<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648</id><updated>2010-03-11T22:28:11.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wires and Waves</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-3259887191940889261</id><published>2010-03-11T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:00:04.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Probabilistic Jukebox'/><title type='text'>Probabilistic Jukebox: "Sugartune" by Sloan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-365.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cover of an Indian book from the University of Chicago's Regenstein Library, c. 1960&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that Sloan popped up on the ol' Jukebox today, and I'll explain why in a minute.  At first, I wasn't so excited because, like a lot of people, I wouldn't pick a song from the band's first album, &lt;i&gt;Smeared&lt;/i&gt;, to showcase what Sloan is all about (and yes, I know that this song was originally on the band's debut EP, but I associate it with the album). Not that "Sugartune" is a terrible song - it's just that the band's early work is commonly and rightly seen as inferior, a band toying with big guitar sounds inspired by Sonic Youth and shoegaze instead of admitting that they are really just power-pop kids.  And they turned out to be among the best purveyors of power-pop in the '90s, sadly occupying that weird void that Canadian guitar-pop bands used to sit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about "Sugartune" is that it gives a great glimpse of what was to come - to a point.  Being a song from a band with four distinct songwriters, this song can only predict the progression of Patrick Pentland, who wrote it.  First, it features that double-tracked vocal sound that I think of as being Pentland's "signature" - on the chorus, a harmony vocal is added to the mix.  The only real poseurish touch on the song is the wordless cooing after the first chorus - sounds like something from a Lush record.  Oh, and the repetitive 1-4-5 guitar outro.  But the ingratiating melody and not-quite-conventional structure are elements the would take center stage on all the Sloan records that followed (except for 2001-2003, a dark time that I won't discuss here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the reason that I'm glad this song popped up?  I went to the band's website for the first time in ages and found out that they've finally released (digitally) a B-sides collection!  Finally, songs like "D Is for Driver", "Same Old Flame", and "Step On It, Jean" are compiled in one place - Sloan is a band that has been sitting on some great non-album tracks, so this is very good news.  I wonder why I didn't read about this release anywhere, when I saw plenty of promotion for their new EP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sugartune" by Sloan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer031110" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/y3v8vjs49d.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-3259887191940889261?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=3259887191940889261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/3259887191940889261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/3259887191940889261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/03/probabilistic-jukebox-sugartune-by.html' title='Probabilistic Jukebox: &quot;Sugartune&quot; by Sloan'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-4076413961357984648</id><published>2010-03-10T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T09:00:09.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s New To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1980s'/><title type='text'>It's New to Me: The House of Love [The German Album] by the House of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-364.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo of J.H. Allred from High Point College's &lt;i&gt;Zenith&lt;/i&gt; yearbook, 1960&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Prefab Sprout - this is how I like my pre-shoegaze Britpop!  In 1985, Guy Chadwick of the band House of Love had a pocketful of songs that would chart the path of late-'80s and early-'90s guitar pop, and Alan McGee of the to-be-legendary Creation Records decided to give the band a chance.  In '87 and '88, Creation put out several House of Love singles, as well as a self-titled album.  Creation also released a compilation of the band's singles for the German market (also, somewhat confusingly, called &lt;i&gt;The House of Love&lt;/i&gt;, although fans call it &lt;i&gt;The German Album&lt;/i&gt;).  Arena Rock Recording Company recently reissued the two long-out-of-print &lt;i&gt;The House of Love&lt;/i&gt; records, and I've been enjoying them immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with wiry post-Television guitar lines, some cool sound ideas, and Chadwick's Bono-esque baritone, the House of Love's early singles make for an especially intriguing collection.  I know that their first single, "Shine On", was an NME Single of the Week, but these songs are hardly well-known, which is too bad.  Sequenced nicely and with inclusion of the "Destroy the Heart" single, which Arena Rock has added to the original tracklist, &lt;i&gt;The German Album&lt;/i&gt; is as good as or better than the band's impressive debut LP.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blazing "Shine On" and melancholy "Loneliness Is a Gun" are highlights, but the songs from the "Destroy the Heart" 12" are my favorites.  The A-side is super-catchy, and the B-sides are just as good. "Blind" is one of the gentlest and most emotive songs from the House of Love's Creation-era period, and "Mr. Jo" is definitely the "shoulda-been-an-A-side" of the collection.  With a jangly intro that the band later reworked into their single "Beatles and the Stones", the song has great guitar-work from Terry Bickers, including an out-of-nowhere solo that takes the song to a revved-up second section. The outro is great too, slowly releasing the built-up tension, with Chadwick delivering a startling punchline to cap it all off.  I haven't heard much of the House of Love's post-Creation stuff, but the popular opinion is that they never matched the highs of their first singles, and, based on how blown away I am by &lt;i&gt;The German Album&lt;/i&gt;, I can believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Jo" by the House of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer031010" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/bvm7j3a4z5.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-4076413961357984648?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=4076413961357984648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/4076413961357984648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/4076413961357984648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/03/its-new-to-me-house-of-love-german.html' title='It&apos;s New to Me: The House of Love [The German Album] by the House of Love'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-6604339710452912897</id><published>2010-03-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T09:00:05.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s New To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990s'/><title type='text'>It's New to Me: Jordan: The Comeback by Prefab Sprout (1990)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-363.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Panel from &lt;i&gt;House of Mystery&lt;/i&gt; comic book issue #56, November 1956&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jordan: The Comeback&lt;/i&gt; is, in theory, like catnip for a music fan like me.  First, it's a sprawling, nineteen song pop album.  Second, and even better, it's a concept album about the parallel lives and deaths of Jesse James and Elvis Presley (supposedly).  Third, it's by post-new-romantic sophisti-pop group Prefab Sprout, a band that is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; outside my comfort zone of zone with its Cole-Porter-esque melodies and keyboard-heavy sound.  So I grabbed a used copy I ran across, expecting an album that I could take my time getting to know, gradually getting past the glossy Thomas-Dolby production to enjoy the first-rate songs beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm still not there yet.  I like about half of the songs on &lt;i&gt;Jordan: The Comeback&lt;/i&gt;, but, after a dozen-plus listens, I was hoping it would have "clicked" with me better and sooner.  I love Paddy McAloon's willingness to experiment with different songwriting traditions (my favorite Prefab Sprout song is the chugging country number "Faron Young"), and there's a lot to be said for the audacity of putting the songs "Jesse James Symphony" and Jesse James Bolero" back to back.  But a lot of the experiments don't work well - McAloon should have stayed away from obvious doo-wop and samba pastiches.  They don't work well with his smooth crooning and synthesizer-based arrangements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too bad that I don't feel drawn back to &lt;i&gt;Jordan&lt;/i&gt; for more listens because I really like the songs that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; "clicked".  As usual, I find myself fixated on a couple great songs tucked away toward the album's end.  The uptempo and more conventionally poppy "Scarlet Nights" is one I loved right away - it may have something to do with the jangly guitar being so prominent in the mix.  But I also love the song's soaring chorus with harmonies by Wendy Smith, and it has one of McAloon's characteristically excellent and poetic lyrics.  And, with some of the grating circa-1990 elements removed, I can enjoy the melody and lyric without it feeling like a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Scarlet Nights" by Prefab Sprout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer030910" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/6yajooo4hf.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-6604339710452912897?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=6604339710452912897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/6604339710452912897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/6604339710452912897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/03/its-new-to-me-jordan-comeback-by-prefab.html' title='It&apos;s New to Me: Jordan: The Comeback by Prefab Sprout (1990)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-2564790684889841663</id><published>2010-03-08T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:00:06.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Memoriam'/><title type='text'>Mark Linkous (1962 - 2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-362.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Detail of watercolor titled &lt;i&gt;Trained Dogs&lt;/i&gt; by Lawrence W. Ladd, c. 1880&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not sure what to say about the passing of Mark Linkous, who committed suicide over the weekend.  Like a lot of people my age, &lt;i&gt;vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot&lt;/i&gt;, the debut record of Linkous' band Sparklehorse, meant a lot to me when I was younger.  Released by Capitol Records in '95, at the height of the post-Nirvana alternative-music bubble, the record was promoted extensively by the label.  I remember that it seemed like promo copies of &lt;i&gt;vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot&lt;/i&gt; were everywhere at the time - the thing that set Sparklehorse apart from the rest of that "next big thing" crowd was that Linkous was a true eccentric and an exceptional talent.  Sparklehorse's debut is a fuzzy, downcast, lo-fi set of songs - it's bizarre that Capitol ever thought it would be a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Linkous didn't deal with the major-label push all that well, as evidenced by the fact that, the following year, he was crippled in an overdose incident in the UK. But Linkous carried on, releasing three more major-label LPs, including the amazing &lt;i&gt;Good Morning Spider&lt;/i&gt;, written about his overdose, surgeries, and rehabilitation.  Linkous' tendency to mess with "the system" showed through in how he sabotaged "Happy Man", the most obvious hit single he ever wrote.  He swathed the song in AM-style static and weird carnival-music interludes.  Luckily, he didn't feel the need to tear apart "Ghost of His Smile", the best song on that album and one of my all-time favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just as floored by Linkous taking his own life as when his good friend Vic Chesnutt did the same thing a few months ago.  It's a shock to the system when people you respect for "hanging in there" decide that they just can't do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ghost of His Smile" by Sparklehorse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer030810" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/85sn20jxkh.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-2564790684889841663?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=2564790684889841663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/2564790684889841663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/2564790684889841663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/03/mark-linkous-1962-2010.html' title='Mark Linkous (1962 - 2010)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-1909020852325319073</id><published>2010-03-05T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:00:02.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Probabilistic Jukebox'/><title type='text'>Probabilistic Jukebox: "I Got This Feelin'" by Mates of State</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-361.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image from a poster for Riri brand zippers, 1950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not cool to be into Mates of State - they don't really rock, they're too upbeat, they're a happily married couple, their band doesn't have any guitar, etc.  And, even though they are generally seen as critics' darlings, they never really had a record that was an Album of the Year contender.  Somehow they went straight from "too annoying" to "not annoying enough".  Something to do with the difference between being on Polyvinyl Records (too annoying) to being on Barsuk Records (too boring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I basically agree with the perceived evolution of the band, I really like most of the Mates of State records.  I like how they've always built their songs out of little hook-filled snippets instead of verses and choruses - it's oddly appealing.  And I think they made a near-perfect album with 2003's &lt;i&gt;Team Boo&lt;/i&gt;. It's an underrated LP, definitely in the sweet spot between "too annoying" and "too boring".  &lt;i&gt;Team Boo&lt;/i&gt; is full of great songs, and "I Got This Feelin'" is one of my favorites, hidden deep in the album's tracklist.  Built out of three choruses (no verses) and a series of bouncy organ interludes, it's most memorable moment is probably the third chorus, where Kori Gardner and Jason Hammel yell, "This couldn't be more ghetto!" repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Got This Feelin'" by Mates of State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer030510" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/p2rn6eyb7b.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-1909020852325319073?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=1909020852325319073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/1909020852325319073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/1909020852325319073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/03/probabilistic-jukebox-i-got-this-feelin.html' title='Probabilistic Jukebox: &quot;I Got This Feelin&apos;&quot; by Mates of State'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-588779672772214293</id><published>2010-03-04T09:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:40:09.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s New To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1960s'/><title type='text'>It's New to Me: Dimensions by the Box Tops (1969)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-360.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cover illustration from the Serbian magazine &lt;i&gt;Beekeeper&lt;/i&gt;, 1951&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Memphis soul-pop band the Box Tops released their fourth album, &lt;i&gt;Dimensions&lt;/i&gt;, in 1969, the band's lead singer Alex Chilton was 18 years old.  As you might expect from a young band, the Box Tops had largely been puppets for an older producer, Dan Penn, who picked all the songs for the band's early albums and even coached Chilton on how to make his singing voice sound like Penn's own.  On &lt;i&gt;Dimensions&lt;/i&gt;, the band was taking some of the control back, using a different producer (Chips Moman) and giving more input on the songs going on the record.  Chilton even contributed several songs to the album - this was what prompted me to pick up the album, as I'm a huge fan of Chilton's post-Box-Tops band, &lt;a href="http://wiresandwaves.com/2008/11/my-favorite-genres-power-pop.html"&gt;Big Star&lt;/a&gt;.  Also, the cover art on this album is pretty awesome (see sidebar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Box Tops are mostly a "singles" band, and their albums are well-known for being a mish-mash of covers and styles.  This is totally true of &lt;i&gt;Dimensions&lt;/i&gt; as well, but I still find it to be a very satisfying record.  The album's two singles, the minor hit "Soul Deep" and the non-hit ode to prostitutes "Sweet Cream Ladies, Forward March", are both excellent bubblegum-pop pieces that benefit from Chilton's soulful-beyond-his-years delivery.  He actually sounds a bit like Neil Diamond on these songs, which might be why the album also includes a cover of Diamond's "Ain't No Way".  The Bob Dylan cover ("I Shall Be Released"), though, is not as easily explained, except for the fact that everyone was covering Dylan at the time.  It's not bad, though.  And the album's one real soul cover (other than the interminable 9-minute closer "Rock Me Baby") is a great song called "Midnight Angel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surprise for me was that the Chilton compositions on &lt;i&gt;Dimensions&lt;/i&gt; aren't that great.  "Together" is an unimpressive organ ballad and "I Must Be the Devil" is an unconvincing and undistinguished piece of piano blues.  His best contribution to the album is actually a trifle called "(The) Happy Song", which was the b-side to the "Soul Deep" single.  A lighthearted folky number, it starts out sounding just like a Dylan cover, but picks up momentum as it goes, turning into a pretty, bouncy singalong.  My recent posts about Paul Revere &amp; the Raiders and 1910 Fruitgum Company are probably good indicators that I'm a total sucker for lightweight pop from 1969, but &lt;i&gt;Dimensions&lt;/i&gt; is sounding pretty good, especially considering its dubious reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(The) Happy Song" by the Box Tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer030410" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/rl5lja2rdu.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-588779672772214293?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=588779672772214293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/588779672772214293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/588779672772214293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/03/its-new-to-me-dimensions-by-box-tops.html' title='It&apos;s New to Me: Dimensions by the Box Tops (1969)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-1767766895746922817</id><published>2010-03-03T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:07:11.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Stores Now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010s'/><title type='text'>In Stores Now: Odd Blood by Yeasayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-359.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illustration from a poster for the Phillips Climation magic show, c. 1900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a show on &lt;a href="http://www.blogotheque.net/Yeasayer,3966"&gt;La Blogotheque&lt;/a&gt; that first got me interested in Yeasayer.  I'd heard the band's first big single "2080" from their debut album, and I'd liked it, but I'd heard that the album was just so-so overall.  It was the mostly &lt;i&gt;a capella&lt;/i&gt; performances on a subway car from their "Takeaway Show" that convinced me the band was doing something really interesting.  So I bit the bullet and bought &lt;i&gt;Odd Blood&lt;/i&gt;, even though it immediately shot to the top of the "Ugliest-Looking Albums I Own" list (see sidebar for details).  This album of artsy dance-rock is obviously very different from the improvised live performance that initially caught my interest, but the enthusiasm and creativity I was looking for are abundant and infectious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Odd Blood&lt;/i&gt;'s opening track, "The Children", is a the biggest oddity on the album, with a creepy vibe and heavily processed vocals, but I don't mind it because (a) I don't typically like albums' opening tracks anyway, and (b) it serves as a great contrast for the album's second song, the amazing "Ambling Alp".  The demented gospel sound of some of their early songs is not a big factor in what makes the new songs like "Ambling Alp" great - there's a wider mix of influences here, from the Canto-pop hooks of "Madder Red" and vague Eastern flourishes of "Strange Reunions" to the &lt;i&gt;Chariots-of-Fire&lt;/i&gt;isms of "I Remember".  The album's momentum builds nicely as well, only ebbing occasionally as it leads up to the album's danciest number, the blazing "Rome".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After "Rome", &lt;i&gt;Odd Blood&lt;/i&gt; slowly comes down from its giddy highs, with the hiccup of "Mondegreen", the album's only poor composition.  It's not the terrible lyrics of the song that bother me (although I've heard plenty of criticism of them from others) - the lyrics on all of &lt;i&gt;Odd Blood&lt;/i&gt; are pretty simple and often even dumb, but in a harmless way that actually emphasizes the band's sense of fun.  The problem with "Mondegreen", for me, is that it brings in an unwanted influence - *ska* - and the sleazy-sounding horn section that comes with it.  Funnily enough, it's like the evil twin of the album's best song, "Ambling Alp".  But that song uses its horn flourishes for good, not evil, and its gentler reggae inflections work better with the band's shiny-happy approach to music.  I also read somewhere that "Mondegreen" is intended to invoke the feeling of Glenn Beck's tear-stained rants, and that's not something I look for in pop music.  One weak track is not enough to dampen my enthusiasm for this album, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I think that the only way that &lt;i&gt;Odd Blood&lt;/i&gt; won't end up as one of my favorites of 2010 is if I spend too much time looking at its terrible packaging and not enough time listening to its contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ambling Alp" by Yeasayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer030310" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/jrbd2sn11r.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-1767766895746922817?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=1767766895746922817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/1767766895746922817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/1767766895746922817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/03/in-stores-now-odd-blood-by-yeasayer.html' title='In Stores Now: Odd Blood by Yeasayer'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-1197584652332998021</id><published>2010-03-02T09:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:00:03.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Love...'/><title type='text'>We Love the Beach Boys: "Salty Water" by Mark Wirtz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-358.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Detail of &lt;i&gt;Something in the Air&lt;/i&gt; by Jack Vettriano, 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of British producer-musician Mark Wirtz is usually invoked in connection with his ambitious psych-pop experiments in the late '60s, particularly the unfinished &lt;i&gt;Teenage Opera&lt;/i&gt; project (which spawned the Keith West hit "Grocer Jack (Excerpt from A Teenage Opera".)  In the '70s, Wirtz moved to Hollywood to find solo success on Capitol Records.  Surprisingly, things didn't quite work out, and Wirtz's solo work - excellent records full of "plastic pop" evoking ABBA and 10cc in equal measure - barely made a dent in the charts.  These records, &lt;i&gt;Hothouse Smiles&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Balloon&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Cartoon&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;Lost Pets&lt;/i&gt;, were out of print for years but were recently re-released in a neat two CD set.  Except for the inclusion of a couple more recent compositions and the fact that the four records are shuffled together pretty randomly, I am very happy with this collection of psych-tinged '70s-style pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wirtz's last record of the '70s, &lt;i&gt;Lost Pets&lt;/i&gt;, was an unfinished project that got shelved when his collaborators got called away to tour with Toto (I'm not even kidding!)  A few years later, Wirtz's daughter had a close call with her severe allergies and Wirtz, deciding that his priorities needed to be changed, gave up making music.  Which brings us to "Salty Water", one of the completed songs from the &lt;i&gt;Lost Pets&lt;/i&gt; project.  It's a great piece of late-1970s "We Love the Beach Boys" pop - at first, it just seems like generically pleasant harmony-heavy pop, but the bridge at the 2:50 mark momentarily recreates that &lt;i&gt;Surf's Up&lt;/i&gt; vibe I love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salty Water" by Mark Wirtz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer030210" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/ioe44ghr9o.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-1197584652332998021?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=1197584652332998021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/1197584652332998021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/1197584652332998021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/03/we-love-beach-boys-salty-water-by-mark.html' title='We Love the Beach Boys: &quot;Salty Water&quot; by Mark Wirtz'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-4725903802447771091</id><published>2010-03-01T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:33:08.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Saw a Movie'/><title type='text'>I Saw a Show! The Magnetic Fields at the Town Hall, 24 February 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-357.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illustration from the cover of &lt;i&gt;Home Notes&lt;/i&gt; magazine, 1913&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back from my little vacation to an undisclosed location and, while I was away at this undisclosed location, I saw the Magnetic Fields at the Town Hall in Seattle.  My current lifestyle doesn't allow me to get out and see many shows, but I've been making an effort to see bands that don't tour often.  We'll see if I make it to the Pavement reunion this summer.  Spoiler alert: I probably won't!  But the Magnetic Fields have been a higher priority because they've been threatening to quit touring permanently for a while and, unlike most whiners, they have a legit reason.  Frontman Stephin Merritt's hearing-related condition (hyperacusis) is getting worse with time, and it makes live performances difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Magnetic Fields' current tour, in support of their new record &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt;, they're performing as an acoustic five-piece (Merritt on eight-string uke, Claudia Gonson on keyboard, John Woo on acoustic guitar, Sam Devol on cello, and Shirley Simms on autoharp [I think?])  They are also pulling in a variety of great opening acts - we saw Mark Eitzel (of American Music Club) and he did a spirited but brief set of meandering torch songs - he even did his cover of "No Easy Way Down" (one of &lt;a href="http://wiresandwaves.com/2009/08/title-fight-no-easy-way-down.html"&gt;my favorites!&lt;/a&gt;)  After that, the Magnetic Fields took the stage, looking a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-369.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magnetic Fields' set was almost thirty songs long and included selections from all their LPs, except for 1994's &lt;i&gt;Holiday&lt;/i&gt;.  Perhaps in keeping with the so-called "folk" theme of their latest work, they did several of their older folky tunes, like "Wi' Nae Wee Bairn Ye'll Me Beget" and "The One You Really Love" from &lt;i&gt;69 Love Songs&lt;/i&gt;.  They also did excellent new arrangements of favorites from the band's early synth days, like "Falling In Love with the Wolfboy" and "100,000 Fireflies".  Another excellent surprise was that the set featured four of the lesser-known songs from the Magnetic Fields side project, the 6ths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that it was probably my one chance to see Stephin Merritt perform live, I couldn't have been happier with the length and quality of the show.  A couple little things could have been better - some of the songs from &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt; did translate well to the live setting, but some of them didn't.  Also, the band's limited enthusiasm for performing live was exhausted well before the end of the set, even though the band took a 15-minute break halfway through.  As a result, some of the could-have-been-great songs at the end of the show were just passable.  Overall, though, the Town Hall show was a showcase of some of the best pop songs written in the last two decades, and the stage banter was fun, if you're into that kind of thing.  And I can check off one more item on the list of my favorite bands from my college days - you're next, Galaxie 500!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Falling In Love With the Wolfboy" by the Magnetic Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer030109" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/c3uomf6q0g.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-4725903802447771091?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=4725903802447771091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/4725903802447771091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/4725903802447771091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/i-saw-show-magnetic-fields-at-town-hall.html' title='I Saw a Show! The Magnetic Fields at the Town Hall, 24 February 2010'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-6484799642404595519</id><published>2010-02-26T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:00:03.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoning It In'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2000s'/><title type='text'>Phoning It In: "Here's the Telephone" by Page France</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-356.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo from University of North Carolina women's annual &lt;i&gt;Pine Needles&lt;/i&gt;, 1920&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryland indie-pop band Page France set off a lot of "Twee Alert" alarm bells - Strike 1: adenoidal vocals!  Strike 2: nursery rhyme lyrics about cute animals!  Strike 3: glockenspiel everywhere!  And yet, I'll tolerate a lot of tweeness if the hooks are good.  And Page France knew their way around a good pop melody (before they went on extended hiatus in 2007, anyway.)  The almost-title-track from 2007's &lt;i&gt;...and the Family Telephone&lt;/i&gt; couldn't be simpler (or more glockenspectacular!) but I find it surprisingly ingratiating.  "Here's the Telephone"'s second section, where frontman gives his nasal passages a rest so that Whitney McGraw can sing a slower, more whistful outro, is particularly nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back Monday, so tune in then for longer but just as poorly written write-ups (I can't call them reviews with a straight face) of albums that everyone has already bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's the Telephone" by Page France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer022610" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/fgj6ztaspq.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-6484799642404595519?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=6484799642404595519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/6484799642404595519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/6484799642404595519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/phoning-it-in-heres-telephone-by-page.html' title='Phoning It In: &quot;Here&apos;s the Telephone&quot; by Page France'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-3799083918774275418</id><published>2010-02-25T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:00:05.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoning It In'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><title type='text'>Phoning It In: "New York Telephone Conversation" by Lou Reed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illustration for Pepsi World promotional materials by Chermayeff &amp; Geismar, 1961&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in the Big Apple, you may not be able to afford the charges associated with yesterday's "Transatlantic Telephone Conversation", so maybe Lou Reed can help you place a local call.  How's that for a segue?  The slightest song on &lt;i&gt;Transformer&lt;/i&gt;, narrowly beating the almost-equally-baffling "Andy's Chest", I've never really gotten much out of "New York Telephone Conversation".  The only way this song even makes any sense to me is if I imagine Moe Tucker singing it (surprisingly, this trick also works with Snow's "Informer!)  The song is a goofy little sketch about gossipy New Yorkers that takes an odd turn in its third verse, where the titular conversation suddenly turns into a booty call.  "I am calling, yes I’m calling just to speak to you/For I know this night will kill me, if I can’t be with you."  How romantic is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New York Telephone Conversation" by Lou Reed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer022510" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/yuzizulbn4.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-3799083918774275418?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=3799083918774275418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/3799083918774275418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/3799083918774275418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/phoning-it-in-new-york-telephone.html' title='Phoning It In: &quot;New York Telephone Conversation&quot; by Lou Reed'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-5983960754927006918</id><published>2010-02-24T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:00:04.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoning It In'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1990s'/><title type='text'>Phoning It In: "Transatlantic Telephone Conversation" by the Mad Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-354.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cover illustration of mystery novel &lt;i&gt;Yellow Violet&lt;/i&gt; by Frances Crane, 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of town for a couple days, so I'm resurrecting my lame "Phoning It In" feature.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, when Merge Records was celebrating its 20th anniversary with its SCORE CD series, I got a chance to hear a lot of the early Merge bands I'd never heard.  The peppy kiwi-pop of the Mad Scene was one sound that stood out, so I picked up a copy of their Merge full-length &lt;i&gt;Sealight&lt;/i&gt;.  I was a little disappointed that more than half of the album had a moody, overcast feel to it that pops up a surprising amount in New Zealand indie music, but "Transatlantic Telephone Conversation" was one track that was just what I'd been hoping to hear.  With its Clean guitar sound (get it? the Mad Scene's Hamish Kilgour is also in the band the Clean!), handclaps, and simple melody, it gave me flashbacks to the mid-'90s and the simple pop that was so popular with the &lt;i&gt;CMJ&lt;/i&gt; crowd at the time.  Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Transatlantic Telephone Conversation" by the Mad Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer022410" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/ik1ndvam6c.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-5983960754927006918?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=5983960754927006918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/5983960754927006918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/5983960754927006918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/phoning-it-in-transatlantic-telephone.html' title='Phoning It In: &quot;Transatlantic Telephone Conversation&quot; by the Mad Scene'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-8766146141415068006</id><published>2010-02-23T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:47:04.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s New To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1960s'/><title type='text'>It's New to Me: Alias Pink Puzz by Paul Revere &amp; the Raiders (1969)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-353.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illustration from &lt;i&gt;The Redemption of Marie Gordon: The Tragic Story of Wronged Womanhood&lt;/i&gt; #2 by Cora Lane Sherman, 1926&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the late '60s, Paul Revere &amp; the Raiders were one of the biggest-selling rock groups in America.  They had a decent string of hits, and they were well-known for their regular appearances on Dick Clark's shows to perform in their goofy Revolution-era uniforms.  But, as singer Mark Lindsay and Paul Revere took more control of the band in an attempt to take the Raiders in a more serious direction, three of the band's core members got fed up and left.  By '69, FM radio was the new place for rock music, and, wanting to be seen as a more "serious" rock band, Lindsay wanted an FM radio hit.  The Raiders couldn't get any airplay on FM radio because they were a "Top 40" band, so Lindsay sent the stations the band's new harder-edged single "Let Me!" in a sleeve saying it was from a new band called Pink Puzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let Me!" was a hot single until the DJs found out who was really behind the song - then they dropped it like a hot potato.  Paul Revere &amp; the Raiders then put out &lt;i&gt;Alias Pink Puzz&lt;/i&gt;, a new album including "Let Me!" with a set of Lindsay-penned and -produced songs.  A lot of the songs on the record are about the Raiders' experiences on the road, particularly their tour of Europe, and these songs are among the strongest on the record.  The album also has straight-forward pop songs ("Thank You" and "I Need You") and a dreamy ballad ("I Don't Know").  There are some nice psych tinges to the songs, and much of the album has an easy-going, rambling feel like Creedence Clearwater Revival.  Most people prefer the early R&amp;B-flavored records the Raiders did, but I think this album shows that their late-'60s albums were pretty strong as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frankfort Side Street" is one of those songs Lindsay wrote after their tour of Europe, and it's one of my favorites on the album.  It has a folky feel that would have been out of place on an earlier Raiders record, and the wistful "sitting in my hotel" lyrics don't come across as corny as most songs of this genre.  It has some great guitar work by Freddy Weller, and the tinkling electric piano is a nice touch as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Frankfort Side Street" by Paul Revere &amp; the Raiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer022310" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/no81tu6yqi.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-8766146141415068006?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=8766146141415068006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/8766146141415068006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/8766146141415068006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/its-new-to-me-alias-pink-puzz-by-paul.html' title='It&apos;s New to Me: Alias Pink Puzz by Paul Revere &amp; the Raiders (1969)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-630218602299512796</id><published>2010-02-22T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:04:42.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Stores Now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010s'/><title type='text'>In Stores Now: Astro Coast by Surfer Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-352.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Panel from &lt;i&gt;Dark Mysteries&lt;/i&gt; comic book issue #9 by drawn by John D'Agostino, October 1952&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, comparing a new band to a more familiar, established artist can be a good thing.  Sure, sometimes it's just laziness to make comparisons instead of actually trying to describe what the music is like, but unless you're really good at writing about music, a straight-forward description can be just as useless.  Take Surfer Blood, for instance.  The initial stuff I read about this new Florida band made them sound like another in a long line of generic indie-schmindie Pitchfork-approved bands.  But I'll admit that the comparisons to early Weezer made me sit up and pay attention a little more, and I'm not even a huge Weezer fan.  I'd heard the Surfer Blood single, "Swim", and I hadn't really heard any Weezerness in it.  Ultimately, I think that this comparison is a red herring, but it got me to dig a little deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is all a set-up for me making my own lazy comparison.  I know that this is not an &lt;i&gt;en vogue&lt;/i&gt; reference point, but &lt;i&gt;Astro Coast&lt;/i&gt; sounds a lot to me like the first Shins record, &lt;i&gt;Oh Inverted World&lt;/i&gt;, but recorded in an apartment with slightly less intolerant neighbors.  It has that same "we recorded this at a pretty low volume and then added a lot of reverb" feel to it.  It also has the same Kinks-by-way-of-the-Cure guitar sound.  And it has hooks.  That's really the thing that elevates this record above bog-standard blog-hype indie - the hooks are better.  The first four songs on the album are about as good as you could ask for, unless kinda-generic guitar pop makes you break out in hives.  It's not a perfect record - "Twin Peaks", arguably the album's most Weezer-influenced track, is a lyrical low point of juvenilia, and putting the album's two longest (and slowest) songs as the penultimate tracks is a questionable choice.  Both songs ("Slow Jabroni" and "Anchorage") build to nice crescendos but they kind of follow the same template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfer Blood is at their best when they stick to poppy, reverbed-out ditties like "Swim" and the album's excellent closing song, "Catholic Pagans".  That song even has a Beach-Boys vocal breakdown that wins automatic brownie points from me.  You might be able to tell that I'm still trying to convince myself that this album isn't just a "flavor of the month" thing for whatever reason, but I'm pretty sure at this point that I like this a lot.  I just hope their career arc goes better than similar bands that got Pitchfork attention in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Swim" by Surfer Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer022210" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/te8pthgfge.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-630218602299512796?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=630218602299512796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/630218602299512796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/630218602299512796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/in-stores-now-astro-coast-by-surfer.html' title='In Stores Now: Astro Coast by Surfer Blood'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-7050613696464537984</id><published>2010-02-19T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:24:20.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s New To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1980s'/><title type='text'>It's New to Me: Argybargy by Squeeze (1980)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-351.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illustration from the cover of &lt;i&gt;Popular Mechanics&lt;/i&gt; magazine, April 1931&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK pop band Squeeze has always been a frustrating proposition - their excellent early albums have long been out of print in the US, and I've known better to pick up the omnipresent collection &lt;i&gt;45's and Under&lt;/i&gt; - it would just make me want to hear the proper albums more.  I've been casually familiar with their well-known songs, but I finally decided to make an effort to get their early albums.  I picked up 1981's &lt;i&gt;East Side Story&lt;/i&gt; last year, but it apparently didn't make enough of an impression to get a write-up here at the time.  I still listen to it often, but finding a copy of the recent 2-CD deluxe &lt;i&gt;Argybargy&lt;/i&gt; was more exciting - I'd heard great things about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of pop songwriting, and Squeeze distills most of the things I love about '60s and '70s UK lyricism and composition into neat little vignettes of melody - Robert Christgau called them a band "obsessed with the telling detail", and I like this about them.  &lt;i&gt;Argybargy&lt;/i&gt; is a set of well-crafted pop songs, and the b-sides and outtakes included in this re-release show that they were working with a real excess of good ideas at the time.  I was very familiar, of course, with "Pulling Mussels (From the Shell)", so it's good that it comes first - I can get it out of the way and enjoy the less familiar material like the equally excellent singles "Another Nail in My Heart" and "If I Didn't Love You".  &lt;i&gt;Argybargy&lt;/i&gt; also has some Elvis-Costello-style jerky pop ("Misadventure", "Farfisa Beat"), and a couple of Chris Difford's great story-oriented songs &lt;i&gt;a la&lt;/i&gt; "Up the Junction".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two moody tracks ("I Think I'm Go Go" and "Here Comes That Feeling") are unremarkable but useful for contrast purposes, and Jools Holland's big number "Wrong Side of the Moon" is a bit of a sore thumb, but this is a really solid album.  It's weird that the band agreed to cut three songs from the album at the record company's behest - "Someone Else's Heart" ended up on their next album, and "What the Butler Saw" got a b-side release, but "Funny How It Goes", the source of the album's original title, &lt;i&gt;It's a Funny Old World&lt;/i&gt;, never saw the light of day until the late '90s.  And it's too bad - it's a great song with a memorable verse melody (the chorus is a little lightweight), some nice piano from Holland, and a cool synth outro.  Having these songs reattached to the end of the album is nice, giving &lt;i&gt;Argybargy&lt;/i&gt; a more fleshed-out feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next move is to go back further in the Squeeze discography and get &lt;i&gt;Cool for Cats&lt;/i&gt;.  I've never liked the title track for some reason, but I need to get past that because the other songs I know from that album ("Up the Junction" and "Goodbye Girl") are as good as anything on &lt;i&gt;Argybargy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny How It Goes" by Squeeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer021910" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/fihl02vcua.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-7050613696464537984?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=7050613696464537984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/7050613696464537984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/7050613696464537984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/its-new-to-me-argybargy-by-squeeze-1980.html' title='It&apos;s New to Me: Argybargy by Squeeze (1980)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-4373090290764302179</id><published>2010-02-18T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:18:41.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Love...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1960s'/><title type='text'>We Love the Beach Boys: "In the City" by the Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-350.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo of singer Michi Aoyama by Co Rentmeester from &lt;i&gt;LIFE&lt;/i&gt; magazine, 1969&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith Moon loved the Beach Boys.  A lot.  He started out playing in a surf-pop band, and his love of Brian Wilson, Jan &amp; Dean, etc. is well documented.  In an interview last year, Roger Daltrey said, "He would have left the Who at the drop of a hat to join the Beach Boys."  The rest of the Who never really liked the Beach Boys much, apparently, and it shows the strength of Moon's personality and his role in the band that Beach Boys touches show up in so many Who songs.  This is especially true of the stuff they released in the wake of &lt;i&gt;...Sings My Generation&lt;/i&gt; (i.e. the &lt;i&gt;Ready Steady Who&lt;/i&gt; EP and &lt;i&gt;A Quick One&lt;/i&gt;), where the harmonies, surf-rock drumming, and select covers ("Bucket T" and "Barbara Ann") revealed an admiration of the brothers Wilson and Co.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most "Beach Boys" thing Moon ever did with the Who was, in my opinion, "In the City", the b-side to the "I'm a Boy" single.  Before that single's release in August of '66, Moon and John Entwhistle went into the studio without the other half of the band and recorded this odd Beach Boys pastiche - Pete Townsend apparently added some guitar to the song &lt;i&gt;ex post facto&lt;/i&gt;, but the whole composition is a rare Moon/Entwhistle collaboration.  I'm guessing that the French horn was Entwhistle's idea because it's the only thing about the song that doesn't scream, "Beach Boys!"  This is my favorite era of Who music (up through my favorite Who album &lt;i&gt;Sell Out&lt;/i&gt;), combining the raw energy of their first album with very poppy, harmony-heavy vocal arrangements.  It also has fun with urbanizing a lot of the standard surf-music lyrical themes - "Well you can surf in the sea/You can swim in the pools/Do anything you wanna/Because there ain't no rules!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the City" by the Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer021810" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/bvsgelz72n.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-4373090290764302179?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=4373090290764302179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/4373090290764302179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/4373090290764302179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/we-love-beach-boys-in-city-by-who.html' title='We Love the Beach Boys: &quot;In the City&quot; by the Who'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-6831850365424881906</id><published>2010-02-17T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:50:11.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Stores Now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010s'/><title type='text'>In Stores Now: We All Got Out of the Army by Robert Pollard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-349.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illustration from the Mongolian children's book &lt;i&gt;Baby Sheep&lt;/i&gt; by Dashdorj Natsagdorj, 1957&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pollard, the endlessly prolific and consistently excellent songwriter from Dayton, Ohio (and former frontman of the BEST BAND EVER, Guided by Voices), has released his first of five or six full-lengths he has slated for 2010.  It's called &lt;i&gt;We All Got Out of the Army&lt;/i&gt;, and it's a set of songs that show a logical progression of the songwriting style he's been developing over the last couple years.  It's not a move in the direction I like best in Pollard's music (i.e. the pop/psych axis of Pollard's "Four Ps") - his solo albums have been lately been leaning more toward the prog/(post)punk direction, with the possible addition of a fifth P, "plodding hard rock".  But I've resigned myself to the fact that there are Pollard fans whose tastes are radically different from mine (i.e. they don't think that "In Stitches" and "Zoo Pie" are the worst songs on &lt;i&gt;Do the Collapse&lt;/i&gt;), and this new one is probably just the album for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I'm actually kind of grooving on the more rocking sound of &lt;i&gt;We All Got Out of the Army&lt;/i&gt;.  A couple of the songs are just dumb, thumping "rawk" - I'm looking at you "Rice Train" and "On Top of the Vertigo" - but the harder rock sound works well when mixed with other elements, as on the single/opening-track greatness of "Silk Rotor", where a gooey chorus hook repeats as the song builds up to a thick instrumental jam.  A couple other songs have this "hard pop" sound, like the hooky "Your Rate Will Never Go Up" and "Cameo of a Smile", with short interludes like the breezy "Talking Dogs" and lo-fi acoustic "Wild Girl" provide brief respites from the riffage onslaught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producer Todd Tobias contributes his usual sounds (hello again, cheapy fake-Mellotron synths), but Pollard's recent inclination to provide more the album's guitar leads is much appreciated.  There's some great guitarwork on this record.  And Pollard's varied vocal approaches on &lt;i&gt;We All Got Out of the Army&lt;/i&gt;, including an unexpected amount of talk-singing, work better here than the weird-voice antics he's been playing with on recent albums.  The most unfortunate thing is that these songs would really come to life in a live setting - I can't tell you how many times I've heard people say, "I never really liked that one song from the album (e.g. "I'll Replace You With Machines") until I heard him do it live."  I've got to wonder why Pollard would write an album full of songs like that, now that he's pretty much given up performing live altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talking Dogs" by Robert Pollard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer021710" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/8rcugijn6k.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-6831850365424881906?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=6831850365424881906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/6831850365424881906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/6831850365424881906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/in-stores-now-we-all-got-out-of-army-by_17.html' title='In Stores Now: We All Got Out of the Army by Robert Pollard'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-7999164138214449334</id><published>2010-02-16T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:00:00.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Saw a Movie'/><title type='text'>I Saw a Movie: Crazy Heart (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-348.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Panel from &lt;i&gt;Rin Tin Tin&lt;/i&gt; comic book #15, September 1956&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small but affecting movie deserves a small, affecting review.  I'll stick with "small", though - the other is beyond my grasp.  As a longtime Jeff Bridges fan (my favorite movies include &lt;i&gt;The Big Lebowski&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Fearless&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;The Fisher King&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;TRON&lt;/i&gt;), I'd feel bad not seeing the movie that will bring him his "this guy is overdo" Best Actor Oscar.  And &lt;i&gt;Crazy Heart&lt;/i&gt; didn't disappoint.  It's got a nice little story bolstered by great performances from Bridges, Gyllenhaal, and a small supporting cast, and the music is top notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/crazy-heart-maggie-gyllenhaal-je-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/crazy-heart-maggie-gyllenhaal-je-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would have been disappointed by the lack of chemistry between the leads except that I kind of expected it, and it actually worked for me in the context of the story.  It would be weird is there was an immediate crackling sexual energy between a 57-year-old alcoholic country singer and the young reporter doing a story on him.  The characters, Bad Blake and Jean Craddock, have their own reasons for falling in love, and in a performance-focused film like this, I'm glad that the characters showed a lot about their respective lives without being obvious about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is the other aspect of &lt;i&gt;Crazy Heart&lt;/i&gt; worth mentioning - I really liked it, and it had the pre-nu-country sound that you'd expect from a country singer that peaked in the '70s.  Blake uses local musicians on his little tour of the Southwest, so you get to see him backed by young garage rockers, a honkytonk band with a piano and accordion, and the professional musicians that back him when he opens for his super-famous former protégé.  The music has a lot of personality without overwhelming &lt;i&gt;Crazy Heart&lt;/i&gt;'s other little charms, making for a nice music-oriented movie about a very realistic aging musician and the life he's made for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy Horses" by the Osmonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer021610" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/350xqg5zxm.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-7999164138214449334?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=7999164138214449334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/7999164138214449334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/7999164138214449334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/i-saw-movie-crazy-heart-2009.html' title='I Saw a Movie: Crazy Heart (2009)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-2151174322949328917</id><published>2010-02-15T09:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:22:35.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Stores Now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010s'/><title type='text'>In Stores Now: Heartland by Owen Pallett</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-347.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illustration by A. Calbet from a French-language edition of Homer's &lt;i&gt;Odyssey&lt;/i&gt;, 1897&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen Pallett (né Final Fantasy) has an impressive new record, &lt;i&gt;Heartland&lt;/i&gt;, and I've been listening to it for a couple weeks, waiting for that moment when I feel ready to write about it.  But that moment just isn't coming.  I've only been familiar with Pallett's first record, &lt;i&gt;Has a Good Home&lt;/i&gt; (someday I'll get over its terrible title and buy his second record, &lt;i&gt;He Poos Clouds&lt;/i&gt;), but I really wasn't prepared for the complex melodicism and labyrinthine lyrics of this record.  It's a compelling listen if not an immediately rewarding one, and I'm drawn back to it again and again, but for now I don't have much in the way of intelligent commentary to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pallett doesn't really ease the listener into &lt;i&gt;Heartland&lt;/i&gt;, and that was the first issue I had to deal with in getting to know the album.  &lt;i&gt;Heartland&lt;/i&gt; begins with "Midnight Directives", an appropriately dramatic number with a jumpy pizzicato-strings and persistent percussion arrangement.  Following this song with the Arcade-Fire-quoting "Keep the Dog Quiet" (which also has the over-the-top emotiveness of Pallett's old band) is not a good move, though.  And the third track, the brief "Mount Alpentine", is also huge-sounding and opaque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this slow start, though, &lt;i&gt;Heartland&lt;/i&gt; picks up quickly with a run of great songs that pretty much carries through to the album's understated finale, "What Do You Think Will Happen Now?"  The two songs referencing the concept album's main character are the best - "Lewis Takes Action?" has a classic pop song featuring a &lt;a href="http://wiresandwaves.com/2009/02/we-love-ronettes-be-my-baby-drum-intro.html"&gt;"Be My Baby" drum intro&lt;/a&gt;, and "Lewis Takes Off His Shirt" has the album's only big chorus hook.  Although these big pop songs do a good job of anchoring the album in a pop sound, they are not the album's only catchy moments by any stretch.  The other songs just have a less "usual" kind of catchiness that sinks in bit by bit after a couple listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't really come through after repeated listens (for me, anyway) is the meaning of &lt;i&gt;Heartland&lt;/i&gt;'s lyrics.  Few things are more frustrating than albums that say, "I'm clearly a concept album, but I'm only going to tell you just enough of the story to know there is one."  Certain phrases really stick in the mind: "I'll bludgeon 'til the body's cold", "Scissors of fate or the fire of Surtur", "I know it, I do affirm it with overzealous obscurantism."  But I find myself focusing on the lyrics without any real rewards for the attention - it's frustrating because Pallett's got a great poetic sense.  A little mystery is a good, thing, though, and &lt;i&gt;Heartland&lt;/i&gt; probably has the highest level of craftsmanship of any album I've heard this year.  And it's easier to take Pallett seriously, now that he no longer refers to himself by the name of a Japanese video game franchise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lewis Takes Action" by Owen Pallett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer021510" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/g1fqdz1yix.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-2151174322949328917?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=2151174322949328917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/2151174322949328917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/2151174322949328917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/in-stores-now-heartland-by-owen-pallett.html' title='In Stores Now: Heartland by Owen Pallett'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-80517722710972798</id><published>2010-02-12T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:24:24.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Does This Exist?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1980s'/><title type='text'>Why Does This Exist?: "Love Is Like a Bullet" by Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-346.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo of Frankie Venom and Eyepatch at a Ramones concert from the &lt;i&gt;Pig Paper&lt;/i&gt; fanzine #8, April 1978&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to think of a good "Valentiney" song to talk about for "Why Does This Exist?" today, but I kinda choked.  The best I could come up with was "Love Is Like a Bullet" by Shoes from their underrated 1989 album, &lt;i&gt;Stolen Wishes&lt;/i&gt;.  The simile of love being like a bullet isn't too terrible on its own, but the way it is employed by Shoes' Jeff Murphy in this song is questionable.  The first verse is about having been "shot" by love, with some appropriately emotive power-pop lyrics: "She shot me down in cold blood, and dropped me to my knees."  Things get a little creepier in the subsequent verses, though, when Jeff appears to be warning someone (a girl?) about being shot by the bullets of his "love gun".  Things get explicit with lines like, "In a hot flash you feel the pain/You thought you were immune but feelings still remain/It could be just a flesh wound, easy to survive/But if it hits your heart, you'll fight to stay alive."  That may be taking the metaphor a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;i&gt;Stolen Wishes&lt;/i&gt; just now, though, I remembered that the album has an even more WTF love song called "Inside of You", which features the chorus lyric, "I wanna fill the empty part inside of you."  Ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love Is Like a Bullet" by Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer021210" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/v5c06eupam.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-80517722710972798?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=80517722710972798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/80517722710972798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/80517722710972798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/why-does-this-exist-love-is-like-bullet.html' title='Why Does This Exist?: &quot;Love Is Like a Bullet&quot; by Shoes'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-4739254540503489708</id><published>2010-02-11T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:56:31.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1970s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Love...'/><title type='text'>We Love the Beach Boys: "California Jam" by Klaatu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-345.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illustration from &lt;i&gt;Simplicissimus&lt;/i&gt; magazine, November 1943&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to think of people in the '70s as having been naive, drug-addled, and/or hopelessly deluded, and I base this opinion (justifiably, I think) on the Klaatu media frenzy of 1976.  I love the first Klaatu album, &lt;i&gt;3:47 EST&lt;/i&gt; (retitled &lt;i&gt;Klaatu&lt;/i&gt; in US markets), but I have no idea how you could believe that one or more Beatles was involved in its creation.  The album's opening track, the fairly well-known single "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft", has some Beatlesy bits in it, but you don't have to go any further than the album's second song to thoroughly debunk the conspiracy theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That track, "California Jam", is such a shameless Beach Boys pastiche that it is obvious that Klaatu is a group of guys who loved '60s pop-rock, not a secret reunion of John, Paul, and Ringo (even the staunchest conspiracy-theorizer couldn't believe that George would participate in this project).  The song is about drinking Coke and California sun, and it even has one of those Brian-Wilson vocal breakdowns I love - I'm not a fan of the phrasing on "cold cola!" in the opening stanza, and the fake audience noise at the end doesn't really work for me, but otherwise it's a solid summery pop song.  And it's particularly impressive that it (and the rest of this ambitious album) was assembled by a trio of unknown Canadian musicians.  It's just too bad that the album only got any attention by way of a Carpenters cover (which is excellent, BTW!) and one of the weirdest pop-music rumors ever.  And if you get to track three of &lt;i&gt;3:47 EST&lt;/i&gt;, the funky "Anus of Uranus", and you still think you're listening to an album that one of the Beatles was involved with, you're definitely naive, drug-addled, and/or hopelessly deluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"California Jam" by Klaatu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer021110" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/s601xn6mfv.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-4739254540503489708?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=4739254540503489708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/4739254540503489708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/4739254540503489708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/we-love-beach-boys-california-jam-by.html' title='We Love the Beach Boys: &quot;California Jam&quot; by Klaatu'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-2311501284971089435</id><published>2010-02-10T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:04:06.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s New To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1950s'/><title type='text'>It's New to Me: The Buddy Holly Collection by Buddy Holly (1954-1959)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-344.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo of Peery's Egyptian Theater by F. Jennings, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half of my experiment with late '50s pop comes in the form of &lt;i&gt;The Buddy Holly Collection&lt;/i&gt;, and I fid this set just about as enjoyable as the early Everly Brothers collection I picked up at the same time.  I chose &lt;i&gt;The Buddy Holly Collection&lt;/i&gt; because it seemed like the most comprehensive collection of Holly's stuff available, short of getting the exhaustive box set.  The problem with the latter option is that such sets always include the four existing takes of each song set back to back, making the CDs unuseable for casual listening (unless you want to hear three nearly-identical "That'll Be the Day"s in a row). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, I already have some buyer's remorse about the &lt;i&gt;The Buddy Holly Collection&lt;/i&gt;, as much as I like it - it's not as comprehensive as I'd hoped (Holly recorded a lot more music during his short career than I'd guessed), and it dedicates too much space to his early, pre-fame work.  But I think that most sets of this kind do that, trying to capture Holly's full career arc (arguably, I should have gotten the recent 3-CD &lt;i&gt;Memorial Collection&lt;/i&gt;, which does a better job of this).  What this all means, though, is that the first disc of &lt;i&gt;The Buddy Holly Collection&lt;/i&gt; takes a while to get going - the first eight tracks are pretty much throwaways.  Around the middle of the disc, though, the songs swing to the opposite extreme as you get to Holly's first string of hit singles, "That'll Be the Day", "Not Fade Away", "Everyday", etc.  These songs are great, of course, but it's jarring to hear them all in a row after twenty minutes of Holly playing pretty anonymous-sounding rockabilly numbers like "Baby, Won't You Come Around Tonight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second disc is a much better listen, even if it doesn't have as many of his big hits.  Holly had two recording contracts, one as a solo artist and one with the Crickets, so there's a good variety to the songs from this period, and I don't even mind the last few songs, which are demos that Holly's producer Norman Petty dressed up with full arrangements by the Fireballs after Holly's death.  The songs on the second disc also have more impact because I'm less familiar with them.  It's unfortunate that the set gets off to a slow start, but &lt;i&gt;The Buddy Holly Collection&lt;/i&gt; does a pretty good job of showing off Holly's impressive skills as a vocalist, songwriter, and guitarist.  One of my favorites from the set is "Wishing" - recorded in '58, it was part of Holly's reunion with Bob Montgomery, his original songwriting collaborator from his high school days.  Holly's double-tracked vocals are very nice, and the song has a sweet melody - one of the quirks of Holly's suddenly-cut-off career is that the song wasn't released as a single until '63, four full years after his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wishing" by Buddy Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer021010" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/d80qsnxezn.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-2311501284971089435?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=2311501284971089435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/2311501284971089435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/2311501284971089435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/its-new-to-me-buddy-holly-collection-by.html' title='It&apos;s New to Me: The Buddy Holly Collection by Buddy Holly (1954-1959)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-8283543885620357832</id><published>2010-02-09T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:55:13.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s New To Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1950s'/><title type='text'>It's New to Me: The Complete Cadence Recordings by the Everly Brothers (1957 - 1960)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-342.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illustration by Felix Lorioux from &lt;i&gt;Le Buffon des Enfants II: Les Insectes de chez Nous&lt;/i&gt;, 1946&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to the early Beatles albums lately (in glorious mono!), and something occurred to me.  A lot of what I like in the early Beatles sound is the poppy melodicism that comes directly from two acts of the late '50s, Buddy Holly and the Everly Brothers.  I've had trouble really getting into any '50s music up to this point (the early Motown singles turned out to be more of a mixed bag than I expected), but maybe Buddy Holly and the Everlys' stuff (I've only been familiar with the well-known singles) would be my gateway to an earlier era of pop music.  So I went out and got decent collections of the work of Buddy Holly and the early Everly Brothers.  Both 2-disc sets turned out to be quite good, with a disc and a half of really great music each, but I think the &lt;i&gt;Complete Cadence Recordings&lt;/i&gt; of the Everly Brothers may be my favorite of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don and Phil Everly were still teens when they came to Nashville to get a record deal.  After a run of bad luck, the boys got signed by Cadence Recordings - their luck turned around pretty quick when they were given the song "Bye Bye Love" for their very first single.  The writers of that song, husband and wife team Boudleaux and Felice Bryant, wrote a string of great songs for the Everlys over the next three years, including "Wake Up Little Susie", "Bird Dog", "Devoted to You", and "Take a Message to Mary".  Because they had such strong singles from day one, this collection contains an amazing run of great songs from the start.  The brothers were writing their own material during this time as well, and I was really surprised how great some of their previously-unreleased rough demos are (Don's "Give Me a Future" and Phil's "Sally Sunshine" are among my favorites in this collection).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second disc of &lt;i&gt;Complete Cadence Recordings&lt;/i&gt; suffers a bit, though, from having the Everlys' second Cadence LP on it.  Titled &lt;i&gt;Songs Our Daddy Taught Us&lt;/i&gt;, the album was (unsurprisingly) a collection of traditional songs from their childhood.  The songs are primarily maudlin ballads about dying children and murderers - they drag on too long (each song runs about twice as long as the Everlys' big singles from this period) and become really monotonous.  I don't know what the Everlys were thinking, releasing this at the peak of their big pop success.  The second half of the second disc comes back strong with the brothers' last singles for Cadence, one of the best being "('Til) I Kissed You"/"Oh What a Feeling" - this single featured two love songs Don Everly wrote about a girl he fell for on tour in Australia.  When Don and Phil left Cadence in 1960, the label predicted that they'd never make it on their own.  The Everlys proved them wrong pretty quick, releasing "Cathy's Clown" for Warner Bros. later that year - it sold eight million copies and became their biggest hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, What a Feeling" by the Everly Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer020910" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/15886tbyti.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-8283543885620357832?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=8283543885620357832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/8283543885620357832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/8283543885620357832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/its-new-to-me-complete-cadence.html' title='It&apos;s New to Me: The Complete Cadence Recordings by the Everly Brothers (1957 - 1960)'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-9024015521866004727</id><published>2010-02-08T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:32:52.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In Stores Now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010s'/><title type='text'>In Stores Now: Realism by the Magnetic Fields</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-341.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image from an advertisement for Smirnoff Vodka, 1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magnetic Fields' "no-synths" trilogy ends with &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt;, and this would come as a relief to some old-school fans of the band, except that Stephin Merritt didn't even bother to tell anyone that this was a trilogy he was working on until it was done.  Beginning with 2004's &lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt; album, Merritt has worked with narrowly-defined concepts and structures in reaction to the everything-in-one-go &lt;i&gt;69 Love Songs&lt;/i&gt; that came before.  Merritt has said that his career-defining triple album was him doing everything he knows how to do, so it's no surprise to see him using self-imposed strictures to deliver something different.  &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt; was supposed to be Merritt's "folk" album, a contrast to the JAMC-mimicking noisefest of of 2008's &lt;i&gt;Distortion&lt;/i&gt;, but that label and a few other issues kind of make this album one that is hard to get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the "folk" tag is a red herring - the clean acoustic sound of &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt; sounds less folky than other things Merritt has done (e.g. &lt;i&gt;69LS&lt;/i&gt;'s "The One You Really Love") - it's closer to the "AM Gold" sound from the Merritt songs on the &lt;i&gt;Pieces of April&lt;/i&gt; soundtrack.  So that threw me off on my first listen, as did the much-commented-upon similarity between the opening track of &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt; and "I Don't Believe You" from &lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;.  The number of showtunes-style songs also caught me off-guard (I was expecting folk songs!) - the songs with female lead vocals are the main offenders.  I loved Shirley Simms' contributions to previous albums, but her singing sounds weird and stilted on "Interlude" and "Painted Flower".  The album's other jokey songs are those that feature gang vocals - "We Are Having a Hootenanny", "Everything Is One Big Christmas Tree", and "The Dada Polka" can easily be written off as novelty songs.  I was ready to write &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt; off because I couldn't get past these issues, but then I ran across a few insightful comments about the album that made me go back and give it another listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually look for hidden themes in Merritt's albums, but there's an interesting depth and unstated theme to &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt; that makes it a much more interesting album to me.  Merritt has said that he originally considered calling his last two albums &lt;i&gt;True&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;False&lt;/i&gt;, but he wasn't sure which label to give to which.  How could the clean, unadorned songs of &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt; be "false"?  Perhaps it's because it's a set of songs dealing with distortions of reality (a theme not found to the same degree on &lt;i&gt;Distortion&lt;/i&gt;).  The delusion of the opening track, "You Must Be Out of Your Mind", is right there in the title, but there are subtler distortions throughout the album.  There is no real hootenanny going on, the dolls' tea party is not what it seems, and the painted flower is ... well, it's a painted flower.  The key song that brings it all together is "Better Things", the album's strongest song and a statement of purpose that would serve the album better if it wasn't buried in the album's second half.  In this song, three fanciful creatures (a mermaid, a ghost princess, and a wolfboy) are set in contrast to "real birds" in a way that raises the question, "What parts of &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt; are really real?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never embrace the trifles of &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt; on the same level that I've loved other songs that Merritt has written, but I appreciate the &lt;i&gt;trompe l'oeil&lt;/i&gt; he's created.  And now that I find it interesting, I'm listening to &lt;i&gt;Realism&lt;/i&gt; a lot more often and enjoying it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We Are Having a Hootenanny" by the Magnetic Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer020810" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/f1830jg6zv.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-9024015521866004727?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=9024015521866004727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/9024015521866004727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/9024015521866004727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/in-stores-now-realism-by-magnetic.html' title='In Stores Now: Realism by the Magnetic Fields'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-522901757615219648.post-2964546018012661478</id><published>2010-02-05T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:15:59.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1960s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Probabilistic Jukebox'/><title type='text'>Probabilistic Jukebox: "Bubblegum World" by 1910 Fruitgum Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; " src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee192/keyloser/WandW-340.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Color woodcut titled &lt;i&gt;The Daruma Branch&lt;/i&gt; by Helen Hyde, 1910&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 1910 Fruitgum Company is largely responsible for the creation of bubblegum pop in the mid-1960s.  There were plenty of other bands honing the bubblegum sound at the time (e.g. Ohio Express, Music Explosion), but a confluence of events brought the whole package together with 1910 Fruitgum Company's first hit.  The group was contacted by the production team of Kasenetz and Katz, the real brains behind the creation of bubblegum pop, with a single they wanted recorded called "Simon Says".  The band didn't really like the song, so they retooled it to give it a more insistent "Wooly Bully"-style rhythm and sound.  The song was a big hit, and the archetype for bubblegum pop really gelled for the first time: a bouncy upbeat sound, childhood-inspire subject matter, and immediate vocal arrangements with lots of backing vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1910 Fruitgum Company stuck with that formula through several hit singles, as is easy to see from titles like "May I Take a Giant Step (Into Your Heart)", "1, 2, 3 Red Light", :Goody Goody Gumdrops", and "Pop Goes the Weasel".  By 1968, the original lineup of 1910 Fruitgum Company was coming apart, but it didn't matter because Kasenetz and Katz owned the band name and could replace the vocalists and musicians at will.  The band ceased to exist the minute the producers decided there was no money to be made with the band name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite 1910 Fruitgum Company songs, "Bubblegum World", was actually never a single - it was a track on the band's first LP.  The song is perfect late-'60s bubblegum pop, though - the rhythm is exuberant and the layered backing vocals are as sickly sweet as the song's subject matter (no surprise that the band opened for the Beach Boys on tour around this time).  The song uses a childhood object as a metaphor for relationship issues, as many 1910 Fruitgum Company songs did, and there's an underlying creepiness in some of the song's content as well - the weird, condescending dynamic of a man using little-kid stuff to describe a relationship issue to a girl, and particularly the way vocalist Mark Gutkowski sings the last line of the verse, "You're going a little insane!" It skeeves me out just a little every time.  That little cheek-popping sound effect throughout the song is cool, though, particularly the last one right at the end of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bubblegum World" by 1910 Fruitgum Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf" id="audioplayer020510" height="24" width="290"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://keyloser.holaservers.com/player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="playerID=1&amp;amp;bg=0xF7DDC7&amp;amp;leftbg=0xE99957&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;lefticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;rightbg=0xE1771E&amp;amp;rightbghover=0xBF651A&amp;amp;righticon=0x381E08&amp;amp;righticonhover=0x381E08&amp;amp;text=0xE1771E&amp;amp;slider=0xE1771E&amp;amp;track=0xFDF2E9&amp;amp;border=0x381E08&amp;amp;loader=0xF1BC8F&amp;amp;loop=no&amp;amp;autostart=no&amp;amp;soundFile=http://www.box.net/shared/static/jmhdddvbu4.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/522901757615219648-2964546018012661478?l=wiresandwaves.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=522901757615219648&amp;postID=2964546018012661478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/2964546018012661478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/522901757615219648/posts/default/2964546018012661478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wiresandwaves.com/2010/02/probabilistic-jukebox-bubblegum-world.html' title='Probabilistic Jukebox: &quot;Bubblegum World&quot; by 1910 Fruitgum Company'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05775315833433945278</uri><email>nathanjennings@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06387339435369966299'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>