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Melody and narrative

I have to dis­close a few facts to you before I can fully explain what I’m about to tell you. I’m a sucker for a book series. I have read Harry Pot­ter, the Space Odyssey Series, the Time Odyssey Series, the Rama Series (includ­ing Bright Mes­sen­gers and Dou­ble Full Moon Night), Lord of the Rings, and most recently Twi­light. There is some­thing about series like these that inter­est me. Even if the story isn’t par­tic­u­larly good, I can­not walk away until I have fin­ished everything.

Another fact I need to dis­close is the method which I con­sume music. Although I hon­estly try to change it up, I usu­ally enjoy lis­ten to one album or song at a time over and over. Most recently that has been the album Wichita Line­man by Glen Camp­bell, but in the past has been Black­black, The Broth­ers Bloom sound­track, or these songs.

Some­times these facts unex­pect­edly coex­ist. When a book series and an album inter­sect I can­not divorce the two. They are for­ever deeply con­nected in my mind. So much so that I feel like cry­ing when I hear a song. It reminds me so vividly of the story that has a per­ma­nent place in my heart. It is the long­ing for that moment. The happy mem­ory of your week­end on a Sun­day after­noon. Or the lull after the high of summer.

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The first time this hap­pened to me was when I read the first four Harry Pot­ter books dur­ing high school at our apart­ment in Claire­mont, San Diego. I was really into dub at the time espe­cially Scratch Attack by Lee Perry. I lis­tened to that col­lec­tion on repeat for the entire dura­tion of the first four. When­ever I hear the song Scratch Walk­ing I think of Harry sav­ing Ginny in the Cham­ber of Secrets, of the despair of fight­ing against so much dark­ness, of hav­ing fam­ily in your close friends, of the mys­ter­ies of Hogwarts.

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I later felt com­pelled to turn Scratch Attack on while I was read­ing the rest because I could not sep­a­rate Harry Pot­ter from Lee Perry.

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This recently hap­pened to me again. I saw the movie The Broth­ers Bloom and became obsessed with its sound­track. I started lis­ten­ing to it on repeat all day. I also was per­suaded to see the first Twi­light movie. I can’t explain why, but see­ing the movie gave me the want to read all of the Twi­light books. And now, for­ever con­nected to the Depart­ment of Safety, the North­west, the town of Forks, the beach at La Push, the Cul­lens’ House, miss­ing Edward, the Vol­turi… is Penelope’s Theme by Nathan John­son. A kind of “Bella’s Lul­laby” if you will.

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I had an Engish teacher in Jr. High who would play dif­fer­ent music for each book we were read­ing to help us to remem­ber it for the tests. Although that was more delib­er­ate, the con­clu­sion is sim­i­lar. I believe the con­nec­tion between the melody and the nar­ra­tive enables me to remem­ber the sto­ries so much more intensely. It is an inad­ver­tent psy­cho­log­i­cal exper­i­ment. Have you had any expe­ri­ence like this? Have you had an unbreak­able con­nec­tion between cer­tain melodies and narratives?

KEYS

Songs I hum

I’m not sure when I picked up this trait, but I find myself hum­ming a lot. I hum a wide vari­ety of songs, but 90% of the time it is these five songs (listed in order of frequency):

  1. Auld Lang Syne

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  2. Pomp and Cir­cum­stance (the grad­u­a­tion song)

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  3. Wed­ding March

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  4. The Juras­sic Park Theme

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  5. And most recently, Hark the Her­ald Angels Sing

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Let’s turn art into rent

I told Patrick I would write about this before Pitch­fork, but I didn’t get to it in time. Think­ing about High Places makes me feel very sen­ti­men­tal. I first heard High Places when they played with Lucky Drag­ons, Bobby Bird­man, and YACHT at il cor­ral. I went with Jon and we got there too early and met Jen­nifer Fodor of G-RAD (this was before G-RAD beat us) and went to an arcade. I really like High Places. They had already run out of CDRs when we saw them so I sub­sisted on down­loads from their myspace. (Later I bought this seven inch on Ancient Almanac.) But my point is that they needed to put out a legit album and the rad cuties at eMu­sic just did, 03/07 — 09/07 on eMu­sic Selects. Ok, here is the scoop. eMu­sic Selects is “a brand-new monthly pro­gram fea­tur­ing exclu­sive music from hand­picked, unsigned new artists.” Whoa! To me this sounds heart­felt. They really want to help out new artists. It ben­e­fits the artist and it ben­e­fits eMu­sic. So far I think it has worked. And guess what? February’s releases? Not only High Places, but also Breathe Owl Breathe. I’ve been really dig­ging both albums a lot and I’m going to tell you why. Or why you should buy them right now to sup­port these rad artists.

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Now the music. High Places con­sists of Rob’s sweet beats and Mary’s ethe­real singing. Rob only uses tiny drums and shak­ers, but the sound is so full you would think there was more. There is no more! Well, there is. There is Mary’s singing. You can’t have one with­out the other. They sort of just move in your mind to be one solid noise and you for­get that shak­ers can’t sing. Or I do. Mary’s voice is always echoed in this per­fect way. You can imag­ine it. When they play she moves and dances around singing with bells around her wrist. When I say ethe­real I don’t mean ethe­real like Laven­der Dia­mond, the pace and the atti­tude is dif­fer­ent. Laven­der Dia­mond ethe­real feels del­i­cate and light. High Places ethe­real feels light, but full. Full in a lofi way or in a low tre­ble way. The best way to under­stand is to hear:

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03 Banana Slugs/Cosmonaut

(Plus High Places always favorites my pho­tos of the Mar­got and Travis.)

Breathe Owl Breathe is not an artist I was ter­ri­bly famil­iar with before I got Ghost Glac­ier EP. I knew those Michi­gan folks were deep into it, but oth­er­wise no. Ok. Imme­di­ate reac­tion: famil­iar­ity. Not famil­iar­ity like “I think I’ve heard this before”, but famil­iar­ity in the way “I think I’ve ALWAYS heard this.” It feels like a dis­tant mem­ory. A fond dis­tant mem­ory. Prob­a­bly from your child­hood. But like a pos­i­tive expe­ri­ence. Not like when you were chubby and were bad at sports. More like a sun­set or a Sun­day after­noon. I sup­pose also sen­ti­men­tal. Their music feels like a fond mem­ory. That’s the best I can say it.

Breathe Owl Breathe would be filed under “folk” I sup­pose because they play folky instru­ments. Their voices are com­fort­ing and make me weepy. Such mel­low vibes!

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04 Ghost In The Morn­ing Moon

Recurring Memories

There are things that I find myself revis­it­ing in my mind a lot. Not nec­es­sar­ily moments in time, but images that rep­re­sent spe­cific times. When­ever I make west­side hand sign, which is usu­ally when I get REALLY into danc­ing, I think of this video by West­side Con­nec­tion:

Now that’s some­thing classic.

So it’s not nec­es­sar­ily that video, it is where I was, the gen­eral atmos­phere, when I first saw that video. It was the FEELING. That’s the f-ed thing about mem­ory. It’s not about what hap­pened, the facts, it’s about how it FELT. Some­times, dri­ving around L.A. in the late after­noon feels like this video, the 90’s, Top Gun, or Short Cuts:

Now that’s not to say I have visu­als for every­thing, but more I wanted to show how absurd and mun­dane these mem­o­ries can be. It’s like a weird phrase some­one said some time. It’s not big mem­o­ries. It’s not even things I am con­sciously think­ing of most of the time. These mem­o­ries are what I use to judge sit­u­a­tions. And most of the time I don’t even real­ize that they are the criteria.

Some of them I’m not even sure if they are REAL mem­o­ries. It seems like they have been altered over time through using them. I.E. Does any­one remem­ber chee­tah fader? I can’t find a link any­where. I think that’s what it was called though. It made the text rain­bowy when you were typ­ing in aol. This is when we had dialup. 28K dialup. Any­how, it’s stuff like that. Weird, pseudo mem­o­ries about nonsense.

Ten Thousand

I joined Last.fm as a new years res­o­lu­tion of sorts. I was inspired by Kottke’s post, and, in gen­eral, my love for stats. So, need­less to say, I’ve been check­ing up on my Last.fm account from time to time. Today, some­thing very excit­ing hap­pened: Between Jan­u­ary 3, 2007 and now (July 16, 2007 at 4:17 pm) I have lis­tened to 10,000 songs.1 If I con­tinue at this cur­rent rate it will take me almost 6 years to get to 100,000, the next big mile­stone I guess. Any­ways, here’s the stats.

My top 20 artists so far this year are as fol­lows:2
1. The Blow
2. YACHT
3. Mirah
4. Bob Dylan
5. Deer­hoof
6. The Right­eous and Har­mo­nious Fists (rep­re­sent!)
7. Manta
8. Cat Power
9. Adrian Orange
10. Dear Nora

11. The Bad­ger King
12. Wu-Tang Clan
13. Bobby Bird­man
14. Tom Waits
15. Prodigy (of Mobb Deep)
16. Laven­der Dia­mond
17. Dirty Pro­jec­tors
18. High Places
19. CocoRosie
20. Belle and Sebastian

None of these are really sur­pris­ing… If there was a “Top Time Elapsed” I think Pub­lic Radio Inter­na­tional would be higher (cur­rently 29) up in the list because all the pod­casts I lis­ten to are around an hour each.

Some fun graph­i­cal rep­re­sen­ta­tions:
my main­stream per­cent­age
And a weird gooey graph

1This includes my time at work (where I lis­ten the most, 8–5 Monday-Friday since the sum­mer began) and home (Far less than work lately because I’m at home less. Plus lately, with no inter­net con­nec­tion at home, I don’t know how much is being tracked). This does not include my iPod (I know you can track your iPod lis­ten­ing, but I haven’t got­ten around to it yet, plus I haven’t really used my iPod much lately).

2Not includ­ing the cur­rent month.

Dance Pants

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I can’t get enough. The music. The jamz. The WU! Dance Party 2002. OK! Here’s a life les­son (#4): LIFE IS CYCLICAL. You find your­self. In your new shoes. Your new per­sona. You feel legit. You always do. AND you love it. So, your in it (How much does Gar­den State suck? … it’s the Suf­jan of movies, you like it, but it cheap­ens your exis­tence)… Tonight, we were vis­it­ing, then the past comes back. Life is put into a new per­spec­tive. I can’t help but put myself into the low­est com­mon denom­i­na­tor. FIRST, I hate to think I am bet­ter than any­one else. I mean, I do it, think it, but I am eter­nally bummed out about it. How could I know more than any­one? I for­get my sister’s birth­day, I mess up, lose friends, say the WRONG thing… I am a con­stant foot in the mouth. It’s a bummer.

I have always wanted an eter­nal per­spec­tive. The eter­nal tran­scen­dence. No mat­ter what. Punk Rock. Con­ser­v­a­tive Chris­t­ian. It’s the “eter­nal” per­spec­tive. Whether it be heaven, or the cos­mos. I want to be like Bucky. I don’t want to fight for reli­gion, or pol­i­tics, just eternity.