Despite feeling like I got hit by a truck and having an intense fever I went with Moses and Lockett to see Animal Collective tonight at the Variety Playhouse here in Atlanta.
I can honestly say that it was the best show I've ever seen, beating out previous holders of that title, Circle from Finland (note to Circle: get a lightshow) and not counting Liars who always put on the best show I've ever seen every time I see them so don't count.
I was reminded of how much I miss going to see shows and having it be an experience. My fever broke in the middle of their set and I was sweating hardcore. It was literally like a fever dream of the little mermaid skeleton on ice. I am in awe. I don't think anyone comes close to matching their originality at this point... they are, in my opinion, the most relevant band active right now.
I would describe parts of the show as what it would be like to see the Orb circa "Adventures Beyond Ultraworld" as a live band. Did I mention the lights? I'm not being sarcastic about the lights. They fucked my head. It. Was. Actually. Fun. And. Exciting. It's been a long time since I've gotten to enjoy a show like that. Another word that kept popping in my head during the set was "universal." I don't think anyone could not find something to enjoy about the music I heard tonight, and there was also enough experimentation (not wankery) that it remained challenging and engaging.
I was thinking tonight about how older friends of mine are always talking about what it was like seeing My Bloody Valentine or Nirvana, bands that defined their era. I have a feeling I'll be bragging to my nephew about seeing AC back in '07.
This might seem like a total asskissing post. Trust me, it was good enough that I don't even care. I saw Radiohead at Stone Mountain with Lockett right after highschool and they had lasers and shit but I got bored. Then this chick who was selling frozen lemonade got me stoned and I ended up getting lost in the parking lot... the point i'm making is that AC put on a bigger show in a much smaller venue with much less fuss. Organically. And I wasn't even stoned. I had a fever.
Greetings y'all, Jeff Weiss here. Before you start pelting your computer screens with rotten fruit, I'd like to offer up a Micromix that Bradford kindly invited me to compile. The collection of tracks focuses on perhaps my favorite period in music history, the period between '92 and '97 often referred to as hip-hop's second Golden Age. My other favorite period of course being the great boy band boom of the late 90s. LFO? O-Town? Those guys are fucking awesome.
Tracklisting 1. UGK-"One Day" Riding a simmering Isley brothers sample, Bun B and Pimp C spit one of the most gorgeous meditations on death ever recorded. "(Little known fact about UGK: their name is derived from the Uggs boots that they used to gang-bang in. Coke-dealing rappers love furry boots. Just ask Cam'ron.)
2.Lords of the Underground-"Here Comes the Lords"-With Marley Marl-supplied horns muffled under six inches of filth, the title track from the 1992 debut of severely overlooked Newark rappers, The Lords of the Underground, re-interprets and updates Little Lord Fauntleroy for the late 20th century.
3. Soul Assassins (Rza & Gza)-"Third World" From DJ Mugg's 1997 Soul Assassins compilation, this songs distills the essence of what made the Wu so special. Gza calmly constructs battle raps about cutting people's heads off with swords. The Rza squawks stoned and paranoid about wiretaps while name-dropping George McFly, Danny Devito and Tito Jackson. The track also serves as Bono's un-official theme song when he's doing charity work in impoverished nations.
4. Souls of Mischief-"93 Till Infinity" The best track from the best album from the best rap groups the Bay ever produced. It also includes the line "dial up Bridget/her man's a midget." Really, it actually does.
5. The Roots ft. Q-Tip-"Ital (The Universal Side)" I felt this mix needed at least one track from both the Roots and Tribe Called Quest. This was the compromise, a stellar collaboration from my favorite Roots record, 1996's Illadelph Halflife. Which unintentionally got its name because ?uestlove is dyslexic and was trying to spell Philadelphia. 6. The Pharcyde-"Passin' Me By" This was slated to be the soundtrack to Home Alone IV: Passed Over Passover, where Kevin is accidentally left at a Passover Sedar. Sadly, the film was never released and the Pharcyde's career abruptly went down the tubes.
7. Masta Ace-"Born to Roll" Was a huge hit in 1993 among schoolteachers who used it to soundtrack fire drills.
8. The Luniz-"I Got 5 on It Remix"-For the remix to their lone smash hit, "I Got 5 On It," The Lunix enlisted Bay Area royalty like E-40, Spice 1, Shock G, Dru Down & Richie Rich to create the ideal soundtrack for every weed purchase from here to eternity. Though I have never understood why anyone would just buy a nickel sack.
9. Goodie Mobb-"Thought Process" If you really liked last year's Gnarls Barkley record you probably never heard Cee-Lo in his prime, when he served as the centerpiece of Goodie Mobb, whose 1995 debut ranks as one of the five finest records the dirty south ever produced. This song also features spectacular early verses from fellow Dungeon Family alumni, Big Boi and Andre of Outkast, before Andre was brain-washed into thinking that he was Prince.
10. Geto Boys-"My Mind's Playing Tricks On Me"- "I sit alone in my four corner room lightin' candles" -Scarface originally opened the song with "lighting incense" but thought that candles seemed a bit more "hard-core."
11. Domino-"Sweet Potato Pie" This song really isn't about Sweet Potato Pie. Though I would still probably like it if it were. Even Herman Goring liked sweet potato pie.
12. Positive K-"I Got a Man"-Positive K was far superior to The Circle K and Special K (both the cereal and the drug).
13. Black Sheep-"The Choice is Yours Revisited" Great song. Won Dres and Black Sheep many fans in the pro-choice movement.
14. Camp Lo-"Black Nostaljack"
Video explain good.
15. Das Efx-"We Want Efx" Grimey, dirty, manhole-rattling sewer funk from Newark's finest circa 1992. The group's name was taken from the German submarine flick, Das Boot.
16. Jeru the Damaja-"Me or the Papes" About Jeru's feelings of the papal schism of 1378. In addition to being "a damaja" Jeru strongly believed that the papacy should've be re-located to Avignon, France. He also loved Pope Urban, mistakenly believing that his name implied solidarity with big city living.
17. Organized Konfusion-"Numbers" I have this theory that musicians who name themselves Pharoah tend to be awesome. See Pharoahe Monch, Pharoah Sanders. Pharoah Ramses the Great. Etc. Etc.
Calvy Scars is a new Deerhunter song we have been perfoming recently. I would like it to be part of a three song suite that would sit in the middle of "Microcastle." In this cycle I would like to attempt, though I'll probably fail, to kill off the adolescent character that haunts everything I write. Last year I saw this photograph by Peter Beste*: The boy in the photo is being cruicified by his hero, a black metal musician from norway. This shit, I was told, Is real. I believed it enough to write a song from the boy's perspective which is,
i take what i can, i give what i have left then take by the hand what i have felt what i see grass grows grows green autumn leaves burning burn burning burn skulls pressed flesh on flesh skullz pressed flesh on flesh
(two transposed videos)
SKLLS PRSED FLESHONFLESH
( ( ( ( ( ( ( a c t i v a ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) about first death
(we wasted our lives) wasted our time i trickled out creek would run dry (poltergeist escapes cassette) steam would rise our love atrophied and i tried hysterical peace. worlds create themselves, fate led us straight to see graves marked for me graves, dug for me. (scrape, scrape) I tried. I tried. I tried. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
These are very rough cassette four-track demos from two years ago. They were not made when I was in the best state of mind. Deerhunter is a band, not my solo project (atlas sound). These are songs meant for Deerhunter to work out together and build upon. There's a lot of work to do.
*I just wanted to note that i wanted to post this and let you see the image that inspired the song, i didn't have a chance to ask permission to reprint the image. I want to point out that I am a huge fan of Peter Beste's photography. If I thought or am made aware that he had a problem with me making reference to his image I would absolutley remove it. Please go check out his other work: www.peterbeste.com I also would like to note before anyone starts attacking this image or why I posted it that it is not pornographic, so spare me. Pornography is sexually explicit material meant to elicit a sexual response. That clearly is not the intention here. Pete is a documantary photographer and captures images and events as they occur in real life. I am too exhausted to take on the bullshit exploitational conservative people in our culture. They can go somewhere else. I am posting things that are relevant to the work i make. Deal with it or get the fuck out. And to all the anonymous pussies who troll around here and elsewhere (even those of you who operate huge influential webzines, etc.) I don't want your attention. I want your blood. Or alternately I want you to realize your hipocracy and get a life.
Sorry for the dry spell in posts. We flew out of Atlanta at 8:00 am on Thursday to play in Seattle and Portland with our sweet cute buddies Grizzly Bear. Lockett and I stayed up all night Wednesday and so we felt like shit for the majority of the weekend because it was hard to replace the missing night of sleep. The show in Seattle went okay but the borrowed gear was kind of shitty. Chris Taylor, Grizzly Bears bass player who doubles as head of the supreme council of instant haircuts gave my newly died burgundy (in homage to 1992 period Kurt Cobain NOT my so called life) hair the workout. After the show we drove to Olympia and stayed with Calvin Johnson who never fails to show me some amazing obscure piece of music. This time it was a collection of "hard to find r&b , pop, highlife, palm wine, juju, and coral music from africa, recorded between 1967 - 1972." The record, Lipa Kodi Ya City Council" was put out by a small label in portland called Mississippi Records. I had found one other compilation by them called "I Don't Feel at Home in this World Anymore," which was equally amazing. Calvin also had sent me another record they put out that collects old blues 78's but I have not had much time to explore that one.
The next morning we drove to Portland and checked into our hotel which turned out to be this weird sex hipster thing. It looked like an Ikea showroom and had a condom on the nightstand under a big red arrow that said "YES!" It made me nauseaus. No kidding, I spent the entire weekend feeling like a grossed out 10 year old boy. There was actually an adult toystore in the hotel next door to our room. I slept alone on a bed made for fucking. It made me more tired upon waking. It also made me realize how grossed out I am by the pathetic hetero or homo mating ritual of indie rock culture. Do I sound like an asshole? I'm not conservative. I'm just terrified. Therapy didn't work out so well for me I guess..
Friday we played a free show at an awesome space called Audio Cinema and met some awesome kids and scored free Nikes, which is nice because free shoes are always nice. After that Lockett and I went back to the sexhotel and took advantage of the free wireless and downloaded SNES emulators and Lockett played "Earthbound" while I downloaded Jim O'Rourke's "I'm happy and I'm Singing and a 1,2,3" B-52'w bootlegs from Jamaica and the soundtrack to Bram Stoker's Dracula.
Saturday we did a live session for KEXP which you can stream off their website at KEXP by going to stream archive and typing in "Saturday Sept. 8" and "4PM" it sounded pretty good. Josh's bass died after the first song, the new one "Calvary Scars" so there was an awkward Q&A session that didn't amount to anything bloggable (ha ha). Then I got to hang out with the Forkster of White Rainbow. He took me and Kristin to Mississippi and I scored that African LP ($7!!!) and another LP with early recordings of detroit girl groups ($4!!!) if you live in, or are visting Portland, I HIGHLY suggest you scope that place out. We walked in and they were blasting Forbidden Planet and had this cool kid that looked about 15 who was just hanging out and listening to piles of field recordings.. sometimes Portland seems like another planet.
Later that night L and I checked out the scene at the White Rainbow / Yacht / Dirty Projectors show. White Rainbow was sick as fuckkk. You will be hearing a lot more about him on here soon. Yacht was also cool but I couldn't see much because it was so packed. DP was good also but we had to ditch to go play with Bobby Conn. That show was also fun. Kristin says I am abusing my new Mutron III. I reminded her that she does not like Stereolab so she would never understand. I also reminded her that Ween used phasers. She rolled her eyes and looked away from me. The night ended with me and Bobby Conn doing his song "Angels" as the encore. Bobby was ACE and is the real deal.
We flew back this morning and I am emotional and tired (as the british say). I laid down and put on the African LP and took an ativan and fell in love with this song:
It's a love song. I listened to it over and over. It is so sweet. I mean that in a way that doesn't exist in this day and age. Which is sad. Now there are only sexhotels with condoms that sit on the table next to you while you are sleeping and infect your dreams. Confusion is sex.
P.S. excerpt of liner notes from this record "The music on one side Efik, my own language portrays the fact that life is nothing and we should not fear death."
P.P.S. Lockett will probably post something when he beats "Earthbound"
all my life crawl to the wind, standing try to embrace the gods i thought created all my life i prayed to a god and watched it take my friends away one by one all my life pray to the wind the wind will take you pray to stars the stars won't take you but they will guide you away spray towards the wind betray the wind all my life the crypt was closed on the verge on the verge of all my life take away take away suffering all my life all my life (breath rhythm) take to the wind and maybe the wind will guide me
(Samuel Barclay Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989) was an Irish dramatist, novelist and poet. Beckett's work is stark, fundamentally minimalist, and, according to some interpretations, deeply pessimistic about the human condition. His work grew increasingly cryptic and attenuated over his career. - from wikipedia.org)
why is my heart so empty all the time? why do i dream all of the different times i had something bothering me? why is it so easy to sleep all the time? why do i dream so much i cry? i need to know how did you know my name? how did you know my name?
(Betty Harris is not dead. This is a elegy for her recordings... "In 1963, her searing ballad "Cry To Me" hit #10 on the Billboard R&B chart and #23 pop. Though it was Betty's only major hit, she made a number of other fine soul recordings throughout the '60s. By the decade's end, however, Betty Harris decided she'd had enough of the music business and left it to lead a more conventional life.
Thirty-five years later, though, Sister Betty has re-emerged on the music scene. One of the first things she did in that regard was to e-mail me in mid-2004 upon discovering this website. Betty advised me that she now lived in my hometown of Hartford, CT. Stunned, I invited her to appear on The Soul Express, which she did on June 19, 2004.
Sept. 6, 2006: Betty and her family have relocated to Atlanta. She gave her Northeast farewell concert at Johnny D's in Somerville, MA, on Friday night, June 23rd." - (courtesy of http://www.soulexpressradio.com/BettyHarris.htm) Note: I occasionally see her at Thumbs Up, a diner I frequent with Lockett)
i found my knife on the bedside table where i left it took a look around the rotted times dreaming of a girl who can heal these wounds she says she's got my kid dreaming of a way i can take that kid i told the girl to wait and meet me downtown looking at the windows of the golden shops i look and i see puppy in the window.. how much is that puppy in the window? is this puppy for sale? i have a feeling i will make it mine.. feel my knife in my pocket.
(Bo Diddley is not dead either. This is an elegy instead for a puppy that was bought by him on a whim in 1968, he named the puppy "Saxaphone" and it lived three years before being destroyed by light. About old Bo.... "Bo Diddley (born December 30, 1928) aka "The Originator" of Rock 'N' Roll, is an influential American rock and roll singer, songwriter, and guitarist. He is often cited as the key figure in the transition of blues into rock and roll, by introducing more insistent, driving rhythms and a hard edged guitar sound. He is also remembered for his characteristic rectangular-shaped guitar." - from wikipedia.org
3. track homes. suburban architecture. the american design. a castle for each family which gradually decays. teenage boy's bedroom next to loud ac outside w/ boom box on window sill. smell of mildew and dead skin. panaflex.
4. vintage microphone pre-amps
5. the convenience of heterosexuality.
5.2 moth-eaten tolex on bass amp
6. twilight at carbon lake = coda for american song (with feeling)
7. smaller parts / more definition between parts / more hooks / less crawlspace / more focus on rooms / less expansive / more enclosed / ghost snares
8. less obvious focus on adolescence
9. entrance and exit of themes. subtitles.
10. possible clearance of slayer sample
11. possible clearance of betty harris sample
Can recorded "Monster Movie" in a german Castle....
"The student said The Beatles were more radical than Stockhausen, the teacher laughed, they formed a band. They recruited the greatest drummer in the world (Jazz-trained—instilled with the motto “never repeat, never repeat” from the day he picked up sticks. And when given the freedom to play how he wanted? Decided to repeat forever.) and a giant black American singer, a sculptor evading the draft by travelling Europe. They recorded in a castle, strange nursery-rhyme inverting songs about getting high with Mary, about your father being unborn, weird, European psychedelic junctions. 20-minute jams about nothing in particular but keyed in to the rhythm of the universe. Oh yes. The singer couldn’t take the stress, or something, and left. The rest of Can spotted a Japanese man shouting at people in the street, and asked him to join their band. He did, and proceeded to sing in a made-up language for the next five years. (Later he would find religion, and become a Jehovah’s Witness, which is the mentalist inversion of Americans or Europeans “getting” Buddhism or Taoism.) "
********************************************** Lockett as a child outside of "Castle Gates" with his brothers and father...