Chelsea Bennett and Hannah Wiser: Snowed In – Christmas 2011
Posted: 12.25.2011 Filed under: 2011, Chelsea Bennett, Hannah Wiser 1 Comment »
Merry Christmas, one and all! At least, to one and all who celebrate it – and to those who don’t, happy holidays, merry Hanukkah, feliz navidad, and a furious Festivus. Last year, if you’ll recall, I reviewed a version of my good friend Chelsea’s rendition of ‘White Christmas’, which was a welcome breath of fresh air from the stale classics long familiar to anyone born after 1950. Chelsea and her friend Hannah have once again graced my inbox with a new recording, this time an EP of ‘White Christmas’, ‘Jingle Bells’, ‘In The Bleak Midwinter’, and ‘Silent Night’, and once again, I’m delighted to have had this present given to me.
(I should clarify that this wasn’t only to me, but that it was sent to a group of friends and family. It’s also semi-public, so long as you’re friends with Chelsea on Facebook.)
Here’s what Chelsea had to say about the recordings:
Season’s greetings to friends near and far, old and new. I hope each of you has been enjoying the holidays so far.
Some of you may have gotten a recording of White Christmas that I did with my best friend and sister, Hannah, last year. This year, we wanted to expand a little and offer up a few more songs. So… we did. If you’re a fan of the festive, the unique, and the delightfully amateur, and if you’re maybe a little tired of hearing the same Christmas songs everywhere you’ve gone for the past two months, then this is the Christmas album for you. It was recorded at our homes, with new melodies and arrangements by the two of us, and all instruments played by us as well. (Plus a few Garage Band loops.) You can download the entire 4-track album, or listen to and download individual songs, using the following links:
Snowed In (entire album, 25 mb)
I do hope you’ll enjoy our different takes on some traditional tunes. It was really a labor of love, done for our own enjoyment, and as something we could share with friends and family. We learned a lot and are already brewing ideas for next year.
Happy Christmas and lots of love!
Chelsea
Do yourself a favor and listen to these wonderful recordings.
I hope your holiday celebrations, whatever you celebrate, were lovely and full of family, friends, and good times. I know mine was.
See you in 2012!
Best Of 2011 … So Far
Posted: 10.06.2011 Filed under: 2011, Amos Lee, Explosions In The Sky, Fleet Foxes, Paul Simon, PJ Harvey, R.E.M., Radiohead, Thao and Mirah, The Civil Wars, The Decemberists, The Low Anthem, TV On The Radio Leave a comment »Because I’ve fallen way behind on writing album reviews (due to very good and justifiable reasons, I assure you!) I remembered how much I enjoyed writing about music when I finally completed my long overdue Best Of 2010 … The Rest. Still, if there’s anything to be proud of, it’s the fact that I take an absurdly long time to write these Best Of lists – but at least I’m consistent! So, without further ah-doo, I present to you the Best Of 2011 … So Far.
Honorable mentions:
The Civil Wars, Barton Hollow
Let me just say that I have invested a lot of money into this band. I picked up their Record Store Day exclusive, ‘Dance Me To The End Of Love’, and then while perusing the laughable music section in Target, saw their Barton Hollow CD for sale. (So when I say “a lot”, I mean a total of $15. Whatever, that’s a lot.) There was something alluring about them to me, something that drew me in, and Barton Hollow is full of haunted, aching beauty, which I was in need of at the time. Being a fan of all aspects of folk music, I was able to appreciate the organic production and the lovely harmonies of Joy Williams and John Paul White, a modern-day (albeit romantically-unlinked) Richard and Linda Thompson. The aching beauty and dirge-like ballads can be a little overwhelming at times, and they’re balanced out with the rollicking blues crunch of the title track, but ‘Forget Me Not’ straddles that fine line and is a relatively jaunty, straightforward love song. Barton Hollow is a lovely album, and well worth the vast amounts of cash I’ve pumped into the Civil Wars, so it’ll be interesting to watch their career progress.
Defining song: Forget Me Not
Radiohead, The King Of Limbs
Years back, the release of a new Radiohead album was An Event, something that my similar-minded friends and I looked forward to, but I fear that those days have long passed. I’ve gotten more pleasure out of trawling through their back catalog than over their new material, though In Rainbows was an exciting release, simply because of its industry-shattering method of distribution. The King Of Limbs is a long-awaited follow-up, and I was initially underwhelmed. The first half is based on loops, which isn’t entirely surprising, considering the band’s previous paths, but they’re fairly inaccessible. Only as the album progresses do melodies and hooks start to appear, and with the back four, the album finally warms up – though the overall listen is chilling and gloomy, which is good for certain times of the year, but not all times of the year.
Defining song: Give Up The Ghost
Top 10 Albums of 2011 … So Far:
10. Fleet Foxes, Helplessness Blues
It’s taken me awhile to warm up to Fleet Foxes, and I believe that if I had published this list earlier (ie, on time), I would have placed them in the Honorable Mentions section and not on the list itself. When I first heard Helplessness Blues, I thought it was a quaint, if slightly unimpressive, folk album. But the more I listened to it and explored its nuances, the more my opinion changed as I found the songs embedded deeper into my consciousness, and I was able to remember hooks and melodies a lot more. And there are hooks and melodies aplenty here, though the mood is darker, more autumnal, than their eponymous debut album from three years ago; that’s not to say it’s a dour album, as there’s plenty of optimism among the romantic self-doubt and professional uncertainty. The harmonies are beautiful, sounding like a modern-day Simon and Garfunkel, or even Yes (at times) minus the studio wankery but with all of the musical invention. It’s the nooks and crannies of the album that are most appealing, with unusual instruments or chords or phrases tucked away unassumingly; superficially, it’s a simple acoustic folk album, but, upon digging just a little bit deeper, it’s anything but.
Defining song: Battery Kinzie
9. Explosions In The Sky, Take Care, Take Care, Take Care
Four years after the excellent All Of A Sudden I Miss Everyone, Explosions In The Sky have returned with another album of swelling, melancholy epics (apart from ‘Trembling Hands’, which runs at 3:30 and is the shortest song to grace one of their albums – not counting EPs or soundtracks), and it would be easy to say it’s a case of the same-old-same-old; there are the familiar crescendoes, the climactic e-bowed guitar drones, the trance-like melodies, and the clattering, thundering drums. But the softs aren’t quite as soft as they were before, and the songs on Take Care, Take Care, Take Care sound like actual, almost conventional compositions. That’s not to say it’s a bad thing, or that this album is just like all the rest; here, Take Care, Take Care, Take Care grows in intensity throughout the album, instead of throughout each song, with ‘Trembling Hands’ a manically raucous composition of drums and chanting. It all leads up to ‘Let Me Back In’, an almost funky 10-minute composition that serves as a perfect climax. Unlike ‘So Long, Lonesome’, which closed their last album, ‘Let Me Back In’ is more optimistic in its finality.
Defining song: Let Me Back In
8. PJ Harvey, Let England Shake
Just as I often mistook XTC for TLC, I too had an issue with PJ Harvey, often mistaking her (name only) for former ’60s pop idol PJ Proby. (Yeah, I dunno.) This probably accounted for my delay in acquainting myself with her music, and I regret this blunder, much like I did the XTC/TLC mix-up; luckily, her new album is so good that it’s allowed me to go back and evaluate her catalog. Let England Shake is a very English record (as its title would suggest), but it’s not nationalistic or stiflingly specific so as to exclude the diversity of fans around the world; it’s more of a history lesson in the futility and senselessness of war, with the Great War serving as a launching pad for her frustrations with the tangled mess we’re in these days. Let England Shake isn’t a pretty album in its subject matter, but as a whole, Harvey has woven a beautiful tapestry with intricate arrangements, the odd, unorthodox instrument – autoharp, zither, brass, and mallets – and musical references dotted throughout (‘Summertime Blues’ in ‘The Words That Maketh Murder’, ‘Instanbul (Not Constantinople)’ as the melody to the title track, and Niney’s ‘Blood And Fire’ in the Iraq War-inspired ‘Written On The Forehead’). It’s not an easy album to get into, but it’s a rewarding listen, and its universal message of ceasing endless, pointless wars is poignant and powerful.
Defining song: The Words That Maketh Murder
7. TV On The Radio, Nine Types Of Light
Back in 2007, I went out to Portland, Oregon, to visit some friends of mine and experience the American northwest. It was an eye-opening experience, and I was determined to move out there, but life and other annoying little things got in the way, and I remained an east coast kid. While out there, in addition to some light hiking and eating at Voodoo Doughnuts, I saw TV On The Radio at a sweaty little venue, the details of which are completely lost to the ether. Needless to say, it started a wavering interest in them; they’re one of those bands that I like when a new album comes out, but forget about otherwise. This means that when their new albums come out, I’m pleasantly surprised; true to form, Nine Types Of Light was a surprise, and a happy one at that, though it’s not a happy album. That’s not to say it’s a downbeat one, or even an unhappy one, but it’s a more romantic, love-fuelled album, with moments of high energy nervousness punctuating the hearts afloat feeling. As I enjoy diversity in albums, the languid, pastoral ‘Killer Crane’ is the highlight of a stellar album, and proves that even without the high energy nervousness, TV On The Radio is a compelling and engaging listen.
Defining song: Killer Crane
6. The Decemberists, The King Is Dead
The days of rock operas are long gone, with linear stories now irrelevant in the age of MP3 players and downloads. Albums as a concept are slowly withering away, replaced by hit singles with a few surrounding throwaways. Yet that didn’t stop the Decemberists from issuing The Crane Wife and The Hazards Of Love, the former which is a loose concept, and the second a denser, more lugubrious listen. I gave the band a nod on the Best Of 2009 list, but, truth be told, I didn’t listen to the album much after that. Not so with The King Is Dead, a more conventional album in that there isn’t a theme running through it; whereas its predecessor was bulky and its songs dense and rooted in British prog-rock and folk, The King Is Dead is lighter and airier, with a hint of Americana. Still, that doesn’t mean the natural Decemberists charm is lacking; there are still stories told in the songs, but they’re a bit tamer; there are still female counterpart vocals, with Gillian Welch providing some much-needed levity on seven of the ten songs; and the production is still slick, despite the ramshackle and homespun approach to recording in a converted barn. The guest musicians – Welch, as mentioned, and R.E.M.’s Peter Buck – threaten to overshadow the album, but the songs are so strong and catchy, with obvious hints toward Wilco, Neil Young, and – yes – R.E.M. that it marks The King Is Dead as their most accessible album in years.
Defining song: All Arise!
5. Amos Lee, Mission Bell
As a fan of folk music, I find that I’m able to distinguish really good folk from really bad folk – and I haven’t even been listening to it all that much as it is. (I’d say I’m a fair-weather folk fan, with an interest in diving deeper and exploring the many nuances of the genre. But I digress.) And so, there’s not much to distinguish obviously talented singer-songwriters like Ray LaMontagne and Son Volt from others, and I thought this would remain true with Amos Lee. Having done a mild bit of research on him for the never-ending saga that is the progress on my Elvis Costello book, I became suitably and mildly interested in his music, and listened to a few things. Mission Bell is the first Amos Lee album I’ve heard in full, and is the perfect soundtrack to an early morning/late afternoon springtime commute on back roads through rural, suburban Philadelphia. There’s a sepia-toned edge to the songs, as if they were thrown off in a barn on a late summer’s day, and are cause for introspection. The roots folk shines through in the ballads, and there’s a host of guest musicians – Lucinda Williams on ‘Clear Blue Eyes’, Willie Nelson on a reprise of ‘El Camino’, Sam Beam (of Iron & Wine) on ‘Violin’ – but the most moving and affecting song is the ragged, uplifting shuffle of ‘Windows Are Rolled Down’, which shows off the power his rich voice possesses. Most of the other songs fail to reach these heights elsewhere, with only ‘Flower’ and ‘Violin’ coming close, but as an album, Mission Bell is an effective collection of good to great songs.
Defining song: Windows Are Rolled Down
4. Thao and Mirah, Thao and Mirah
Partners often share many things together – bank accounts, toothbrushes, lives – but one of the most personally beneficial is the sharing of music, which I’ve been doing since beginning a committed relationship. One of my favorites of my girlfriend has been Mirah, whose You Think It’s Like This But It’s Really Like This has been in regular rotation on my iPod, and I’ve been digging through her extensive back catalog since the beginning of January. So imagine my delight to discover that Mirah and Thao Ngyuen have partnered up to release a pretty outstanding self-titled collaborative album. Being unfamiliar with Thao with the Get Down Stay Down, I came into this with mixed expectations, which were met and exceeded: the duo’s eponymous album is a conjoined twin of their varying musical styles, with Thao’s noisier stuff contrasting Mirah’s quieter, acoustic songs. That’s not to say it doesn’t always work perfectly – ‘Spaced-Out Orbit’ sort of lumbers along pointlessly – but when it does, it’s a wonderful fusion of their talents. The album is bookended by ‘Eleven’, with its clattering electronic drums and relentless chorus, and the gloriously chaotic ‘Squareneck’, both the undisputed highlights of the album. With the first collaborative album out of the way, here’s hoping they come up with an even better follow-up.
Defining song: Eleven
3. R.E.M., Collapse Into Now
As a child of the late ’80s and early ’90s, who got into music just as the gettin’ into it was gettin’ good, you’d think that R.E.M. would be one of those bands that I absolutely adore – and, having been inundated with their music (I remember ‘It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)’, ‘Everybody Hurts’, and ‘Losing My Religion’ being played constantly on the radio), this should have been the case. However, I seemed to have completely missed the boat on them up until a few years ago, when I finally listened to some of their albums and found them to be great. And so it goes with Collapse Into Now, an album that sounds like almost every R.E.M. album before it, but with enough defining characteristics to distinguish it from the rest. Michael Stipe’s voice is a little more weathered – he sounds almost ancient on ‘Walk It Back’ – but Peter Buck’s jangling guitar and Mike Mills’ bass and backing vocals keep the trademark R.E.M. sound familiar. The rockers start to sound samey after awhile, and it’s on the atmospheric tracks – ‘Discoverer’, ‘Blue’, ‘Walk It Back’, and especially ‘Every Day Is Yours To Win’, the highlight of the album – that the band is most successful. Collapse Into Now is the sound of R.E.M. creeping into middle age and finding it oddly accepting and comfortable. (Note: this review was written before their disbandment.)
Defining song: Every Day Is Yours To Win
2. The Low Anthem, Smart Flesh
Who’s surprised that Smart Flesh, the Low Anthem’s follow-up to Oh My God, Charlie Darwin, is on this list? Who’s surprised that Smart Flesh isn’t at number one? If you know me and you raised your hand to the second question, you win a prize! (The prize is continuing to read what I write.) I love Smart Flesh as an album and a collection of songs, and find it to be as cohesive and brilliantly homespun as its predecessor, but I’m not in love with the album. It’s a mellow collection of songs, with the mood set by the spectral opener ‘Ghost Woman Blues’, a song so delicate that it threatens to fall apart if it were to speed up even fractionally, and Ben Knox Miller’s nasal, upper register voice strains on many of the songs, leading the listener to wish some had been transposed down a few keys so that his rough-hewn cords could lend some much-needed oomph to the bottom end. But there’s a quaintness to the album, with its production – at an abandoned pasta sauce factory in Providence, Rhode Island – exposing the gauziness of the songs, to their benefit. Still, there are only two songs here where they get particularly rowdy: ‘Hey, All You Hippies!’, the paean to the mid-1980s politics of Ronald Reagan, and ‘Boeing 747′, an ode to the September 11th attacks. But ‘Apothecary Love’ balances that fine line between delicate and riotous, unweaving a heartbreaking tale of love and loss – subject matters which aren’t unfamiliar to this band.
Defining song: Apothecary Love
1. Paul Simon, So Beautiful Or So What
I often forget about Paul Simon when it comes to favorite songwriters, simply because he releases an album whenever he feels like it; he’s not prolific like Elvis Costello, nor is he a tortured genius, wrapping grand, elaborate plots into theatrical rock, like Pete Townshend or Ray Davies. But considering I place Graceland as the best album ever, that certainly must mean that Simon’s work counts for something. Witness So Beautiful Or So What, an album that honestly caught me off guard – not only that it appeared (I could’ve sworn ‘Getting Ready For Christmas Day’ was a Christmas-only performance on The Colbert Report), but how refreshing and invigorating it sounded. I still rate Surprise as a more accessible album, but So Beautiful is a more delicate and nuanced album, tight and focused in its brevity (38 minutes) and arrangements, with a homespun feel to it that gives it a delightful charm. The most accessible songs are both bluesy, swampy stompers: ‘Getting Ready For Christmas Day’, which opens the album, is based on a 1941 sermon by Reverend J. M. Gates, and the title track, which closes it, is a brazen mission statement, to either appreciate the simple things – or don’t. But it’s ‘Dazzling Blue’, built around drum loops and chock full of romantic and domestic imagery that comes across as charming instead of mawkish, that is the most affecting.
Defining song: Dazzling Blue
New Elvis Costello Song: ‘Sparkling Day’
Posted: 08.07.2011 Filed under: 2011, Elvis Costello 1 Comment »Elvis Costello recorded a new song for the upcoming film One Day. Recorded sometime this year, ‘Sparkling Day’ finds Elvis and his band, the Imposters, embarking down a stylistic path that hasn’t been explored in recent years: majestic pop. The song sounds like an update of sorts of Imperial Bedroom, which, coincidentally, may be my favorite EC album of all times, and it only makes me wish he’d do something similar to this on an upcoming album. However, considering the poor reception to his most recent album, National Ransom, which spurred a hasty decision to never record another album, this very well could be the last song he ever records. (Then again, prior to the release of Momofuku in 2008, he ranted similarly that he was done with albums, and then he put out three in quick succession, so you never really know.)
Edit: the video clip is, unfortunately, no longer available.
Concert review: Elvis Costello, 5.19.11
Posted: 05.24.2011 Filed under: 2011, concert review, Elvis Costello 3 Comments »Friends, family members, and regular readers of Sound Round know that Elvis Costello is perhaps my favorite musician – and I feel like I lead with that introduction every time I write about him – so I’ll leave out all the hyperbole about how he’s a brilliant musician, anything he writes and records is amazing, and so on and so forth, and instead get to the meat and potatoes of the review: Elvis and the Imposters wowed Philadelphia with their Revolver Tour, a sort of update of the Spectacular Spinning Songbook nights of the 1986 Costello Sings Again tour.
A brief history lesson is essential at this point. Back in 1986, after releasing two markedly different albums – the country-tinged King Of America, full of super personal songs about alcoholism, the destruction of his first marriage, and his relationship with Pogues bassist Cait O’Riordan, and the raw rock of Blood & Chocolate, full of, well, much of the same – he devised a method to present the albums, and his vast back catalog, in a unique way. On any given night, he would perform either a solo show, a show with the Confederates (an ad hoc band of country musicians who appeared on King Of America), a “greatest hits” set with the Attractions, or a Spectacular Spinning Songbook show. The last show was the most anticipated: Elvis brought with him a large spinning wheel with song titles on them, and audience members would be pulled onstage and given the opportunity to spin the wheel. Before it became a movie, Napolean Dynamite was Elvis’s alter ego, and he would wow and amuse the crowd with his barking and wit. It was a financially destructive show, but it was profoundly entertaining and injected some fresh randomness into his set.
Twenty-five years later, Elvis and his “new” band the Imposters (who have been around since the turn of the millennium, and are former Attractions Steve Nieve and Pete Thomas on keyboards and drums, respectively, with Davey Faragher on bass guitar and backing vocals, replacing the grumpy if technically brilliant Bruce Thomas) came back to Philly to present the updated Spinning Songbook, and with a premise like this, I had to shell out the $65 to see this show.

Outside the Tower
I recounted this history – in far more excruciating detail – to my lovely and patient, if nonplussed, concert companion and girlfriend, who had a basic understanding of Elvis’s songs. Apart from an unanticipated snafu with the tickets, leading one usher to inquire forcefully, “D’j'ya buy these outside?!” Meredith and I found our seats, orchestra left, about 45 rows back. We had a good view, and as the audience filled in diligently, I had a good view of several greying, balding pates and adults with thick-rimmed glasses; everyone from hippies to hipsters was in attendance, and I could hear some people to my right and behind me discussing what they thought he’d play. Others swooned at the 50-foot songbook as I made note of some of the songs we could be treated to; ‘Earthbound’, from a set of demos recorded in 1992 for little-known musician Wendy James, was the most intriguing to me.
At precisely seven after eight, the lights dimmed, and four shadowy figures loped out onto the stage, and Elvis picked up a guitar, nodded in a tacit acknowledgment that people were going wild, and led the Imposters into a breathless, breakless four-song set of ‘I Hope You’re Happy Now’, Nick Lowe’s ‘Heart Of The City’, ‘Mystery Dance’, and ‘Radio, Radio’ before he finally addressed the crowd. As the Imposters played a carnivalized instrumental rendition of ‘The Imposter’, Elvis started his barker routine, removing his one hat and perching a top hat atop his head as he grabbed a cane and introduced the Spectacular Spinning Songbook. A local girl (Kate “WaWa” Watson Wallace) in a go-go cage stood awkwardly, having completed her routine and was waiting for Elvis to continue rockin’ out, but she was discreetly taken to the wings by Katerina Valentina, daughter of Xavier (in actuality, Elvis’s bodyguard from 1986), who did her father proud by wandering into the audience and picking out the first spinner, who was hoping to hear ‘Alison’ (typical). What she spun was ‘Human Hands’, an obscure album track from Imperial Bedroom, and it sounded like the band hadn’t really rehearsed it all that much. The next spin was ‘Living In Paradise’, and the band then segued into an improvised ‘Shabby Doll’, one of my top Elvis Costello songs of the moment, so I was especially thrilled to hear this.

Elvis and the Imposters in full flight
A young couple (from a row or two behind Meredith and me) was then ushered up to the stage, and one selected “Napoleon Solo” and the other the “Time” jackpot. Elvis coyly slid the solo selection into his back pocket, threatening to use it later, before he led the band into a four-song set of ‘Clowntime Is Over No. 2′, ‘Strict Time’, ‘Man Out Of Time’, and the Rolling Stones’ ‘Out Of Time’. The two stayed up onstage and, during the last song, finally got into the go-go cage; Elvis delighted everyone by jumping in with them during Steve Nieve’s solo. These four songs were especially amazing, and Elvis was really hitting his stride by this point, clearly enjoying the obscurity of the Rolling Stones’ tune while relishing in getting the audience to sing along to the “Baby, baby, baby you’re out of ti-iiime” chorus.
Finally, another couple came up and spun ‘Brilliant Mistake’ and the “Joanna” jackpot. Elvis made a sly dig at Glenn Beck in the title for the former, and referenced the mini-TV showing nothing but static (“We play Fox News all the time”) that was sitting on the bar where the spinners were led, if they didn’t feel like dancing. (Most of them did.) ‘Brilliant Mistake’ was a good enough performance, though it lacked the acoustic edge of the original when turned into its electric rage, but the “Joanna” (rhyming slang for piano, which Elvis explained in a lengthy preamble, even referencing his dialectic and linguistic tongue changes over the years) selection was terrific: Elvis gave Steve the opportunity to choose a song, which was ‘Pills And Soap’. The two then performed a stunning duet, with the hardworking pianist ably backing up Elvis, who even wandered into the audience and sat down in an empty seat, all without missing a single word.

Elvis engages the audience IN the audience
When he reemerged, again with a new spinner, who landed on ‘Detectives vs Hoover Factory’. Elvis asked the audience, by way of applause and cheers, which song they would they would rather hear: ‘Watching The Detectives’ or the little-known obscurity ‘Hoover Factory’. Astonishingly, the latter got the most applause and hoots, which surprised Elvis, so he decided to play both. The final spin was ‘Black And White World’, which caused Davey Faragher to grin widely, no doubt enjoying the wild basslines his predecessor had laid down on the original from Get Happy!!. There was a bit of a miscommunication toward the end, causing both Elvis and Davey to crack up in laughter, before Elvis led the band into an extended coda that segued into ‘Beyond Belief’ which, like ‘Shabby Doll’ before it, was another impromptu performance. (Coincidentally, another favorite of mine.) The last song of the main set was Paul McCartney’s ‘Let Me Roll It’, a surprising inclusion for sure, and which got a lot of people on their feet and singing along.
A brief interlude (“the encore break!” Elvis grinned) followed, before he came back with an acoustic guitar and finally used the “Napoleon Solo” card, playing ‘A Slow Drag With Josephine’ from his brilliant new album, National Ransom. It’s at this point that I want to go off on a tear about this particular crowd: pumped full of beer and adrenaline, the audience was shouting and screaming during the two quiet acoustic songs, attempting to be heard and completely destroying any subtleties that Elvis may have been trying to inject into them. Additionally, the audience either sat down entirely during this song (causing a particularly annoying couple next to me to say, “Ugh, finally” – they had spent the entire concert trying to get people around them to sit down, demanding loudly that no one stand because, y’know, that’s just not what you do at a fucking rock’n'roll concert I guess) or left to get more beer, which, yeah, is just what they needed. As Elvis ended his song, he introduced the next tune, ‘Jimmie Standing In The Rain’ (also from National Ransom) but was rudely interrupted by some asshole behind me who shouted loudly, “For the love of God, play something we all want to hear!” He was promptly booed, and Elvis made light of the heckle, but the damage was done: the crowd was growing restless, and for an artist who thrives off of spontaneity and playing most of his new album at concerts, as well as several new, unrecorded tunes, this kind of ignorance must not have sat kindly with Elvis. As disappointed as I was that these were the only two songs from his newest album in the set, with the kind of jackasses who brayed about not hearing the hits, I’m glad I didn’t have to endure further interruptions. (Indeed, the halfwit who grunted loudly his displeasure at hearing new songs mumbled obscenities to himself throughout ‘Jimmie’, and it got so bad that I was about to pull a George Costanza on him and tell him to shut the fuck up or else we’d take it outside. Considering I’m a scrawny, more-pudge-than-punch nerd with thick-rimmed glasses, and I was wearing a cardigan, it was best that I didn’t level this empty threat his way. So instead I attack him in word.)
As quickly as he could, Elvis – no longer in his gold lamé jacket but instead in a patched, workingman’s blazer – finished up his new song before singing a few lines off-mic from ‘Brother, Can You Spare A Dime?’ The Imposters then came back out for five more rock songs, and the bronchitis that forced him to cancel the show the night before was starting to affect his voice, but he still gave it a go anyway. The raggedness worked to the songs’ advantages, and ‘(I Don’t Want To Go To) Chelsea’, ‘Everyday I Write The Book’, ‘Pump It Up’, the Who’s ‘Substitute’ (in honor of Pete Townshend’s 66th birthday that day), and closer ‘(What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love & Understanding?’ closed a memorable and multifaceted spectacle that will be hard to top.
As we all cried for more (I especially wanted to hear ‘Waiting For The End Of The World’, considering judgment day was imminent) Elvis and the band said their goodbyes, before coming back out for their final bows (which must have caught the other three off-guard; indeed, the other times I saw him, Elvis didn’t bow with the band, and they were all having a good laugh about it, it seemed) and running off once more as the house lights came up. As Meredith and I moved with the crowd toward the exit, I saw my former coworker Steve, who has seen Elvis at least once every year since 1979, going in the opposite direction. I shouted his name and we exchanged pleasantries briefly, and I was happy to see he had written me an email the following day: “Definitely one of the top shows I’ve seen from him and that’s going back to 1979! It was vintage Elvis at his best.” Considering I’d seen him only five times since 2007 (each show a different one), I found it difficult to disagree with his assessment.
Mann Music Center’s Summer 2011 Schedule
Posted: 05.18.2011 Filed under: 2011, live performance, Philadelphia Leave a comment »I’m not one to just copy and paste links here (so I won’t!), but in an unanticipated display of pride for my home city, I read on Uwishunu.com that the Mann Music Center’s summer 2011 season schedule is starting on May 21st – provided the world doesn’t end, of course – with Philadelphia On Parade. Read the article here.
As someone who’s only been getting into live music and concert experiences within the past few years, the Mann has been one of my favorite venues, and boasts a beautiful view of the city that’s, honestly, quite magical in the summer. (It’s a far cry from the similarly-designed outdoor venue Susquehanna Bank Center, which boasts a view of Camden.) I first went to the Mann in early September 2005, when my life was in an upheaval and I needed a distraction. My dad and his then-girlfriend asked if I’d be interested in seeing a show there; Trio!, featuring Stanley Clarke, Jean-Luc Ponty, and Béla Fleck, was my introduction to music other than loud guitars and crashing drums, and, even though I might be romanticizing it a bit based on my frame of mind at the time, the combination of the music and the scenery made me just fall in love with it.
My next show there was two years later, when I saw Elvis Costello and the Philadelphia Orchestra perform selections from Il Sogno, his orchestral adaptation of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, in the first half, and a smattering of rearranged hits and album songs in the second half. It was a unique experience, especially considering I had seen Costello fronting the Imposters four months prior at the Electric Factory; going from screaming guitars to crooning bandleader was a neat juxtaposition.
It’s been four years since I’ve been, but I’m hoping to make it back to the Mann at some point this summer. I know Roger Daltrey is visiting in September, but prices are way high, so we’ll see if I get to go there. Perhaps I’ll pay Ray LaMontagne a visit. Whatever the concert, I’m definitely seeing something there.
Best of 2010 … The Rest
Posted: 05.13.2011 Filed under: 2011, Belle and Sebastian, Eels, Elton John, Elvis Costello, Jenny Lewis, Leon Russell, Neil Young, Nick Cave and Grinderman, Ray LaMontagne, Robert Plant, Steven Page, Weezer Leave a comment »Having felt some pangs of guilt of putting off my Best Of 2010 … So Far for so long, I’ve made a personal vow to publish this one relatively quickly. But make no mistake – it’s not just down to personal goals and any kind of misguided guilt I may have! The albums released in the latter half of 2010 have, unlike 2009′s vice versa, been strong and of excellent quality, so the challenge was more difficult for me this time. And though the first half of 2010 was deservedly overrun with some more indie choices, it’s the old wave/well-established acts that really pulled out some heavy hitters for the second half; while the #1 result may be predictable to anyone who follows this blog (or, hell, anyone who knows me), it should be mentioned that there was some seriously stiff competition, and that every album in the Top 10 could have easily been #1.
So, I guess in a roundabout way, this is like me taking the easy way out and saying that you’re all winners.
Honorable mentions:
Weezer, Hurley and Death To False Metal
It seems like every new Weezer album should be placed not in “Honorable mentions”, but “Comedy option mentions”. Having long decided against returning to the halcyon days of Pinkerton (or even Maladroit – hey, it’s a good album, haters gonna hate!), Rivers Cuomo and company have instead fallen into self-parody after self-parody, leaving the listener unsure if they’re fully in on the joke or not. Hurley is the quickly-released update to Ratitude, though, surprisingly, there’s not much in the way of memorable melodies or hooks that were evident on its predecessor. Still, it’s a good-not-great album, not entirely worthy of the lashing it may have received, but not worthy of any overlavished praise, with only closer ‘Time Flies’ following in the footsteps of other memorable closers making any kind of emotional impact. Two months after the release of Hurley came Death To False Metal, an “odds and ends” compilation album composed of outtakes and studio cast-offs that has been officially classified as the logical follow-up to Hurley. And it’s a more engaging listen than that album, but, to paraphrase Oscar Wilde, to have one Weezer album on a best-of list may be regarded as genuine appreciation; to have two Weezer albums looks like a grab for pity. So, they are both here, because the combination of both constitutes a relatively decent release.
Defining song: Time Flies
Steven Page, Page One
Just like his former bandmates’ All In Good Time graced the “Honorable mentions” section for the first half of 2010, so too does erstwhile Barenaked Lady Steven Page’s first post-arrest/departure album Page One. He sounds more comfortable here than he did on BNL’s recent albums, where he sounded like he was sleepwalking through some truly half-assed songs; now, he’s awake, alert, and ready to prove himself. The arrangements are unique, the songwriting is good, and the performances are all strong, with a range of ballads and quirky pop-rock tunes gracing the relatively brief, 45-minute album. Page One is his By Numbers, but where Pete Townshend found cynical bitterness with his lot in life, Page looks back over the darkest period of his life and confidently regains control, emerging humbler, if not wiser.
Defining song: Over Joy
Top 10 Albums of 2010 … The Rest:
10. Ray LaMontagne and the Pariah Dogs, God Willin’ & the Creek Don’t Rise
I have a love/hate relationship with Ray LaMontagne. It doesn’t help that his thunder was stolen by the Low Anthem at a concert I saw in April 2009, but I find his shyness and lack of interaction with the audience to be way off-putting. However, his songs are so damn good that I’m willing to forgive his awkwardness. God Willin’ & the Creek Don’t Rise is marketed as a LaMontagne-plus-band album, though I can’t find any distinguishing factors between being “in a band” and his last three singer-songwriter albums, but when it comes to albums that are just perfect for putting on in the car and driving around the country on a warm and beautiful spring or summer evening, God Willin’ & the Creek Don’t Rise might as well have been designed just for that. There’s barnstorming rompers (‘Repo Man’, ‘Devil’s In The Jukebox’), mid-tempo shuffles (‘Beg Steal or Borrow’, ‘Old Before Your Time’) and sad country weepers (‘New York Is Killing Me’, ‘This Love Is Over’), and LaMontaigne’s raspy voice is best suited for all of them. It doesn’t so much progress as it does maintain the status quo, but when the status quo is this good, sometimes it’s best not to stray too far from the norm.
Defining song: Devil’s In The Jukebox
9. Neil Young, Le Noise
I so desperately wanted to put Neil Young’s Fork In The Road on the 2009 Best Of list, but it didn’t capture my attention quite as much as I’d hoped it would. The same can’t be said of Le Noise, a true solo album with Young, an arsenal of guitars, and Daniel Lenois’ trademark swampy effects to captive and capture my attention. The first listen is incredibly difficult, for Young’s disembodied voice, already so off-putting for many first-time listeners, hovers listlessly among the sonic noise, only occasionally bursting into passion, but pulling back the onion peels reveals a complicated and rewarding album. The electric guitar is in full blast on six of the eight songs, but it’s the weighty issue of a doomed America that makes the acoustic ‘Peaceful Valley Boulevard’ the heaviest – and best – song not only on the album, but perhaps in the last decade of Young’s career.
Defining song: Peaceful Valley Boulevard
8. Belle and Sebastian, Belle and Sebastian Write About Love
I love Belle and Sebastian, but I have a hard time listening to their albums for extended periods of time before their charmingly twee sound starts to test my patience. But, like allergies, it helps to be exposed to them in small doses to really get a true appreciation for them, and when my girlfriend fell madly in love with Write About Love, she played it non-stop in my car on lengthy drives. Because I had nothing else to do, I listened, and I too was guiled by its charms. The distinct mid-60s feel of the production and the adorable lyrics make this less surprising a release and more comforting that Belle and Sebastian are still delivering the goods, and among a list of musicians who are constantly redefining themselves, it’s good to have some familiarity. There isn’t much to distinguish this album from any of B&S’s others, but it’s a good, solid album, and a worthy addition to their discography.
Defining song: Come On Sister
7. Robert Plant, Band Of Joy
If there’s one thing that Robert Plant enjoys, it’s reinventing himself. Not content with being stuck with the “former vocalist of Led Zeppelin” tag, he’s consistently put out strong and engaging records, blending his love of English black country with Americana and folk, a sound he combined with 2002′s Dreamland and which peaked with Mighty Rearranger. Like 2007′s duet with Allison Krauss, Raising Sand, Band Of Joy (so named as a nod to his pre-Led Zep band) relies on covers, but this time there’s more of a contemporary slant, with Los Lobos’ infectious ‘Angel Dance’ leading off the proceedings, while two selections from Low – ‘Silver Lining’ and ‘Monkey’ – are ethereal and haunting. This time, Plant’s female foil is Patty Griffin, who provides prominent backing vocals on most of the songs, but it’s their emotional duet on Richard Thompson’s ‘House Of Cards’ that steals the show.
Defining song: House Of Cards
6. Eels, Tomorrow Morning
Following up his End Times, also released in early 2010 and an intimate (sometimes too intimate), heartbreaking work of staggering romantic failure, Tomorrow Morning is the morning-after chaser. Emerging with his pride bruised but not broken, E delivers a cautiously optimistic post mortem, and instead of sparse, acoustic songs, as on End Times, the optimism is underscored with loops, synthesized orchestras, and programmed drums. That’s not to say the entire album is a rush of guitars and happiness – there’s still quieter, acoustic moments – but the joy balances out the pleasure, and by the time ‘I Like The Way This Is Going’ comes around, wherein the shadow of a past, bitter relationship is completely forgotten in favor of a new, happier one, the mood is positively exuberant.
Defining song: I Like The Way This Is Going
5. Jenny and Johnny, I’m Having Fun Now
This almost-follow-up to Jenny Lewis’s wonderful Acid Tongue was entirely self-performed and recorded with her beau, Johnathan Rice (both, I might add, guested on Elvis Costello’s Momofuku). If it’s her shot at trying on the shoes of Zooey Deschanel and M. Ward as a hip, SoCal alternative to She & Him, then I’m Having Fun Now succeeds: it’s a rowdy, rambunctious record, with moments of ebullience that live up to its title. Lewis is a perfect counterpart to Rice’s muted vocal delivery, while Rice’s adds some slickness to Lewis’s ramshackle, out-of-control wild ride. Acid Tongue it isn’t, but where that album was a star-studded treat, I’m Having Fun Now is just two talented musicians letting their hair down.
Defining song: Scissor Runner
4. Cee-Lo, The Lady Killer
Try to find a review of this album that doesn’t immediately mention ‘Fuck You!’ (I’m aware of the coincidence.) It’s unfortunate that that song – amazing as it is – has taken on a life of its own, because it overshadows what is a genuinely excellent album, full of sweetly-sung tracks fusing soul and pop with funk and hip-hop. Cee-Lo is a masterful performer and entertainer, equating himself to a spy (of love? of lust? of fame? or maybe all three?) with the bookending ‘Lady Killer Theme’, and it’s the margins of The Lady Killer that make the listen worthwhile: ‘Bright Lights, Bigger City’ is a sleek and sexy ode to New York City, while ‘I Want You’ is an anguished ode to a romantic spark long since diminished. In which case, ‘Fuck You!’ might be a suitable reply.
Defining song: Fuck You!
3. Nick Cave and Grinderman, Grinderman 2
The primal and carnivorous sexual aural assault that was Grinderman was a raw and alarming experience for me. Just as I was getting into Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds in 2008, my coworker (and fellow music appreciator) Sean said to me, “Hey, if you like the Bad Seeds, check out Grinderman – it’s on my iTunes.” At the time I was able to slip on headphones and rock out while working, and I wasn’t prepared for the onslaught that followed. Compared to Abattoir Blues / The Lyre Of Orpheus, my introduction to the Bad Seeds, this Grinderman was a different beast altogether. Frankly, I loved it. The lecherous old man feel continues on the follow-up, an equally primal and carnivorous album to its predecessor, albeit with a little more spit and polish. That’s where the album falters; it’s a bit slicker, sure, but there’s not enough to distinguish this from its debut. But hearing Cave croon such would-be awful lines as “My baby calls me the Loch Ness monster / Two great big humps and then I’m gone” and “I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar” with perverted glee as all the more worth it. And the slickness works on the delicate shuffle of ‘Palaces Of Montezuma’, which combines all of the raunch of Grinderman with the poetic beauty of the Bad Seeds.
Defining song: Palaces Of Montezuma
2. Elton John and Leon Russell, The Union
Having been more than a casual fan of Elton John, but not fanatical enough to know every facet about his discography, I’ve often found myself thinking, “When’s Elton John gonna put out his next album?” I was surprised to see on my last.fm page a recommendation for a song called ‘If It Wasn’t For Bad’, and so I promptly checked it out and liked what I heard. Further surprise came when it was a duet with Leon Russell, a legend in his own right, but a legend that I haven’t checked out that much. (That has since been rectified.) So I waited with anticipation for their album The Union, and upon its release fell madly in love with it. I’ve always considered Tumbleweed Connection to be John’s best album, so this cultural crossover between the true southern Americana of Russell and the British equivalent of John and songwriting partner Bernie Taupin sat just right with me. (The production by T-Bone Burnett didn’t hurt, either – he sure has been busy in 2010!) Astonishingly, unlike prior John albums, there isn’t any real hit single to be heard here, which falls in line with his assertion that he wants to concentrate on making proper albums again; The Union, then, is a proper album. The songwriting is strong, the interplay between Russell and John is superb, and the performances are wonderful. Not to mention the guests – Neil Young, Brian Wilson, and Booker T. Jones all make appearances, with Young contributing a gorgeous vocal to ‘Gone To Shiloh’; coincidentally, my favorite song of the bunch. Although this partnership is undoubtedly a one-off (Russell was always a musical hero to John, who instigated the union as a means to thank his mentor) I can only hope we’ll get some equally strong separate releases from both in the future.
Defining song: Gone To Shiloh
1. Elvis Costello, National Ransom
As a perpetual Elvis Costello fanboy, I can’t overstate my appreciation of this album enough. It’s a follow-up to 2009′s Secret, Profane & Sugarcane, which was a good-not-great first album with his new ad hoc string band, the Sugarcanes. While Secret falters with its muted approach, National Ransom shines, for not only are the Sugarcanes a well-oiled machine by now, but Costello does the smart thing and integrates members of his “other” band, the Imposters. Drummer Pete Thomas provides a huge shot to the arm, while Steve Nieve’s colorful keyboard accompaniments add much-needed variety to the songs. There are some weaker songs – Leon Russell flies in aimlessly for ‘My Lovely Jezebel’, and ‘I Lost You’, ‘The Spell That You Cast’, and the title track are all samey-sounding – but the gems here are exceptional: ‘Jimmie Standing In The Rain’, ‘A Slow Drag With Josephine’, and ‘A Voice In The Dark’ are playful character stories with an old-timey feel, while ‘Bullets For The New-Born King’ and ‘All These Strangers’ are serious, politically-charged songs, with simple but powerful arrangements. But to this fan, it’s ‘That’s Not The Part Of Him You’re Leaving’, a heartbreaking adieu to a friend who’s made her non-romantic intentions absolutely clear, that resonates the most. Costello can sing of unscrupulous politicians and bankers and ’30s-era caricatures, but it’s when he goes straight for the heartstrings that he really makes a profound mark.
Defining song: That’s Not The Part Of Him You’re Leaving
Why Pink Floyd? Why the hell not?
Posted: 05.10.2011 Filed under: 2011, Pink Floyd Leave a comment »I may be immersed in the wonderful world of editing one book and writing three others, but that doesn’t mean I’m not keeping in touch with the goings-on of some of my other favorite bands! Imagine my surprise when I saw an innocent link on my Facebook feed called “Why Pink Floyd?”. Because they’re one of my favorite bands (and, much to the jealousy of my fellow classic rock-minded friends, my first concert), I clicked and was taken to a confusing website. Some words stuck out at me, notably “unreleased”, “archives”, and “box set”. So I read on:
Get immersed in Pink Floyd’s back catalogue, with outtakes, rarities, and more
Revealed today are details of a huge Pink Floyd release schedule, featuring all the studio albums newly remastered including unreleased music from the archives and collectors’ box sets. With three of the major titles coming in three different editions each, there’s an edition for every level of fan, from casual enthusiast, to the biggest Floydheads! The comprehensive release schedule kicks off on September 26, 2011, and encompasses CDs, DVDs, Blu-ray discs, an array of digital formats, viral marketing, iPhone Apps and a brand-new single-album ‘Best Of’ collection. Vinyl editions are also in the works for release in due course. We’re delighted to bring you details of the remasters, the collection boxset, the best of, and for three of the albums (so far) the three different special editions on offer – Discovery, Experience, and Immersion – and just what to expect for each album. We’ve also got those important pre-order links, so that you can secure your chosen release(s)…
Less intriguing is the single-disc compilation A Foot In The Door, with the following tracklist:
- Hey You
- See Emily Play
- The Happiest Days Of Our Lives
- Another Brick In The Wall pt2
- Have A Cigar
- Wish You Were Here
- Time
- The Great Gig In The Sky
- Money
- Comfortably Numb
- High Hopes
- Learning To Fly
- The Fletcher Memorial Home
- Shine On You Crazy Diamond (edit)
- Brain Damage
- Eclipse
As someone who has avoided repurchasing the entirety of the Beatles and Queen discography (more out of financial woes than due to grievances with the content, though that did also factor in somewhat), I can’t promise that I’ll be getting any of these (the contents are all intriguing, especially Wish You Were Here, and I can’t wait to see what’s on The Wall) unless my fortunes change drastically, but I’m sure the more I read up on these, the more excited I’ll be for them, and then I’ll start to rejustify the costs once again…
New Wilco Album Announced
Posted: 04.25.2011 Filed under: 2011, new release, Wilco Leave a comment »My appreciation for Wilco has been a lengthy journey. It started in 2007 when a coworker of mine, Dave, rattled off a lengthy list of bands and musicians that included, among others, Pink Martini and TV On The Radio. Wilco was a part of that list, and I’d been vaguely aware of them, but not to the point that I knew of any of their songs or albums. (This is a trend with me.) In what I’ve referred elsewhere as the Great iTunes Purchasing Splurge Of The Spring Of 2007, I purchased Sky Blue Sky and immediately fell in love with the album, but, curiously, I didn’t feel compelled to check out any of their other stuff.
It wasn’t until last year that I truly began to take notice of Jeff Tweedy and his roguish band of misfit alt-country folk-rockers. (Oh sure, Wilco (The Album) was chosen as one of my top albums of 2009, but that was a fluke.) I was given a burned copy by a friend of their collaboration with Billy Bragg, Mermaid Avenue Volume One, and things just snowballed from there. Summerteeth and A.M. became constants in my iPod queue, and when I saw Tweedy at the Philadelphia Folk Fest in August, and the way he handled himself onstage, I knew that this would be a loving partnership after all.
So, imagine my delight when I read that Wilco is releasing a new album, Get Well Soon Everybody, in September:
“The working title, as of right now, is Get Well Soon Everybody,” Jeff Tweedy, the singer-songwriter-leader of Wilco, says of his band’s eight studio album, now in the mixing stage at the group’s Chicago studio, the Loft, and due for release in September. “If I could say anything to the world at large, that would be it.”
The record will be Wilco’s first on their own label, dBpm – shorthand for decibels per minute – and Tweedy’s third set of new songs with his longest-running lineup: bassist John Stirratt, guitarist Nels Cline, drummer Glenn Kotche, keyboard player Mikael Jorgenson and multi-instrumentalist Pat Sansome. The group has recorded more than 20 songs, Tweedy says, “out of the things I had coming in, which was somewhere in the fifties and sixties. It’s a pretty great time for me writing-wise.”
After Wilco finished touring last year, “we took a little more time off the road than we normally do,” says Tweedy. “Certainly, it’s been the longest break I’ve had since my twenties, and that’s been a big help, wading out that far from the comfort of the old songs. You have to keep your mind sharp to play your old songs. It’s hard to allow yourself to freely think about what you want to do next, when you’re that close to doing another show.”
The album includes a seven-minute track, “Art of Almost,” which starts with shadowy electronics, gently turns into a haunted vocal section, then sprints into a Krautrock-style blowout. There are also two country-flavored songs, the spectral ballad “Black Moon” and the jauntier “Whole Love.” “There are two strong threads of material,” Tweedy says, “one being a little weirder – snot-nosed obnoxious pop songs – and the other more languid, atnospheric-country music.” “Whole Love” grew out of “a chord progression I found interesting,” he notes. But the arrangemetns are the product “of six guys being pretty remarkable at communicating without talking and having a lot of trust in each other.”
Tweedy points out that the name of Wilco’s label – to be distributed by ANTI – was originally a working title for the 2004 album, A Ghost Is Born. “It doesn’t make any sense,” he admits. “But as a graphic, it looks cool.”
Gotta say I’m pretty stoked for this. Stoked enough to interrupt my self-imposed radio silence to announce it!
Record Store Day 2011 Post-Mortem
Posted: 04.18.2011 Filed under: 2011, Queen, Record Store Day, Regina Spektor, The Civil Wars, The Secret Sisters Leave a comment »After promising to partake in Record Store Day for the past two years and, due to circumstances beyond my control, failing, I vowed this year would be different. Because I’m lucky enough to still be employed, Saturday proved to be an expensive day, though it would have been more expensive if reason hadn’t kicked in.
Because I’m mostly a nocturnal beast, I didn’t wake up until around quarter of 10, and even then it was just to move my car for two hours to prevent another parking ticket. (Oh, the joys of Center City.) By the time my girlfriend and I finally got ourselves ready and out the door, it was well after noon, and we still had to pick up her brother, who bussed in from Roxborough to spend the afternoon with us.
Luckily, finding parking around A.K.A. Music was easy, and before long we were approaching the store, myself with uneasy anticipation. Due to my fear of large crowds, I expected the store to be packed to the brim with music lovers, and, upon entering, I was initially correct: the front third of the store was lined with people, either exploring the goodies of Record Store Day or waiting to pay for their records. Happily, the back two-thirds was largely unobstructed, apart from a band setting up and doing a loud soundcheck above the vinyl section (which didn’t help my headache), and I spent a lot of time perusing the aisles as I used to as a budding music lover, automatically going to the sections of the bands I love who I know haven’t released a new album – sometimes haven’t released a new album, compilations aside, in years – but subconsciously hoping to be proven wrong. (I wasn’t, of course.)
Meredith and her brother went straight for the vinyl all the way in the back, and I eventually caught up with them and did some hardcore perusing. I found a copy of the Secret Sisters’ debut album, which I had been thinking of getting for a while after writing an entry on them in my Elvis Costello book (they collaborated with him on a few songs in concert). As I often do, I had a handful of CDs and vinyl ready to be purchased, in a process that I can only describe as odd: I grab whatever I think I’d want to buy, and then go through a gradual process to decide what’s truly necessary and what’s not. Some casualties: Paul Simon’s So Beautiful Or So What, which I already have anyway, and the Rolling Stones’ Ladies And Gentlemen DVD, a relative steal at $13.99, but deemed surplus to requirements when I decided that, a) the Stones live don’t really thrill me, and b) I don’t really watch live DVDs all that much anymore. (A corollary to a: Ladies And Gentlemen is a document of their 1972 tour, which does actually interest me, as it was before they became a parody of themselves and were still a relatively volatile band, but b outweighed a.)
But onto what I did get. There wasn’t much this year that overly excited me, but I did still find some surprises: Regina Spektor’s Four From Far, with three album outtakes and a live version of ‘Eet’, was one of my first grabs, as was Queen’s ‘Keep Yourself Alive’ / ‘Son And Daughter’ 7″ reissue, purchased less because I wanted it and more because a respected collector contacted me and asked if I could buy it and send it to him. Figuring that $4.99 was relatively cheap, I grabbed another one for myself. Initially, I was planning on buying the Rolling Stones’ ‘Brown Sugar’ / ‘Bitch’ / ‘Let It Rock’ 7″, but put it back because, again, I didn’t really need it. But I did make a spontaneous purchase with the Civil Wars’ ‘Dance Me To The End Of Love’ / ‘I Want You Back’ 7″. Figuring one of the points of Record Store Day was to discover a new band, I grabbed a copy and hoped for the best. As of this writing, I haven’t listened to it, or any of the records, all of which are at home, safely wrapped in a plain brown paper bag.
Meredith bought a copy of Lady Gaga’s ‘Born This Way’ 12″ picture disc, which some might think would cause me to turn my nose up at, but, honestly, I have no problem whatsoever with her. (Just today, I read that Queen’s Brian May contributed a guitar solo to an upcoming song of hers, which outraged Queen fans for reasons that I just don’t know.) Meredith’s brother, meanwhile, got a copy of ‘Keep Yourself Alive’ / ‘Son And Daughter’, and Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band’s ‘Gotta Get That Feeling’ / ‘Racing In The Street’ 10″, which I was also considering but decided against, as my appreciation for The Boss is still in its infancy. The one disc that he really wanted but couldn’t find was the Beach Boys’ ‘Good Vibrations’ / ‘Heroes And Villains’, and so we went up to Creep Records in Northern Liberties, a nice, cozy store that not only had a handful of Record Store Day releases, but a keg of beer (in which none of us partook); sadly, the Beach Boys disc was nowhere to be found, and so we went over to PYT to drown our sorrows in tasty burgers and fries.
All told, it was a muted day, and I imagine that if we had gotten a much earlier start, we would have come away with more loot. (Because I value my sleep, this just wasn’t going to happen.) Both record stores we checked out were great and well-stocked, and I didn’t walk away disappointed. After trying and failing to partake in Record Store Day for the past two years, it felt good to finally be able to contribute in some small way to an event that I morally support. Not only do I hope the record stores I frequent remain open, I also hope to remain employed so that I can do this all again next year.
Record Store Day 2011
Posted: 03.25.2011 Filed under: 2011, announcement, of interest, Record Store Day Leave a comment »Work is still progressing on my Queen book, and my focus still has shifted away from blogging for the time being (but, really, I do feel the urge to write non-Queen-related things every now and then, so I might be back for more in a bit), but I did want to pop in while I’m in the middle of some spring cleaning – including a welcome return to the design I once had; why mess with something that works? – and mention Record Store Day.
For anyone who’s been following this blog since I started it in September 2008, you’ll know that every time Record Store Day comes around, I have the best of intentions of supporting my local record store, but some financial tragedy always befalls me, and I need to make the difficult choice between purchasing a few records or eating that day. I don’t want to say whether or not I’ll be partaking this year, because that would just curse me, but I figured offering a pithy quote and a link to the PDF of what’s going to be available will suffice for now.
“The idea of, ‘The journey is the destination’ is put into action by browsing in an indie record store. Besides, a human being is a much better guide than a ‘More Like This’ link on the internet.”
– Patton Oswalt
See you all on April 16th.


