Love and the Lumineers

In the hit single “Hey Ho” from their debut album, the lead singer of the Lumineers declares that he can write a song (“I don’t know where I went wrong / but I can write a song”).  The album that contains this line proves the claim to be both hubris and truth. At least two of the songs are transcendent. Others are less than overwhelming.

After my brother posted his confession that he had endured terrible music all day just for the chance of  hearing “Hey Ho”, I decided that I should take a listen. Now, rather than telling me it was a good song and insisting I might like it (perhaps fearing another Gotye incident), my brother posted an entry about the song and left me to my own devices.

Channel Surfing: Sir Paul and “Let me Roll it”

I have never been a huge fan of solo Beatles stuff, with the exception of a lot of what George Harrison did in the early 70’s. I  am in love with the All things Must Pass album and the title track is slowly becoming one of my favorite songs…or least the top twenty. The version I included above is one I had only heard on the Scorsese’s movie about Harrison called Living in the Material World so I thought it would be good to include a different take on an awesome song.

On the Radio: MMMMM, Cake

While driving in my car as usual, with the two little ones making their own private cacophony in the back seat, the wife and I turned on the radio and turned it up. For parents, desperate times are always calling for desperate measures. This moment required the local hip-hop station.

What we got was the recent Rihanna single “Birthday Cake”. I feel almost guilty that, when we write so little about hip-hop and rap, I have to pick on this song, but…this may be one of the worst songs of the year.

Elliott Smith, Lost and Found

My brother recently confessed to his ‘lameness’ as an Elliott Smith fan. That is not to say that he is lame because he is an Elliott Smith Fan, but because he is a fan who rarely listens to the music. I am not quite sure that he is right about being lame.

Some food is so sweet that only children and gluttons can eat large amounts of it. Strong drink is poured in small glasses. Spices are held in abeyance and delivered parsimoniously. Some things are just so pure and strong that to be digested they must be diluted.

The beauty of a song, a poem or any artwork is not the same as food or drink. It cannot be diluted to be enjoyed over time. If the potency is overwhelming, the only solution is to take it in small doses.

And that, my brother and friends, is Elliott Smith. His music is beyond morose. His lyrics are exceptional and often harrowing. The combination of the two is a taut tonic that can uplift your spirits or tear them down. How is this possible?

Response to Playing out Playlist

I truly do love writing this blog and I am extremely happy that my brother and I continue to do so even when he wants to kill me for not posting as much. I want to write more, but as he said in his post a few days back, he does understand that I have another artistic endeavor that is taking up some time. Is it pretentious to refer to my old school country/rock bar band as an artistic endeavor?

Songs of the Year—1998 The Next Big Thing

Songs of the Year: “Give Me Daughters”, Jonathan FireEater; “Underground”, Ben Folds Five

Runners up: “Torn”, Natalie Imbruglia; “St. Louise is Listening”, Soul Coughing

Honorable Mentions: “Doo Wop”, Lauryn Hill; “The Rockerfeller Skank,” Fatboy Slim

1998 was the year that alt-rock died. I swear it. Later, it was reincarnated as “Indie”, but the death throes had started the year before. Pearl Jam and 311 (!) released live albums; Green Day went soft with “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)” and Matchbox 20 acquired yet more fans. It was soon to be Jay-Z’s world and I was merely living in it.

I’m a lame Elliott Smith Fan

Most people, at least those not fans of the late great Elliott Smith, would recognize this song from the smash indie hit Good Will Hunting. He is not at his best here in front of a million viewers and he doesn’t even perform the whole song, but is the number one biggest exposure he ever had. He was one of the best song writers of the past twenty years and in my mind that is not even an arguable point.

The thing is, he is so morose. So much that I can barely listen to his music that much anymore because I’m a generally happy man and it can be a super downer to listen to some of this fallen man’s music. This is why I am in fact a lame Elliott Smith fan.