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TWOÂ Â SLABS OF CLASSIC DOWNTOWN MINIMALISM FROM THE LONG TIME PHILIP GLASS ENSEMBLE MEMBER.Â
I WRITE THIS TO YOU STATIONED AT AN ALBANIAN CAFE IN TORONTOâS EAST END. THEY HAVE MASSIVE 4K SCREENS SHOWING THE PRODUCTION OF SAVORY CRĂPES IN GROTESQUE DIGITAL DETAIL. THERE IS AN EDM COVER OF LINKIN PARKâS âNUMBâ PLAYING. WHAT A HIDEOUS DESCRIPTION.Â
BUT I RETURN DAILY.Â
THEY PULL ESPRESSO SHOTS WITH CREMA THAT IS SO THICK YOU COULD DROP A MARBLE ONTO IT AND IT WOULD STRETCH DOWN SIX INCHES WITHOUT BREAKING AND THROW THE MARBLE BACK AT YOU WITH SO MUCH FORCE THAT IT WOULD HIT YOU IN THE FACE AND LEAVE AN EXIT WOUND THE SIZE OF A COOKIE AT THE BACK OF YOUR SKULL.Â
BUT TODAY I NEED TO FOCUS. SO I PUT ON JON GIBSONâS âTWO SOLO PIECESâ.Â
GIBSON WAS A FOUNDING MEMBER OF THE PHILIP GLASS ENSEMBLE. THIS WAS RELEASED ON PHILâS CHATHAM SQUARE LABEL IN 1978.Â
THE FIRST SIDE, âCYCLESâ IS A LONG, IMMENSE AND ENVELOPING DRONE PIECE PERFORMED ON A CHURCH ORGAN.  PLAY IT LOUD ENOUGH AND IT WILL RE-PLASTER YOUR WALLS.Â
SIDE TWO IS AN UNTITLED SOLO EXCURSION ON ALTO FLUTE THAT WANDERS, LOOPS, CYCLES AND DANCES LIKE AN ARPEGGIATED SYMPHONY OF THOSE THOUGHT BUBBLES THAT APPEAR IN THE LIMINAL PRE-DREAM SLUMBER ZONE.Â
MUSIC TO GET LOST IN.Â
MUSIC THAT DOESNâT MOVE. Â
NOT MUCH ELSE TO SAY. JUST PUT IT ON.Â
PLAY SIDE ONE VERY LOYD.Â
TURN SIDE TWO DOWN TO THE LEVEL WHERE IT IS BARELY AUDIBLEâŠJUST ABOVE THE THRESHOLD OF AUDIBILITY.Â
PREPARE GREEN TEA, BUT NOT LIKE A BLOODY AMERICAN. USE LOOSE LEAF. STEEP ONLY MOMENTARILY IN WATER THAT IS JUST BELOW THE BOILING POINT. THE ENTIRE GOAL IS TO SIMPLY STAIN THE WATER WITH TEA. THATâS IT. STOP DOING SO MUCH. STOP GOING OVERBOARD. RELAX. YOU ARE DOING TOO MUCH. YOU ARENâT AS IMPORTANT AS YOUR OVERPAID THERAPIST MAKES YOU THINK ARE. THIS IS A GOOD THING.Â
HOW CAN YOU BE A MAIN CHARACTER IN A PICTURE STARRING AN ENSEMBLE CAST OF THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF HUMANITY?Â
REST IN PEACE JON GIBSON.Â
Jan 30, 2024
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The days I donât want to kill myself
are extraordinary. Deep bass. All the people
in the streets waiting for their high fives
and leaping, I mean leaping,
when they see me. I am the sun-filled
god of love. Or at least an optimistic
under-secretary. There should be a word for it.
The days you wake up and do not want
to slit your throat. Money in the bank.
Enough for an iced green tea every weekday
and Saturday and Sunday! Itâs like being
in the armpit of a Hammond B3 organ.
Just reeks of gratitude and funk.
The funk of ages. I am not going to ruin
my loveâs life today. Itâs like the time I said yes
to gray sneakers but then the salesman said
Wait. And there, out of the back room,
like the bakeryâs first biscuits: bright-blue kicks.
Iridescent. Like a scarab! Oh, who am I kidding,
it was nothing like a scarab! It was like
bright. blue. fucking. sneakers! I did not
want to die that day. Oh, my God.
Why donât we talk about it? How good it feels.
And if you donât know then youâre lucky
but also you poor thing. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Let the whole neighborhood hear. Come on, Everybody.
Say it with me nice and slow
âââno pillsââno cliffââno brains on the floor
Bring the bass back.ââââno ropeââno hoseâânot today,
Satan.
Every day I wake up with my good fortune
and news of my demise. Donât keep it from me.
Why donât we have a name for it?
Bring the bass back. Bring the band out on the stoop.
Hallelujah!
Jul 4, 2024
Fantastic song on a fantastic album. Not sure what else to say.
Try to forget that nothing lasts forever!
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Nobody knows how to end an album on a particularly wistful note like my pal Britt Daniel. âVittorio Eâ is like the first of many such closers. đ
Apr 1, 2024
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IS THIS THE GREATEST PSYCHEDELIC POP SONG OF THE 1960âS?
THE FOUNDER OF THIS GROUP WAS A BIZARRE BLOKE. HIS NAME WAS BOB MARKLEY AND HE WAS ADOPTED BY AN OIL TYCOON. HE HAD A STRANGE, OBLIQUE BOWL CUT. SO PSYCH.
CHECK OUT THEIR SONGS. THEY HAVE SO MANY GOOD ONES.
OH YAâŠBOB MARKLEY MAY HAVE BEEN A NONCE. HENCE THE SONG TITLE.
BUT THE SONGâŠPERFECTION.
A MINIATURE MOMENT OF SPARKLING DARKNESS THAT EMANATES A DERANGED, CAPTURED INNOCENCE. CLOSE YOUR EYES AND YOU MIGHT SEE CHARLEY MANSONâS FACE APPEAR OUT A BLACK CLOUD OF FUNERAL SMOKE.
MUCH LIKE MANSONâS STUNNINGLY HAUNTED SONG â LOOK AT YOUR GAME GIRLâ, THERE IS A DEEPLY FORLORN QUALITY TO THIS TUNE.
WHEREAS THE BEATLES TENDED TOWARD THE WHIMSICAL, PLAYFUL AND LETâS BE HONEST, BLOODY FUCKING GOOFY SIDE OF THINGS, THIS SONG HINTS AT SOMETHING MUCH MORE NEFARIOUS.
GO LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE LOOKING AT THE SEVEN OF CUPS CARD FROM THE RIDER WAITE TAROT DECK. AND THEN LOOK UP THE LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN AIR FORCE STATION IN LAUREL CANYON. AND THEN CHECK OUT THE BOOK âCHAOSâ BY TOM ONEILL. AND THEN READ âWEIRD SCENES FROM THE CANYONâ BY DAVE MCGOWAN AND ONLY BELIEVE HALF OF IT. AND THEN READ ABOUT THIS BAND. AND THEN REWATCH MULHOLLAND DRIVE. AND THEN ASK YOURSELF:
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH LOS ANGELES?
Jan 30, 2024
A STONE COLD NEW YORK CITY CLASSIC.
LOU REED IS GOD BUT THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BETTER THAN âWALK ON THE WILD SIDEâ.
ITâS MADE WITH THE SAME INGREDIENTS.
THAT SWEET-TOOTHED DOO WOP LILT, THAT JUNKED OUT SWAGGER, THOSE CHURCHY BACKING VOCALS, THAT BIG APPLE SAXOPHONEâŠ
THIS SONG IS SO NEW YORK ITâS LIKE LICKING THE ENTIRETY OF THE PAVEMENT THAT MAKES UP 14TH STREET AND THEN USING ABEL FERRARAâS TOOTHBRUSH TO CLEAN YOUR MOUTH BEFORE SNIPING DOWN A PLAIN SLICE.
AND THOSE LYRICS. MY GOD.
REMEMBER THAT ONE MOMENT WHEN YOU SAW THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE FOR THE FIRST AND LAST TIME ON A SUBTERRANEAN SUBWAY PLATFORM SOMEWHERE BETWEEN 14th AND 59th? YOU BLINKED AND THEY LEFT.
YOU WENT BACK TO CONSUMING 500,000 IMAGES AND 2000 MG OF CAFFEINE PER DAY, WONDERING WHY YOU FEEL ANXIOUS AND SELF DIAGNOSING ADHD. BUT THE MEMORY REMAINS.
IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN.
BUT YOU WONâT DO ANYTHING WILL YOU?
Jan 30, 2024
THIS ISNâT JAZZâŠTHIS IS PURE METROPOLITAN SOUND MATTER.
SONNY ROLLINS ON IMPULSE WITH FREDDIE HUBBARD, ELVIN JONES AND JIMMY GARRISON BEHIND AND BESIDE HIM.
IS THIS THE FURTHEST âOUTâ SONNY ROLLINS EVER WENT?
MAYBE.
BUT THOSE QUESTIONS ARE FOR GUYS WITH SOUL PATCHES AND KNIT âWORLD MUSICâ STYLE CAPS.
NOT ME.
ELVIN JONES PLAYS HIS DRUMS LIKE GOD PLAYS WATERâŠ
STRAIGHT LIQUIDâŠTOTAL FLOW.
LATE 2010s. I LIVED ON MOTT STREET. I WALKED TO EAST BROADWAY. I NOTICED THE YOUTH. THEY TURNED 18 AND EITHER CHOSE âKIDSâ (1995) OR âTRAINSPOTTINGâ (1996) AS THEIR IDENTITY.
SONNY ROLLINS WOULD EXIT THE SCENE AFTER THIS RECORD FOR 6 YEARS.
I WONDER IF HE WILL BE PRACTICING ON THE WILLIAMSBURG BRIDGE TOMORROW MORNING WHILE SOME DRUNKEN CANAL TYPE KID PASSES HIM, PHONE IN HAND, EN ROUTE TO DROP $12.99 FOR A COFFEE WITH RARE NUT MILK. WILL THEY LEAVE THE CUSTOMARY 25% TIP FOR THE MISERABLE BARISTA? WILL THAT PORCHES CHAP BE THERE? HE IS EVERYWHERE.
IâM NEVER TIPPING AGAIN.
Jan 30, 2024