Watching the Grammys is like going to a dance party on the Titanic. That said, raging mindlessly against the mainstream is just as bad as following it – and since I was forced to watch the show, some brief thoughts: Read the rest of this entry »
A solo, ethereal take on one of The National‘s best songs by past tourmate St. Vincent, live at the Brooklyn Vegan Haiti Benefit in New York on January 23. Just gorgeous.
* The National singer Matt Berninger (pictured at left; photo by David Greenwald) tells Pitchfork the band’s May-due — but still unfinished — new album is “a meaner record… it’s less restrained than Boxer… there’s a lot of yelling.” Exactly what I wanted to hear! But Matt also revealed he’s a new dad and the band is unlikely to keep up their history of endless road-dogging on their upcoming tours (not that they should have to), so see ‘em when you can.
* You Ain’t No Picasso has the bootleg from Radiohead’s Haiti charity show from last week, where they played the best setlist ever.
* The Numero Group has put together what looks like an exhaustive history in song of Chicago recording studios, 1908 – 1980. Download it here.
Akron/Family, live at UCLA, now for your enjoyment. (I’m gradually posting all of my collegiate low-res concert videos to Vimeo and then, obviously, here, so keep an eye on this space for more.)
The Largo experience is a sacred one, which is why there are nearly no videos from the performances it houses and why I present this to you now without endorsement and the warning that if I see a camera in anyone’s hands the next time I go to see Jon Brion, I will personally present it to Flanagan on a stake. Nevertheless, this is a historical document: Fiona Apple and Jon, playing a jazz standard. It’s a regular, regularly gorgeous occurrence at Largo, but, I’d imagine, a surprise to Fiona fans. (It comes from Apple’s recent concert for Haiti; donate to Save the Children here.)
The answer, for a long time, has been yes — but Paste Magazine’s cover story on the subject, the best thinkpiece about the state of “indie” music 2010 you’ll read all month, probably all year, is a must-read eulogy.
The big story of District 9 was its bargain-basement $30 million budget, a number that astounds once the movie starts playing. Its aliens are forcefully, disgustingly real; its cinematography is effortlessly propulsive (and tack-sharp, especially on Blu-ray) and Peter Jackson protegee and first-time director Neil Blomkapf’s decisions are largely on-point. (By contrast, an effort such as I Am Legend cost roughly $150 million for CGI vampires right out of a 1997 Castlevania game.) Once the action begins, about 20 minutes in, the movie turns into a blockbuster thrill ride that puts fat-wallet spenders to shame. Read the rest of this entry »
Bummed that on a list of a lot of only semi-obvious picks from artists with bigger, even better songs, Elliott Smith got stuck with “Needle in the Hay,” the song that most plays into the Elliott Smith Was Sad And Took Drugs And Sang About Himself Narrative, when, like Joni Mitchell or Neil Young or his heroes in Big Star and the Beatles, his “confessionalism” was as much storytelling and character study as it ever was diary-page.
Despite “Miss Misery,” it is admittedly the song I think he’s best known for; it is a great and powerful song, but he was and remains so much more than that.
Also, this: “Posthumously parsing Elliott Smith songs— for foreshadowing, for anything— feels like something of a fool’s errand in 2010.”
I don’t know, Amanda, does that mean David Foster Wallace’s books have no meaning now? Or the poems of, like, Samuel Coleridge? What an awfully slippery slope to look for an angle on.
Also really glad “1979” charted so high, song rules, the Pumpkins rule(d), suck it, cred.