Showing posts with label bjork. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bjork. Show all posts
Monday, April 28, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Now Tell Me I Can't Tear It Up
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“The C in Cake,” Gastr del Sol
I love guitar noodlings, particularly on a Sunday morning when I’m trying to clear my head. Gastr del Sol was formed by David Grubbs, indie rock royalty as far as I’m concerned. Fans of Squirrel Bait and Slint know what I’m talking about. The song’s title was the inspiration for those other cool Chicago noodlers, The Sea and Cake. And it segues really well into the Shuffle’s next song…
“You Really Got Me,” The Kinks
I’m about to reveal something potentially blasphemous. Faced with the choice of the original or Van Halen’s cover, I’ll take the cover. I know, I know, it’s a shame, a disgrace, a shandeh, if you will! It’s only because the first time I heard the classic it was accompanied by Diamond Dave’s yowl and Eddie’s fret-tapping. It’s iconic for me at this point. Van Halen really messed me up.
“Last Snowstorm of the Year,” Low
From Trust. I like this record a lot. Alan Sparhawk’s other project The Retribution Gospel Choir is finally releasing its self-titled debut on Mark Kozelek’s Caldo Verde label. Looking forward to that.
“Unison,” Bjork
Bjork is on my long list of people I’d want at my dinner party. Mostly because you never know when she’s gonna freak out and beat the hell out of somebody. And her husband, Matthew Barney, is definitely invited. That dude is out there! This is my favorite song from Vespertine. Here she is giving me chills at London’s Royal Opera House.
“Show Business,” A Tribe Called Quest
Tribe hooked up with Lord Jamar and Sadat X from Brand Nubian on this cut from their masterpiece, The Low End Theory. They paint a pretty dismal portrait of the rap industry. And this was 1991. It hasn’t gotten much better. For a long time now, the major labels have been churning out a style of rap that is virtually indistinguishable from pornography.
“The C in Cake,” Gastr del Sol
I love guitar noodlings, particularly on a Sunday morning when I’m trying to clear my head. Gastr del Sol was formed by David Grubbs, indie rock royalty as far as I’m concerned. Fans of Squirrel Bait and Slint know what I’m talking about. The song’s title was the inspiration for those other cool Chicago noodlers, The Sea and Cake. And it segues really well into the Shuffle’s next song…
“You Really Got Me,” The Kinks
I’m about to reveal something potentially blasphemous. Faced with the choice of the original or Van Halen’s cover, I’ll take the cover. I know, I know, it’s a shame, a disgrace, a shandeh, if you will! It’s only because the first time I heard the classic it was accompanied by Diamond Dave’s yowl and Eddie’s fret-tapping. It’s iconic for me at this point. Van Halen really messed me up.
“Last Snowstorm of the Year,” Low
From Trust. I like this record a lot. Alan Sparhawk’s other project The Retribution Gospel Choir is finally releasing its self-titled debut on Mark Kozelek’s Caldo Verde label. Looking forward to that.
“Unison,” Bjork
Bjork is on my long list of people I’d want at my dinner party. Mostly because you never know when she’s gonna freak out and beat the hell out of somebody. And her husband, Matthew Barney, is definitely invited. That dude is out there! This is my favorite song from Vespertine. Here she is giving me chills at London’s Royal Opera House.
“Show Business,” A Tribe Called Quest
Tribe hooked up with Lord Jamar and Sadat X from Brand Nubian on this cut from their masterpiece, The Low End Theory. They paint a pretty dismal portrait of the rap industry. And this was 1991. It hasn’t gotten much better. For a long time now, the major labels have been churning out a style of rap that is virtually indistinguishable from pornography.
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