendoing drums and a triumphant ending. Fans of his trademark serene nighttime folk still have the title track and "Rollercoaster." Ward retains his AM radio/campfire singalong charm we're used to hearing (see: "One Life Away" from last year's Transistor Radio and 2003's "Transfiguration #1" from Transfiguration of Vincent), while making the most of his ample studio time. What we are left with is an excellent example of folk sensibilities in a modern setting from an artist that appreciates the value of both. More singer-songwriters should strive for what Ward has so effortlessly achieved over the course of four albums - a unique take on the same old tricks.