Modest Mouse debuted two new songs this past weekend at the Sasquatch! Festival in George, Washington. Thanks to Youtube user ChiefTragedy the songs have hit the web and we can get a glimpse of what Modest Mouse’s next LP will be like.
“You Are Invited” – The Dismemberment Plan (Words/music: The Dismemberment Plan, available on Emergency & I, DeSoto 1999 / Barsuk 2011)
Part 2 of 2: “No date, no place, no time, no RSVP”
I usually think about the contrasting sections in this song. Specifically, I think of the way the live band ambushes the programmed beat during the second chorus, only to recede back to the sequencer for the next verse. Recently, I started paying closer attention to the strange sounds that creep in during the end of the second verse. They happen right around the point the narrator goes to the party held by his “ex-thing,” and they’re mixed beneath the fast clicking that runs throughout the entire second beat. Maybe it’s from knowing that the full band waits ready to bust through the chorus, or maybe it’s from the type of tension I’d feel if I went to a party at my ex’s house, but these sounds made the rest of the verse feel nervous. This leads into the cathartic blast of guitar and drums in the verse, but also the relief in the narrative when Ex-Thing repeats the welcoming advice inscribed in the invitation.
It’s this combination of social awkwardness followed by an immediate, almost superhuman transformation that made me think of Scott Pilgrim, the comics (and movie) about a twenty-something slacker who simultaneously fights video game-style villains and the inner conflicts that plague people in their teens and early twenties. It started with this image of a party combined with an anime-like “power up” triggered by this music, but then the message of optimism and proactivity in the song’s invitation struck me as the kind of thing Scott Pilgrim needed to hear. If nothing else, it was the kind of thing I needed to hear, whether from another human being or even just a random piece of mail, when I went through the mix of heartbreak and uncertainty and parylyzing indecision that Scott Pilgrim encountered in the comics. It’s still nice to hear and even better, as the song’s narrator learns in the final verse, to pass on to those who need it more than you do.
The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, But it’s not that way, I wasn’t born to lose you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you.
The drunken politician leaps Upon the street where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep, They wait for you. And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin’ from my broken cup And ask me to Open up the gate for you. I want you, I want you, I want you so bad, Honey, I want you.
Now all my fathers, they’ve gone down True love they’ve been without it. But all their daughters put me down ‘Cause I don’t think about it.
One of the things I remember about my childhood was my dad constantly playing his Beach Boys records in the summertime. I grew up listening to the fun-loving and good-hearted sounds of Endless Summer and Pet Sounds. And whenever we went on vacation to Hilton Head or Holden Beach, we’d always listen to these albums the entire drive down. I sort of have an unconditional love for the Beach Boys now. So, in honor of my dad’s birthday, here’s one of their classics.
This is kind of record you could listen to on repeat for a few hours and not get sick of. A perfect record to listen to by yourself on a rainy afternoon while you lay on your couch smoking a cigarette, maybe…sipping on your coffee mug which may or may not have coffee in it.
The songs are just tragically beautiful, each representing a unique sense of desolation. I think ‘I Don’t Want Love’ and ‘Putting The Dog To Sleep’ are the two strongest tracks on the album and my favorites, with ‘No Widows’ coming in second. Burst Apart is as penetrating and devastating as Hospice, but in a more romantic way. I think the titles hint at that and upon first listen, you understand it more fully - there’s a sense of subtle clarity to each song.
Take a listen to ‘No Windows’ and if you like what you hear, then I recommend buying the entire album.
"You want to think about certain styles of music as being reflective of a certain culture or a certain time or a point of view. You don’t want it to be just an intellectual exercise."
- Robin Pecknold
Pitchfork has a great article on an interview with Robin Pecknold that really deserves your attention. Especially if you’re a newer fan of Fleet Foxes - it’ll definitely make you appreciate Pecknold and the music this band creates much more. Read it here.
I got hold of the leak of Bon Iver’s upcoming release. Holy Wisconsin, it’s perfect. Whereas For Emma, Forever Ago had that woodsy splittered-heart feel about it, this album feels much more like playing in a slowmotion sprinkler during a lemonadesummer. Everything is so fucking lush. This is the album’s closer: “Beth / Rest.” It’s odd—sounds like it’s straight out of the late 1980’s or something. I’m pretty sure Kenny G is playing on this track, for God’s sake (not really, but really). Paired with their version of The Outfield’s “Your Love,” I’m left with the firm conviction that Bon Iver is, in fact, the best 80’s band of all time.
Reblogging this for everyone else.
I can’t decide if I want to listen to anything but the song Bon Iver released yesterday. Calgary is great…and I think it’s everything I expected and wanted from a new Bon Iver. The new album, so said by Vernon, presents a different sound in the sense that each song represents a place. He’s brought in a lot of outside help for the album, and considering I’ve loved this man’s work for years now, I think it’d be only right to hold out and hear the entire record as a whole.
They’ll be touring this summer and playing in Richmond, Va at The National on July 30th and I absolutely cannot wait. I’ve been waiting to see Bon Iver live since I heard ‘Skinny Love’ in August of 2008. Tickets are already on sale for around $35. Get one while you can!
“I got into Bob Dylan when I was 16. I’d heard the myth, “Oh, Bob Dylan, he can’t sing.” But at this point, half of the CDs I own are Dylan albums. About once a year, I’ll spend a month listening to Bob Dylan and nothing else. I remember a friend of George Harrison saying, “Oh, George just likes to get home and listen to his Bob Dylan albums.” Sometimes you don’t need anything else.”—Chris Martin (Rolling Stone Magazine)
As reported earlier this month, Rave On Buddy Holly, a 19-track tribute album dedicated to Buddy Holly, is set to come out on June 28th. This compilation, featuring covers by Paul McCartney, Lou Reed, My Morning Jacket and many more, can be pre-ordered via Amazon.
Click on the link below to listen to Julian Casablancas’ cover of “Rave On” and, if you haven’t already, make sure to check out The Black Keys covering “Dearest” here.
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Of course I’ll take a listen…I always love hearing about new bands! And considering all of those bands you mentioned are pretty amazing, I’m sure most of my followers would probably enjoy checking you guys out, as well :)
On this date, Bob Dylan goes to meet The Beatles at the Delmonico Hotel in New York. When Dylan arrived at the hotel, they sent Mal Evans to go get some cheap wine. During the wait, Bob Dylan asked the Beatles if they wanted a smoke. Brian Epstein and the Beatles looked at each other apprehensively. “We’ve never smoked marijuana before,” Brian finally admitted. Dylan looked disbelievingly from face to face. “But what about your song?” he asked. The one about getting high?”
The Beatles were stupefied. “Which song?” John managed to ask. Dylan said, “You know…” and then he sang, “and when I touch you I get high, I get high…” [referring to I Want To Hold Your Hand] John flushed with embarrassment. “Those aren’t the words,” he admitted. “The words are, ‘I can’t hide, I can’t hide, I can’t hide…’” Dylan then rolled the first joint and passed it to John Lennon. He immediately passed it to Ringo Starr, whom he called his “Royal Taster.” Not knowing the etiquette of sharing a joint, Ringo finished the whole thing himself.
The Beatles spent the next few hours in hilarity, with Dylan watching in amusement. Brian Epstein kept saying, “I’m so high I’m on the ceiling. I’m up on the ceiling.” Paul McCartney said that he was “thinking for the first time, really thinking.” Paul later recalled:
“I remember asking Mal, our road manager, for what seemed like years and years, ‘Have you got a pencil?’ But of course everyone was so stoned they couldn’t produce a pencil, let alone a combination of pencil and paper. I’d been going through this thing of levels, during the evening. And at each level I’d meet all these people again. ‘Hahaha! It’s you!’ And then I’d metamorphose on to another level. Anyway, Mal gave me this little slip of paper in the morning, and written on it was, ‘There are seven levels!’ Actually it wasn’t bad. Not bad for an amateur. And we pissed ourselves laughing. I mean, ‘What the fuck’s that? What the fuck are the seven levels?’ But looking back, it’s actually a pretty succinct comment; it ties in with a lot of major religions but I didn’t know that then.”
Mal Evans kept that piece of paper until it was confiscated by police in 1976.
“Do not trust people who call themselves musicians or record collectors who say that they don’t like Bob Dylan or the Beatles. They do not love music if those words come out of their mouths.”—Jack White (via hesitationblues)
I usually post a link every week or so to Kyle’s music blog, but this week’s a little different. As always, he has a great lil music update, but tonight, there’s also a video of Kyle and his friends jammin’ out. So, take a look at both and enjoyyyyyyyy!
I think my friends have really started something great and you should all check it out. Each Saturday night, they get together and write and record a new song. That’s their only goal right now, and they’ve been pretty successful.
Check out their site and listen to the six songs they’ve posted. You can thank me later.