Showing posts with label pointless. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pointless. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Trust

I have mentioned something along these lines before, certainly, but I need to be more trusting of myself.

I always thought that English Settlement was inferior to Black Sea, mostly because it has too much "jittery" XTC vs. "flowy" XTC, where things are all soothingly melodious.

We-hell, I listened to this last week and was for the most part rewarded with affirmation that I was right then, am right now and am for the most part correct about everything ever.

Although I was happy because I had forgotten about "All of the Sudden (It's Too Late)" which rules and I duly put it on a truck CD. 

This also all plays into the whole Bangsian school of thought about whether one is "ready for" or perhaps "worthy of" some of the more prestige records.  Like, I can say that the Band blows (they do), but maybe I just haven't listened to them in the right frame of mind, perhaps the fault is mine. Or someone today like the National, maybe.  Who else? 

The point of all this rambling is that my first instinct in these matters is generally correct.

Also: I just may have written this way in the distant past, what with my new affinity for post-scheduling, and may "now" have indeed have grown to like English Settlement much more in the interval.

Oh, to know you the better, People of the Future!

Thursday, December 1, 2011

iTunes rock



Now, I am obviously a doddering old fool who should shut the hell up. But I am so old that I remember things such as when "swag" used to just mean free gear or promos that bands or radio stations gave away. I remember when the now-moribund style of last year (or was it the year before that?) "glo-fi" was simply called "Jean-Michel Jarre's Oxygene (only not recorded all shitty)." And more!

So let me just say that it is with jaundiced and decrepit eye (ear?) with which I posit that Youth Lagoon's album The Year of Hibernation actually sounds as if it were recorded to be excerpted for Apple product commercials. Or the Nissan Leaf. Or some other "post-'Occupy'" proffered items.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. I remember a review in Spin in 1985 that said ABC's "Be Near Me" sounded like music you'd hear when shopping for socks (which was correct, really) and I loved them. So maybe to some kid, this piece of dross is their Quadrophenia or something. One never knows.

And that current Apple song, the "take me to your best friend's house" thing that I see when watching football ["Twisted Tongue" by Grouplove - ed.] , wa-hey! SONG OF THE CENTURY!