Crossing the desert
in a dark convertible
during the late night.
[The Colorist Orchestra & Howe Gelb ft Pieta Brown – More Exes]
Crossing the desert
in a dark convertible
during the late night.
[The Colorist Orchestra & Howe Gelb ft Pieta Brown – More Exes]
Dreamy tenor sax.
Impressionist piano.
Waves lapping the shore.
[Joe Lovano – Chapel Song from the new album Garden of Expression]
Woke up in clean sheets.
Bed made of jangly dream pop.
Fluffy ear candy.
[The Luxembourg Signal – The Morning After from the album The Long Now]
Let’s bounce and have fun.
Smile and stare into the sun.
Wait, what did you say?
[Girl Ray – Show Me More from the album Girl]
Some music sends chills
down my spine, other music
sends down waterfalls.
[Meshell Ndegeocello – Waterfalls (by TLC) from Ventriloquism]
Please sing me to sleep
with your soft, gentle whisper
full of serene love.
[Joan Shelley – Teal from the wonderfully named album Just Like the River Loves the Sea]
When they don’t rock out
their knack for sweet melody
is unstoppable.
Ready for a trip?
A descent into the night
where noises abound.
[CS + Kreme – Mount Warning from the album Snoopy]
How rage is transformed
into vibrant energy.
A guilty pleasure.
[Hayley Williams – Simmer from the album Petals for Armor]
Take back all the days.
…
Children carrying balloons.
…
There’ll be no 21.
[The Apartments – Twenty One from the album No Song No Spell No Madrigal]
Listening to this
wil make you a better mensch.
Trust me, dear reader.
[Alabaster DePlume – Visit Croatia from the album To Cy & Lee: Instrumentals Vol. 1]
Anyone a lift
into the big open space
without return ride?
[Ana Roxanne – A Study in Vastness from the album Because of a Flower]
The handy displays
eighteen twenty-nine and then
eighteen twenty-eight.
„In her loving look,
the whole universe contained.
Love the universe!“
[Adam’s (the robot) first haiku for Miranda in Ian McEwan’s Machines Like Me.]
During all our lives
we are searching for something.
Is it just a note?
[Keith Jarrett – Budapest Concert, part VIII]
A kick-ass anthem
to start a presidency
with lots of good vibes.
[New Radicals – You Get What You Give]
.. god, what a sunset
Blood red floods the Atlantic
…
.. how can I touch this?
[The Weather Station – Atlantic from the new album Ignorance due out in February]
Vier Pfoten rutschen
den blanken Felsblock runter.
She has lost control.
Im Morgengrauen
sachte gejoggt wegen Knie.
Canigou in clouds.
I met a child a year ago
Whose eyes would never see.
She asked me with a timid smile,
„What colour is a tree?“
Twenty-five faces,
seventeen rectangular,
eight three-sided points.
There is a flower
blossoming in the heavens.
This is how it sounds.
[Roger and Brian Eno – Spring Frost from Mixing Colours]
I hope they play you
your floating music when you
knock on heaven’s door.
[Robin Guthrie & Harold Budd – Perfect Fire]
As vulnerable
as a cellophane wrapper
on a pack‘ of cigs.
[Joni Mitchell on the state she was in when she wrote Blue]
Good vibes. Joy of life.
Dancing to the Afrobeat.
What a horn section!
Polyrhythmic trance
in the Senegalese night
to forget the world.
Don’t say I don’t care,
I do. Just not in the way
you want me to-hoo.
I was kind of parsing the grammar.
[Tamara Lindeman on the story behind one of her songs]
Better four years of
vote counting and recounting
than four years of Dumb.
Dense chamber jazz rock.
Dance and dream meet in the woods.
Like the late Talk Talk.
On nights you can’t sleep, sit up in bed
And draw the blankets around you
Stare into the darkness
And let your eyes adjust
And you’ll see me
You’ll see me
Make a song your own:
Sing the tune, improvise, let
it fade out slowly.
Now that I’ve met you
Would you object to
Never seeing each other again?
[Aimee Mann – Deathly, born on Sep. 8th, 1960 ]
A cool summer breeze.
Chiming guitars all around.
Jangle Pop heaven.
Where man and machine
meet and create mystic sounds:
pitch-black savanna.
[Jon Hassell – Seeing through Sound (Pentimento Volume Two) ]
Sounding warm, deep, blue.
Peter Green’s Gibson Les Paul.
A guitar with soul.
„These days I’m struggling
to stand my own reflection …
And now I’m lighter …“
„From a pious West
to the wooded North, … the real
freaks live in the East.“
„You say you wanna
go slower but I wanna
go faster, faster“
[Gasoline from Haim – Women in Music, Pt. III Live]
something of a good luck sign …
[Distance, Light & Sky – Slowed It to a Stop]
Peter Hook played the bass
one octave higher as he
didn’t hear the low notes.
Social distancing?
It’s physical distancing,
stupid! Understood?
My favourite video of the year. That comes from someone who has hated music videos from the start on, the first one I ever saw was around 1985 in Niš in Ex-Yougoslavia. Don’t remember what it was but I didn’t like it. Especially the fact that it transferred a huge part of the attention from the music to the film.
This late album by most members of Japan – which I didn’t really know beforehand – has totally enthralled me during the last couple of days. Mick Karn’s warm and bubbly autodidactic electric bass (plus wonderful bass clarinet). The sluggish drumming of David Sylvian’s brother, Steve Jansen. Either the drums sound like trash cans or living wood. The general slowness of things. The slightly meditative East Asian world feel of the music. The breath-taking and the pauses. Music to get enlightened to. The final touch of the synthesizer flourishes of Barbieri (he seems to be their Eno). This album is the missing link between Peter Gabriel’s fiery and tribal „Passion“ and Talk Talk’s subtle chamber rock album „Laughing Stock“ which was released in 1991 (what a year for music!) as well but slightly afterwards. And two of the best things about this album are that David Sylvian does not sing too much and when he does his vocals often are not as mannered as usual (esp. on his solo albums). Example: „Boat’s for Burning“. He does not have to disguise his voice. This album is a miracle.
I posted this on I Love Music a week ago:
I saw them last week in the Magnet Club under the Oberbaum bridge in Berlin. They were great, very intense, James shouted like in his best times. They were loud especially the bass and I tried to wear ear plugs but the music didn’t sound right. It was like drinking a wine without alcohol, this kind of wild, hypnotic music needs to be loud otherwise it is rubbish. When listening to the music without ear plugs i suddenly had this idea that the music you love most is the music that you have to hear so loud that you become deaf. In that way it will also be the last music you have ever heard. Strange thoughts. The drums were loud too, the drummer Ian White played very motoric and energetic, Jaki Liebezeit came to mind. Actually in a way they reminded me a little of Can around 1970, see the can thread with the concert in Soest. The music was more about texture than melody or harmony. It was very dense and powerful, slower and heavier while less bluesy than in the earlier days. The stage presence of James Johnston reminded me of Jeffrey Lee Pierce (rip). There is something diabolic and shamanistic about him. Their new album The Soul of the Hour is pretty good. I bought the cd and a t-shirt. The cover is great. And Gallon Drunk is such a cool name. Gallon Drunk is how you feel after having drunk eight pints of beer, you have attained a certain degree of merriness but you are not totally pissed out of your head yet. You are ready for the next eight pints after the first eight though.
Some great versions of „Reel around the Fountain“ (where Morrissey sings „mountain“), „Handsome Devil“ et al.. Altogether pretty mellow compared to the ones released on „Hatful of Hollow“. Morrissey’s voice is less histrionic than later on but his falsetto often mutes into a screaming – esp. on the last song „Miserable Lie“ – probably because the mike does not capture it well.
A recent post on Plain Or Pan reminded me of The House of Love, a band from London which started just when The Smiths finished and finished (more or less) when Britpop began. They tried to make a career starting from the third Velvet Underground album and failed though they had a following of die-hard fans. The song which was featured in four different versions on Plain Or Pan was their 1988 single Destroy Your Heart and I am totally enchanted by the demo version which is quite different from the Peel, the live and the single versions. The two guitars, apparently Gibsons are soaked in reverb and sound like two church bells chiming in stereo. They have an unreal quality to them like aural fata morganas which seem to lead somewhere but don’t. There is also something about the slow playing which adds an effect of estrangement, in places the guitars seem to tremble as if the recording has been sped up and sped down. Guy Chadwick’s voice has been sent through a vocoder or something, it is unusually low here, he sounds like someone very old and wise. The lyrics add more weirdness as they are about a love gone wrong, something you wouldn’t expect happening to such an honorable person. This version is totally enthralling, the guitars intertwine in a way that you can’t tell which is which, like in good sex when you don’t know anymore if you are up or down or when you have forgotten if you are the man or the woman.
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I listened to and watched this for the first time this morning just past 5 o’clock and I totally fell in love with the singer, her voice, the tune, the video, even the car she drives away with at the end (not the guy though). The song and video are both kitschy in a romantic kind of way, her mellifluous whisper is sexy and clean at the same time, there is so much wrong about this song and especially about the video but they both still work for me.
Low, the best band from Duluth, Minnesota and already for quite a while my favourite live band (they will play the Zoom Club in Frankfurt/M. on May, 10th) have a new album out on March, 19th. It’s called The Invisible Way (produced by Jeff Tweedy, Dave Fridmann and Steve Albini among others) and the first song they put online is rather promising. It has this typical warm and soothing Low sound, rich vocal harmonies by Mimi and a melody which makes my heart melt. How do they succeed in making still such inspired music which is so simple and straight but has this strong spiritual feeling? I think one of their secrets is the slowness. Not only of the music itself but also of their releasing speed. In twenty years they have put out just ten albums. Not one too many. The song is called Just Make it Stop and can be streamed or downloaded here. Plastic Cup, a great duet of Alan and Mimi with acoustic guitar and piano can be streamed here (there is a small audio ad before).
Don’t stop smoking if you want to continue telling everyone including yourself that if you wanted you could easily stop but as it would be so piss-easy, you see no point in pulling the plug.
I spent more or less the whole month of July 1979 in the United States very close to New England. It was my first encounter with US American culture and people and it made a big impression on me. The family I lived with had a wooden summer house on the Truesdale Lake in South Salem, New York. The next town was Ridgefield, Connecticut which was maybe 5 miles away and we went there occasionally to have a sundae, an ice-cream with a delicious, very rich chocolate sauce. The family had three sons, one older than me, one younger than me and one my age. Robert already had a driving license and he had a Bug. Nobody said Beetle, of course. Sometimes he drove the family car, a huge American road cruiser, no clue what brand it was. We also went to Bridgeport, Connecticut (and probably Stamford) where there was a university. Anyways this band called the Stepkids is from Bridgeport. The song which they perform live in the video is by far the best on their first album which was released a couple of months ago and which I purchased today. Call it psychedelic funk in the 2010s. The extremely groovy track could have been recorded in the early seventies, I still cannot help thinking that it is a cover but I haven’t found the original yet. It definitely sounds like a an old classic, especially the killer bassline after about half a minute which immediately hooks the listener without ever releasing him again.
P.S. Now I am almost 100% sure that there is a very similar tune by Lansing-Dreiden, another very derivative, eclectic band originally from Miami but now based in New York. I am too lazy now to check the iPod and nail it though.
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A forgotten band from Bristol – long before it became famous for trip-hop – with a funky and vibrant post-punk track. Is there a more adequate way to finish off a project which stayed an insider tip for more than a year from the beginning to the end? Thanks for the comments, especially from here, here and here. Next will be the book of course (Nick Hornby will be put to shame) and then the audio book consisting of four cd-roms with all songs in 192 bit+ mp3 quality plus my avid and erudite comments read by myself. I am still thinking about the film but it will definitely feature all musicians – if still alive – which have been performing the music. There is a lot of organisation involved which will keep me busy for the next twelve months. Merchandise will include cups with implanted chips and loudspeakers, a teddy bear reading the posts and a card game with 365 singing cards. Some more thanks go to Charles Babbage and Tim Berners-Lee for inventing the computer and the internet, the Fraunhofer institute for the mp3 compression algorithm, WordPress for the blogging software and the servers, Google also for its servers, Apple for the iPod, Bose for the ear plugs, all the musicians and composers, my readers and listeners, the evolution for my ears and fingers, my teachers for teaching me how to write in German and English and finally my parents for making me. Did I forget someone?
(The list of all 365 selections since 1st February 2010 is here).
I’ve said I’m wrong when I’ve been right
I’ve seen times when I’ve been sure but still I find
I’m just the first that you take
Not all of the synthesizer music in the eighties was rubbish. On this song there is a two note motif – which is played first after hundred seconds – so full of yearning and longing that it is impossible not to fall for it if you have a soft spot for romantic feelings. Like a cork-screw it drills deep into my heart. But this is just a tiny part of the gorgeous song. There is also Paul Webb’s cosy, bubbly electric bass and the omnipresent drumming and percussion. Not to forget the trumpet solo and last but not least Mark Hollis singing which is rather restrained and confident here. The marriage of pop music with other genres like jazz, world and classical music has hardly ever been as convincing as on this track.
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A question for my English readers. Are you actually reading what I write here or does this not reach you at all? For the last couple of weeks I have alternated between German and English but I didn’t get any feedback of English-speaking readers so I wondered if there is a point in continuing the English exercise. Thanks for answering.
(The list of all 361 selections since 1st February 2010 is here).
Lying on my back,
I heard music,
Felt unsure & catastrophic,
Had to tell myself it’s only music,
It blows my mind,
But it’s like that.
That verse could almost be about me. Kazu Makino, Blonde Redhead’s Japanese high-pitch voice, sings about an Alex but apparently it is the teenager from Anthony Burgess A Clockwork Orange who gets a kick from listening to Beethoven. At one point of the story Alex is subjected to an overdose of classical music and tries to kill himself by jumping out of a high window. That it is a setting I have always been afraid of. To be driven crazy by having to listen to my favourite music forever. The biggest nightmare imaginable for a music lover.
(The list of all 359 selections since 1st February 2010 is here).
Yes I’ve heard
of your misfortune
Our misfortunes are nothing new
Yes it’s true
I’m watching you
It’s my wish to be with you
Cry to me
One of the swan songs of Jeffrey Lee Pierce from Lucky Jim, the last album of his band. The groovy keyboards and the guitar sound very much like Carlos Santana but the track is still 100% Pierce. Quite unlike the early, demonic stuff which was in between punk, blues and rockabilly though. Here he seems to have found his peace of mind after all the sex, drugs & rock’n‘ roll. Three years later he died of liver failure. He was thirty-eight years old.
(The list of all 357 selections since 1st February 2010 is here).
Suddenly I stop
But I know it’s too late
I’m lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
How do you say Schnapszahl in English? I don’t know of any song which defined a band better than this one. The Cure without A Forest would not have been The Cure for me. I wrote about A Forest before when I chose my fave 1980 album. There is not a lot to add here. Maybe one thing. The guitar sounds so snakelike on this one, I never really thought about it before but the guitar is extremely smooth – I wanted to write the French „souple“. And the later dance remix is great as well. I don’t remember any cover of this. I don’t think this song can be separated from Robert Smith and his group.
(The list of all 355 selections since 1st February 2010 is here).
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Today I read an interview with Henryk Broder in Die Zeit where he said something about the angst of the – even after 47 years I hesitate to write ‚us‘ – Gernans. He thinks the Germans are still waiting for the punishment for what they have done to the world and especially to the Jews 70 years ago. In the meantime another nation which fought on the same side as the Germans has been punished twice. First in August 1945 when the Americans dropped two atomic bombs on two Japanese large cities: a cruel operation which was totally useless in terms of military logic. And for the second time yesterday morning. One of the strongest earthquakes ever hit the main island, a tsunami followed and a nuclear plant only 240 km from Tokyo has apparently exploded. We don’t know what will be the next terrible news from Nippon but I am sure the cherries will blossom in the next two weeks like they do every year. Nature is simply stronger than death.
(The list of all 353 selections since 1st February 2010 is here)
Always trying to be slick
When they tell us their lies
They’re responsible for
sending young men to die
Death were a black trio from Detroit who made some kind of hard rock in the early seventies without any success. They were soon forgotten and were rediscovered a couple of years ago. Here they basically repeat one huge bass riff ad aeternam, use lots of beautiful distortion and sing about what they think about politicians near the end of the Vietnam war. Today one politician, the German ex-minister of defence, Mr Guttenberg received the grand tattoo (Großer Zapfenstreich) which is played by the military marching band. He had resigned from office last week because of a copyright scandal concerning his dissertation. For his sending-off he could choose three pieces of music and one of them was Deep Purple’s Smoke on the Water which surprised some people as he is known as a huge AC/DC fan. He should have chosen this Death song instead as not only the music is superior to the old histrionic and bombastic Deep Purple riff which has been played to death a long time ago but the lyrics would have fit almost exactly on his hopefully short career as a politician.
(The list of all 351 selections since 1st February 2010 is here)
P.S. Somehow this Death track reminds me of Golden Earring’s Radar Love which is older – from 1973 – and used to be one of my favourite songs they played in the cellar disco I went to in the mid-seventies. When the song began the girls used to kneel down and started to spin their heads and whirl around their long hair. It was phantatstic. Just listened to the song again, it did not age well at all.
Window paine
Around my heart
Shadows streak
Around my heartDo what you got to do
And say what you got to say
Do what you got to do
Yes, start today
There was a short period of time when I thought Billy Corgan and his Smashing Pumpkins were the greatest band on earth. The reason for this slightly exaggerated evaluation was their first album Gish. An amazing debut fusing heavy metal, psychedelic rock, goth rock, prog rock and something else hard to pin down. You could call it mystic. Additionally there is a lot of quiet-loud dynamics on this album – less on this song which stays pretty disciplined all the way through. Tracks are usually hardly audible in the beginning, get louder slowly and peak later. A little like post-rock though there is a hardcore element here. I used to listen to this album after having drunk and smoked with a friend. I always listened on my own on headphones. And each time it was an expedition into some weird continent which I somehow associate with snakes and magic. As I read just before starting this entry Billy says that Gish is a spiritual album. And other people think it was made under the influence of LSD. All that makes a lot of sense to me. The paine in „window paine“ seems to be an amalgam of pane and pain. At the same time the window is an object made of glass to look through and something which causes pain, maybe when the glass is broken. The quoted verse also reminds me of my favourite line by Blixa Bargeld of the Einstürzenden Neubauten.
Nagel mein Herz ans Fensterkreuz
(Nail my heart onto the crossbar)
I still think this song has hold up quite well against the ravages of time. Especially Billy’s voice is still bearable, later on his high-pitch singing (a typical heavy metal trait I abhor) became totally insufferable.
(The list of all 349 selections since 1st February 2010 is here)
Come my love
Kick the line
Afield lies nothing but squalor to turn on
There are great days, there are normal days and there are shitty days. Guess what kind of day was today? I am glad that it is over and that I can hide under my blanket now, a blanket made of Mark Hollis voice, some percussion, guitars, harmonium and a trumpet.
(The list of all 345 selections since 1st February 2010 is here)
there’s some monster within slipping from sleeping to arise.
and there’s some angels there too down and deep within darkening eyes.
In memoriam von unserem Ex-Verteidigungsminister, der gestern wohl die weiseste Entscheidung seines Lebens getroffen hat. Glückwunsch nachträglich. Drei Zitate ohne Quellenangabe. Sozusagen ein Plagiat mit Ansage. Beim letzten Zitat bin ich mir nicht sicher, ob es nicht auch schon ein Plagiat war. Da kursiert so ein Gerücht in den sozialen Netzwerken, das eigentlich zu schön ist, um wahr zu sein.
About the song:
There is this horn section sample after 2:50 which sounds like an intruder from outer space in the balanced song. For the next two minutes I just wait for this extraterrestrian to come back. And it does.
Von einem, dem die Zeit wie Sand durch die Hände rinnt:
Traum: Auf der Oberfläche der Sonne verursacht eine von der Erde ausgesandte Sonde eine Störung. Zuerst sieht man nur einen kleinen schwarzen Fleck, der sich aber rasch ausbreitet. Schließlich erlischt die Kernfusion auf der Sonne ganz. Im Dunkeln suche ich mit C. nach Kerzen. Aber sinnvoll scheint das nicht. Es kann nur noch Tage oder Stunden dauern, bis die Temperatur auf diesem Planeten für immer bei minus 273 Grad angekommen ist, da helfen Kerzen jetzt auch nicht weiter. Wir resignieren.
Last but not least:
Ich war immer bereit zu kämpfen. Aber ich habe die Grenzen meiner Kräfte erreicht.
(The list of all 343 selections since 1st February 2010 is here.)
It went bang – I said rap up.
Well I’m aware that the guy must do his work
But the piledriver man drove me berserk.
It’s strange but I am having all these flashbacks in the last couple of months. Mostly totally unimportant memories which suddenly come and go. Do I have an example? Yes, for instance the first time I drank alcohol. I must have been around 13 and there were all these blokes sitting at a long table at a friend’s house. We were maybe eight or nine altogether and IIRC everyone had two glasses of beer. I remember that I was disappointed as I hardly felt anything except a slight relaxation but nothing mind-bending. Why do I write this? Because if I had to choose one year, I would go for 1982. Not because of Captain Sensible’s one hit wonder, I heard it first a couple of years later. No, it was the end of school and I decided to make a cut. It was the best decision of my life. What an amazing Greek summer. Later on in November or something I came back to Germany. In retrospect it probably was the right thing to do but at the time I was in doubt. Now I can still dance to this song and it brings back myriads of memories. What more can you ask from pop music?
(The list of all 341 selections since 1st February 2010 is here.)
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Tord Gustavsen has been my favourite jazz pianist for quite a while now. In the early eighties it used to be Keith Jarrett (cf.). One difference between them is that whereas Keith Jarrett used to moan during his solo concerts, Tord Gustavsen remains perfectly quiet and only plays his instrument. The trio is a perfect place for him. Bass, drums and piano, it really is a minimal setting but absolutely sufficient to create the kind of intimate chamber jazz music I adore. Like Jarrett Gustavsen is on the Munich ECM label and he definitely belongs there with his introspective sound. I listened to this phantastic understated piece this morning on our leather couch with the B**e ear plugs and it was a revelation. The tender melody starting the piece, the subtle cymbals, the slow unfolding of things. Marvelous stuff, just listen and forget about these superfluous words…
(The list of all 339 selections since 1st February 2010 is here.)
Miss America sits in the shower
She’s plucking hours from the sky
Picks up the telephone into another home
Don’t ask me why
When you think it’s over, it has just begun. I have become addicted to post music on a daily base. I started a little more than a year ago with My Bloody Valentine’s 5’34 song I Only Said – which is still online btw – and counted down until 0’00. What now? The most obvious thing to do would be to count up from where I started. And that is what I am going to do. The whole thing will stop when I have no more tracks on the hard disk with the demanded length.
In the beginning I wanted to choose Yo La Tengo’s beautiful ballad Today Is the Day which immediately gave me the heebie-jeebies but then I went for this Blur track from their second album Modern Life Is Rubbish which is actually my favourite of theirs. Today’s song is not typical for that rather uptempo and rocking album. It would have fit better on Thirteen, the more sophisticated and varied later release.
It begins with someone shouting „Michael“. Apparently it is Graham Coxon, the guitar player, who calls the producer. Then someone else laughs. Immediately we are in a lively setting, the studio is not the clean, perfect place you’d imagine, no the studio is alive. The whole recording seems rather imperfect, the music starts with some seemingly disconnected tones, they just hang there in the room. And then the melody slowly unfolds. The piece is dominated by the warm sound of the acoustic guitar strings, the chord changes can be heard, the atmosphere is intimate. The melody is sweet and tender, to me the track is like the foreplay, it never really explodes, until the end it stays in slow-motion. And of course that is the charm of it, I recently listened to it when waiting to board an airplane on Frankfurt airport on Monday morning and I was immediately hooked and could not refrain from smiling while moving my feet very slowly. The rhythm had caught me and I closed the eyes to retreat into the music; my brain did not want to share it with the visual perceptions of my eyes. There is also a dozy and somnambulant quality to this song which is underlined by Damon Albarn’s gentle singing. And at the same time the guitar strings vibrate as if they were slightly drunk. In the good old cassette days I would have said the tape wows and flutters.
Concerning the lyrics the interpretation that he does not care about Miss America as he loves his (probably) British girl-friend, seems most likely. The words are occasionally cryptic and surreal, could that have to do with the inability of the narrator to understand American girls and especially the apotheosis of them, Miss America? In any case this is an uplifting love song and that makes it even more attractive and powerful. Magic music if there is any. Great to fall asleep to or wake up to.
(The list of all 335 selections since 1st February 2010 is here.)
Finally I have done it and finished my little project. I have surprised myself. It’s time for a break. It won’t take long, I promise. Here is the ranking of the most featured bands and artists, those ten accounted for eighty of the three hundred and thirty-four tracks.
(The list of all 334 selections since 1st February 2010 is here.)
Now here is the final piece of my music countdown project. I learnt normal whistling about 40 years ago from my father’s mother. My parents gave up soon on me but she had enough patience to teach me how to do it. Actually out of tune whistling is the only music production technique – except out of tune singing – that I master. Today’s track though concerns a slight variation, the finger whistle which I learnt a couple of days ago. Many thanks to my colleague A. who gave me the idea. This is the video where I learnt it from and the secret is actually to fold back the tongue with the four fingers. Something which sounds easy but isn’t. My fingers usually slip on the tongue and I have big problems to get a whistling sound out of my mouth. Here I succeeded to whistle this way for a short time, that is one reason why the track is only a second long.
(The list of all 334 selections since 1st February 2010 is here.)
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Today I have got a curiosity for you. A piece of music which is shorter than it takes to pronounce its name properly. I guess John Peel was a fan of this band as they performed live on his show. Here they just play a fanfare, actually there is a lot of silence here. The pause in the beginning is slowly mounting the tension towards the incredible end. Which is then followed by the total silence after the apocalypse. Quite realistic, like in real life. It’s rubbish but it’s short, so that’s fine with me.
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There is something about this James Blake. Somehow he reminds me of Arthur Russell. His music and his voice is so damn intense. He sings like a ghost, he sings ghost soul. I don’t like when he treats his voice with the vocoder like on his debut album. It does not add anything, it only subtracts from his beautiful voice. His most pop moment is of course his cover of Feist’s Limit to Your Love, I am not sure if I prefer the original or the cover but the latter seems a simplification. Whatever. I have to think more about James Blake, he definitely also has the aura of someone like Mark Hollis, someone who knows how to use breaks and pauses in music, someone who pushes borders.
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Apparently this jingle is quite well-known in the US, I had never heard it before, not being an expert or aficionado of US coffee brands. Johnny Cash wasn’t the first to record it, I don’t even know from when his version dates. Hopefully he really liked the coffee and did not only sing for the cash.
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The first time I heard something by Tortoise was in May 1999 in a bookshop somewhere in Massachusetts. It was a very long, instrumental piece with ups and downs, I think I didn’t leave the place before the end and I asked somebody what kind of music it was. It was Djed, from their chef d’œuvre millions now living will never die (what a great title), a natural symphony with thunder and wind and stuff, altogether twenty minutes long. Here they get nine seconds, hardly enough time to develop their sound. Cut. Today in the plane from Berlin to Frankfurt there was this red-haired lady, a couple of weeks ago I shared a flight with this man who looked even younger than on tv. Politicians seem to spend a lot of time in the air.
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Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
Rowing down the stream of life together with a smile and the realisation that it’s all just a dream, that is quite a lot of wisdom in a little nursery rhyme.
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I never had it too, too hard, you know
all my life, you know
just everything I touched, turned to gold
I am not rich but you know I always have some dollars in my pockets
From one of the great underrated masterpieces, Joni Mitchell’s Mingus. Joni always had a faible for bass players who in turn loved her, she even married one later on. Charles Mingus had contacted her after having heard the phantastic improvisational orchestrated piano piece Paprika Plains from Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter and wanted to work with her. The fruit of their collaboration was the Mingus album which was released without a lot of critical feedback just after his sudden death. Here he raps with his warm bass voice about his rather serendipitous relation to money.
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Noch dreizehn Sekunden und wir haben es geschafft. Melt Banana ist wieder so eine Mädchenband, die ähnlich wie Bikini Kill die Frauenpower in die Rockmusik bringt. Das ist auf jeden Fall eine gute Sache auch wenn die Musik jetzt nicht immer hundertprozentig meinen zugegeben manchmal schwierigen Geschmack trifft.
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Friday evening is a good moment to hold your breath and slowly glide into the week-end. To help you in doing so I have chosen some cool jazz from the late second Miles Davis Quintet. They perform live in Brooklyn here and they almost play anachronistic music as at the time stylistically Miles was already moving somewhere else. Jazz rock was the big thing to come but this classic jazz aged way better than the new fad. Paraphernalia in German translates to Krimskrams, a word which I like a lot, as it seems very figurative and physical in a way. Its sound matches its meaning perfectly. Whatever.
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