It’s been a really awful year in many respects but getting to see that a copy of my cover story on Maggot Brain (which came out toward the end of 2020) made it into George Clinton’s hands was quite the highlight.
Pharoah Sanders on John Coltrane: "I loved being around him because I don’t talk that much, either. It was just good vibes between us both. We were just very quiet." A deafening quietude with these two.
David Lynch has destroyed the neutrality of the ceiling fan. I walk past a house in my neighborhood, see the fan whirring through an open upstairs window, and feel chilled to my core and abruptly, horrifically filled with desperation.
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The greatest double album of all time? My fighter is Double Nickels on the Dime, the tightest collection of punk jazz poems, music made BY people who pull over to find a library for pre-Internet fact checking FOR obsessives who care about words, history, romance. 🥹
“TELEVISION’S SECOND ALBUM IS NEARLY AS GOOD AS THE FIRST, JUST BECAUSE THE PRODUCTION IS CLEANER DOESN’T MEAN SHIT. THE GUITAR INTERPLAY IS AS DYNAMIC AND KNOTTY AS EVER, THE USE OF KEYBOARD TEXTURES AND MORE LAYERS BRINGING AN ALMOST PROG-LIKE EXPANSION TO THEIR OVERALL SOUND.”
Libra is easily one of the great American novels of the 20th century. The paranoia and plotting, the loneliness of facts, it all resonates to an appalling degree but none of that would matter if the lyricism of the sentences didn’t strike you in the heart repeatedly over & over.
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RIP Gary Young. One of the best albums of the ‘90s would not be the same without you. Bob Nastanovich said he was the indie rock version of Keith Moon and that rules. 🖤
Amnesiac hive, rise up. "Knives Out" has haunted me for nearly twenty years and "Pyramid Song" is one of the most beautiful to ever do it, among other hyperbolic statements I could make about the best Radiohead album.
OK Computer used to be the canonical correct choice for Radiohead’s best album, and it was provocative to suggest Kid A was better, then Kid A became canonical — now everyone agrees it’s In Rainbows and the debate is over
This motherfucker peeled back the paranoid heart of America and presented it to us, flayed with precision: “This is who we are,” still an abominable truth. Dreams & desire & their caustic curdling, entwined with indelible images & immaculate sentences. Best book I read this year.
I don’t even know what to say. Big Black and Shellac were EVERYTHING to me for my formative years. Albini’s lyrics were, are, possibly the biggest non-literary influence on me. Total freak shit, impossibly negative, I loved it so much. I can’t believe this.
I sit in my bedroom and listen to “Kerosene” and can’t wait to leave that hellhole. I walk around campus and listen to “Prayer to God” and feel uncomfortably alone. I drive my car and listen to “Riding Bikes” and am surprisingly delighted. That was growing up with Steve Albini.💔
I AM DAMO SUZUKI! Fuck, this sucks. Rest in peace and power, Damo Suzuki. He brought such a special and terribly necessary energy to a band that was already incredible, no small feat. Thank you for everything 💔
Bull Durham is the perfect example of a kind of movie that’s simply no longer made, and mainstream cinema is worse for it. Sexy and entertaining, neither intellectual nor stupid, purely for adults.
This movie rules. Isabelle Huppert is fantastic as an ex-nun nymphomaniac who has never had sex, music is a perfect 90s mixtape, a young Michael Imperioli as punk club doorguy, obsolete technology like floppy disks & phone sex lines, a Parker Posey cameo. On
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It's such a fucking rough listen but it's so goddamn beautiful and brilliant that I can't help myself. Today I'm crying over these lines from All My Happiness Is Gone: "Friends are warmer than gold when you're old / And keeping them is harder than you might suppose"
David Berman’s songs contain entire worlds, populated by people you’ve never met who you somehow intimately know. Soul-pummeling inspiration for anyone who gives a fuck about words. Thinking of him today, and most days. 🖤
Songs About Fucking rightfully gets the love but Atomizer is my heavy hitter, in no small part due to “Kerosene,” anthem for a particular strain of Midwest desperation, but it’s also the shrouded cudgel of “Bad Houses,” abject sting of “Bazooka Joe,” and utter terror of “Cables.”
To watch a Philip Seymour Hoffman film now is to intensely miss a person you've never actually known. The king of "eccentrics, lowlifes, underdogs, and misfits," even when portraying a charismatic (cult) leader. This is one of my favorite shots in The Master. Gives me chills.
It’s not surprising that a film so resolutely about the horrific rot at the core of America wouldn’t be recognized but it’s still a goddamn shame. Killers of the Flower Moon might end up being Scorsese’s most important film.
I’m fucking speechless. The MC5 are so meaningful for so many different reasons but they have a special place in the heart of Detroit punks and weirdos. A supremely influential guitarist and a hell of a dude. Rest in peace and power, Brother Wayne. ❤️🔥🖤🎸
Make a 20-track comp of your all-time fav tracks, each artist can only feature once. Not the 'best' songs, the ones that bring instant joy the second you hear the first note, the ones that give other people the best insight into what stirs your soul. Share when ready.
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I cannot stop thinking about Wayne Kramer and how much the MC5 changed my life and the lives of so many of my friends. Kick out the jams, motherfuckers!
When it comes to jazz, I have a tendency to get stuck in the past with archival releases or music that's just new to me, but I want to listen to some jazz from this year. What have y'all been enjoying?
Another year in a world without David Berman. We think of him on his birthday and on the day he died. We think of him constantly because he spoke for and about us in ways we’ll spend the rest of our lives revisiting and unraveling. Thank you, rest in peace, happy birthday, fuck.
Already daydreaming about the books I’m taking to California with me in June. I like to read something set in the place I will be on my trips; I read Inherent Vice last time I went. Requesting your recommendation, please ✨
I’m admittedly stoned but damn is this a perfect album or what? “Paranoid Android” is fuckin’ sexy, “Alien” is so pretty, “Exit Music” is so sad, “Fitter Happier” is an adorably depressing ‘90s timestamp, and that’s just the first half.
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This happened to me recently. I’ll more often reach for Amnesiac or Kid A but I had this strangely intense need to hear “Airbag” and then I just listened to OK Computer all day and now I’m doing it again.
I know he means well but the same guy who responded to my Alice Coltrane commentary with "Oh, I'm a huge John Coltrane fan" and then bulldozed over me just asked if I've ever heard Bitches Brew before 🥺 I'm a semi-professional jazz writer but no, that one is new to me.
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Carla dal Forno is one of my favorite contemporary musicians. She makes gorgeous experimental electro-pop, infused with elements of ambient and post-punk, all dreamy and lush and weird. This is You Know What It's Like, her debut from 2016.
Cell phones SUCK!!! We don't need to be in constant communication!!! I don't need to feel bad for not responding to texts! I have so many other reasons to feel bad! This message brought to you via COMPUTER!!!
I used to think this scene was totally unnecessary garbage, a rare low point in a great film, but someone pointed out that it shows Marge how seemingly nice people like Jerry could just be quietly lying, so she goes to see him one more time and figures it all out. 🤯
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Bob Dylan, man. He’s been with me and you through thick and thin. Naturally my favorite album has changed throughout time but I think Blood on the Tracks is the one I most consistently reach for when I’m in the mood for our guy.
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This album rips. Yeah let's throw a steel drum sound on "Vague Space," why not? And it's got the best completely unrelated line in a song about Yul Brynner: "Stay inside on Christmas Day / And make believe that you are my candy cane" 😍
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All roads lead back to Slint. Few albums make me feel that whole “I am so uncomfortable and unfulfilled that I have to rip all my fucking skin off” thing as pleasurably as this sweet little beast.
Bless my ninth grade English teacher for thinking her idiot students were up to this challenge. Rearranged my brain and made me want to live among words for the rest of my life. I try to reread it every few years. Last time was in 2018 so I’m long overdue.
I fucking hated football right up until the moment I realized how much my good will meant to the two people who raised me, who are still alive & have so much love in their hearts, and boy does it feel good to scream and cry together instead of being alone and smug in the corner.
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~ Shocked to be informed that Eduard Artemyev died today, 36 years to the day of Tarkovsky's death. I cannot imagine his films without the distinctive unsettling music of Eduard Artemyev. Spinning The Mirror / Stalker soundtracks in his memory. 🖤
25 years of American Water. Damn.
“At the back of the bar there's a couch
where the lonely people go and lie.
They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist
into the wee hours of the night.” 🖤
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The sound of being caught in the grip of forces beyond your control in a rapidly changing world, studded with moments of murky beauty. Zen Arcade is a brilliant, boundary-breaking piece of art that transcends its decade while being entirely representative of it.
It's that time of year: I want to know the *2023 JAZZ* you have been enjoying. I've followed new music more than ever this year (I guess that's what being a regular reviewer will do for you) but there is always more to know and y'all are a veritable fount of knowledge! 🥂
Thinkin about one of my fave genres: indie rock-adjacent w/ literary lyrics of impeccably rendered images of life & feelings. Berman is forever the undisputed king but I’ve got Bill Callahan & Doug Martsch on my list (even tho he apparently doesn’t like writing lyrics). Who else?