Everything ever said about the relativity of time — be it serious or jokey or wrong — is right. Short expanses of time can be unendurably long, long stretches of time can pass by without notice, and now lasts forever while the past and the future never existed and never could or will. I whiled away last Saturday by sleeping until two in the afternoon, taking two hours to consider myself fully awake, and then pretty much plopping myself under a blanket in front of the TV for 10 hours, at which point I went back to bed. I think my psyche required such a day, as I had essentially been on the go (Yale, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, San Francisco, San Diego) for the better part of a month. At one point, I had only slept in my bed 8 days of the previous 28. Considering my needs of the world and its needs of me, it is occasionally required that I achieve a fully vegetative state. Get the whole story
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best of 2009 music
March first is a good day to post this, right? I mean, the rush to get these out is gone, so now mine will appear more important for lack of competition.
So, remember how I did it last year? The tiering system, as opposed to rankings? Yeah, that’s how I’ve been rating everything since then. Hard and fast rankings are for the inflexible and narrow-minded.
The movers
The xx The xx
Telefon Tel Aviv Immolate Yourself
DJ Sprinkles Midtown 120 Blues
The Lullaby League Dormio Animus
Monolake Silence
Intrusion The Seduction of Silence
Yep, these are the best. Not only are they really good, but they’re really moving. That may come as a surprise in the case of Monolake. It’s a good Monolake album, on par with Interstate, for sure, but moving? Perhaps an odd claim, but I find this album really affecting. The same goes for the Intrusion album. Not only am I completely comfortable calling that one of the best (dub or otherwise) techno albums of all time, it’s so evocative.
DJ Sprinkles is Terre Thaemlitz’s moniker for house-influenced material, as opposed to his usual glitched ambience. Amazing how one guy (er) could do two such diverse genres so well. Midtown 120 Blues is one of the three best house albums I’ve ever heard. Granted I’m not a house head, so my tastes are a bit off, but this is a classic. It’s really warm and organic, uplifting yet moody, and just sloppy enough. Oh, you can dance to it, of course. Now that you know about Terre, I bet the Lullaby League is the obscurest thing here. I don’t know much about them either. I stumbled across this album, and it transfixed me. It’s also warm, organic, and kinda sloppy, but it’s a slightly glitchy ambient album with some great spoken word on top. It does wonderful things: when you’re trying to fall asleep and listening to it, it keeps you in the space between asleep and awake. Really cool.
Many know the story of the Telefon Tel Aviv album at this point: two guys, one of them kills himself the week before this album is released. I don’t bite on those kinds of stories; the music stands alone to me. In the end, I am selfishly moved by his death, because this is the first Telefon Tel Aviv album that blew me away…and now I don’t get another. Shitty. So go buy this one. It’s shoegazey-IDM-synthpop. Odd combo, I know, but I love it.
And then…the xx. Forced to choose, I think I have to go with this album as my favourite of last year (with very close competition from Intrusion). It’s pretty much perfect. A lot has already been said about it, so I’ll try and not repeat any of it. It’s amazing. Go buy it. (Crap, that’s already been said.) The most astonishing thing about this album is its restraint. To make an album so subtle and relaxed is not completely astonishing, but it is for four 20-year-olds. That’s the age when rocking is important. Subtlety is for the old who can’t handle the noise. Let this be the first sign of a new era in barely-there music.
song of the day “bird, chrome”
underworld “beautiful burnout”
blood on the tissue on the floor of the train
sun goes down
temperature drops
beautiful burnout, beautiful burnout
bird
chrome
that’s it. simplicity always creates a stronger image.
2009 was a pretty straightforward year
…according to last.fm, anyway.
my top 20 artists for the year:
- depeche mode
- pet shop boys
- brian eno
- coil
- the cure
- new order
- peter gabriel
- einstürzende neubauten
- the orb
- b! machine
- muslimgauze
- the church
- current 93
- and one
- front 242
- de/vision
- the the
- project pitchfork
- david sylvian
- covenant
part of me is a little let down that it isn’t “weirder”, but that’s really a foolish thing to complain about. in retrospect, i guess i had a pretty crummy year, so no shock i went with “comfort” music.
two relatedlys:
- yeah, there’ll be a best of 2009 list. probably the end of next week.
- i’m launching a new website for music reviews. no, really, i am, around about the same time. still no idea what to do to replace the podcast.
if this seems like a blog post that somebody would put up if they were posting more often, i.e. you expect there to have been more serious, realistic content before this, especially in light of the year changing and holidays and all that crap, well, you’re right. there is a bunch of content in the space between this and my last post. no, you can’t see it. it isn’t written, it probably will never be written, and, really, there’s nothing melodramatic about that. consider this my apologia to myself for beating myself up over not posting more often. just because i’m not “posting to my blog” doesn’t mean i’m not recording events and generating content. it just doesn’t transcribe to this format.
i can’t escape from you
i miss the podcast. i miss sharing music i like with my friends. le sigh. so…
a little comp i prepared, in memory of autumn. last day of november, last day that really is “autumn” as it’s emotionally defined. maybe you live someplace warm and sunny and you didn’t really get an autumn: this should help put a cloudy chill in the air.
“Violina: the Last Embrace” Lisa Gerrard The Mirror Pool 1995
“Your Helping Isn’t Helping” The Boats Words Are Something Else 2009
“Atemlos” Zwischenfall Gestern und Heute 1983
“Warten” ExKurs Fakten sind Terror 1981
“Are You Alone?” Skanfrom Are You Alone? 2009
“How Difficult It Is” Zerkalo Stoi Storoni Zerkala 2009
“Where’s Your Child?” Bam Bam Where’s Your Child? 1988
“Untitled 08″ Television Set & Others in Conversation November Session 2009
“I Lived My Life to Stand in the Shadow of Your Heart” A Place to Bury Strangers Exploding Head 2009
“Pleasure and Pain” The Chameleons Radio 1 Evening Show Sessions 1983
“Severance” Ride Waves: Peel Sessions 1990–94 1991
“Witch Hunt” The Church Priest = Aura 1992
“Two Hands” Nudge As Good As Gone 2009
“The Dawn” DJ Krush Kakusei 1999
“Sometime Later” Alpha Come From Heaven 1997
“The Host of Seraphim” Dead Can Dance The Serpent’s Egg 1988
(zip file)
if you use iTunes, import the .xml playlist file. if you use some other player, there’s an .m3u file.
update: thanks to morgan of commenting-below-fame, here is an updated m3u file if the included one doesn’t work.
song of the day “life’s an optical illusion, like other optical illusions”
damn. i miss doing the podcast. i also miss writing here regularly. that hasn’t really happened since i left NYC. i don’t doubt for one minute that the energy of the city made me more alive and more energetic. go ahead, go back to 2004, 2005 entries. the quality and quantity of emblogenation there is far greater than this (though i won’t listen to any bitching or disgust or mockery as to the what i wrote about back then). have i achieved minimalism? doubtful: realised last night that while i love minimalism and consider myself a minimalist, at this point, it’s just a goal.
damn. here’s a great chameleons song, with some great lines and ideas, in a sorta-endearingly low-budget video and mimed performance.
the chameleons “monkeyland”
podcast…podcast?
well, maybe you’ve been wondering what has happened to my podcast. i talked a lot about having some exciting stuff planned for my 100th episode (and around then), but that was in july. months have passed, and nothing. well, all of the exciting stuff i wanted to do, i couldn’t get anything more than lukewarm responses from the folks i wanted to have as guests, so i guess i’ve scrapped it. the whole thing.
i don’t want to come across as all emo, but i’ve only recently heard from three people that they listen regularly, and i guess i just don’t feel motivated to do it if it’s the digital equivalent of a tree falling in a forest. my increasingly-irregular schedule must have clued you in (if you actually paid attention, that is to say), so i suppose one can tell i’m just not feeling it.
in a way, a shame, as i’ve certainly found a lot of music i enjoy listening to lately, and i wish i had people around to talk to about it, to share it. that’s the point, there: i wish i had people around. doing the podcast must have given me the idea that i would be creating a conversation with my friends (and maybe make some new ones) about music i enjoy and they might enjoy as well. that didn’t really happen. no reason why it couldn’t, but i’ll look elsewhere for that. try a new method, maybe, something different. i still want the connection, but it’s not happening like this. i’ll have to come up with something else.
anyways, i finished with 99 episodes, so some would say it is incomplete. i can see that. maybe it ends now, incomplete, as a reminder of _______. maybe i finish it later, somehow, appropriately. we’ll see.
why i like the suburbs
maybe this is how i am undeniably american.
i see the suburbs as a very evocative place. maybe it’s because i grew up there, and had all my most influencing (?) experiences in suburban icons, but they’re really quite mysterious. david lynch would agree, no doubt. brian eno, too, probably.
the suburbs at night are amazing. after midnight, on a weeknight? they’re so dark and lonely. there are these little pockets of light and warmth — a streetlight here, a porch light there. houses sit, full of restful people, sharing a little coziness from the dark and cool night.
the real beautiful areas are the edges of the suburbs, where they start to go rural. there you have fewer streetlights and homes, and more open space. those open spaces often fill with a little mist at night. at night, the land gets to be what it misses being. deer, owls, and other creatures of the night move around. this also includes the lone policeman, sitting in his car at a stoplight, guarding against the scourge of the suburban night, teenagers.
the shopping plazas are quiet and bathed in the glow of their mercury bulbs. all that they can do is wait peacefully. they get to sleep, too. the empty parking lots radiate warmth left over from day, like giant sleeping beasts.
of course there are suburban hells: light pollution has ruined the night skies for four generations of americans and counting, the days are full of miserable traffic and wastes of water, and they are far too insular & self-absorbed. at night, though, the suburbs are a surreal elsewhere, where mystery is heightened and things seem just askance of reality.
back to irregularly scheduled deprogramming
hey Blog.
so i’ve got a wackload of pictures from my august travels. (for me, a wackload is a lot…like about 2 dozen.) first i gotta sort ‘em and tweak ‘em, so i’ll just leave you with a teaser.
this is the view i had for a few weeks at my grandparents’ on lake michigan:
can’t argue with that, can ya?
so, to tide you over until those pics come…Song of the Past Two Weeks:
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