Monday Music Roundup
I've been sort of jamming with some gal friends in an acoustic mini-band for fun (and no, we didn't name ourselves something dainty and/or involving unicorns or sparkly things). I wail on the djembe and we have a grand time -- sounds very hippie but it's not.
In any case, yesterday afternoon we were talking about how one gal just had her guitar swiped out of her car. The best I could come up with was a consolation which suggested that perhaps said thief thought that Takamine actually read, "Take-mine."
Aaand . . . I crack myself up. I do apologize for that groaner.
On to the tunes for this week (better than the humor?):
F Train Girl
We'll start things off today with an unassuming sonnet to a girl on a train (ah, the elusive ones are the best kinds) that sounds like something that could take me along the tracks, looking out the window at the passing countryside. The Attachments are four young guys from Berkeley (CA) who really just want to pay a bit of homage to the Beach Boys, spoon in bed, and write you haikus (see their MySpace). What could be wrong with that?
Dylan In The Movies
I adore getting 7-inches in the mail (sounds dirty. it's not.). Every once in a while amidst the pile of promo CDs, I get an actual vinyl 7" to digest slowly and viscerally, and it truly makes my day to crouch near the record player and watch it spin, hear it crackle. American Laundromat Records is a little label with a 7" series (they also released that fab High School Reunion CD of '80s movie song covers by folks like Matthew Sweet and Frank Black). I've enjoyed the A & B sides of both their releases in this series thus far. Pressed in limited, hand-numbered quantities, this truly wonderful song from Boston's Dylan In The Movies is the b-side from the newest one. The a-side is from John P. Strohm (Blake Babies, Antenna, Lemonheads) and the vinyl is available directly from ALR. It's also on iTunes, which takes some of the fun out of it, but for those who don't have a record player (yet). . .
Peter Bjorn and John
I vigilantly resisted this kitschy song from Swedish sensations Peter Bjorn and John until I heard it out in its natural habitat recently in a loud bar and I found myself irresistibly drawn to it, from the whistles that start things off to the harmonies and the skittery beat that made me shake my hips. I heartily enjoy whistling along to things, and songs like this are in short supply (other than, maybe, Zipadee-doodah and the theme to Andy Griffith). Don't try to resist, just acquiesce to the blogosphere on this one. From their 2006 album Writer's Block (Wichita/V2).
HFXNSHC ("Halifax, Nova Scotia Hardcore")
This song is apropos of nothing else off Sloan's recent album Never Hear The End Of It (on Yep Roc), which is a fine double disc that I think you may be hearing more about in the weeks to come from this blog. Its unrelenting thrumming-bass punk rock (squeezed into just over a minute) has been rocking my world these last few days. I'll leave it at that for now, but hot dang. Who saw that one coming from Canadian power poppers?
Storia Di Un Corazon
I feel like ending with some world music today, an irresistable Latin-tinged duet with Italian Jovanotti and Spaniard Pau Dones (of Jarabe de Palo) with a flirty samba/salsa beat and engaging call-and-response verse swapping. It's from Jovanotti's excellent 2002 album Il Quinto Mondo, and my absolute favorite snippet of it starts around 3:20. I think this may be the next piece I practice to on djembe, but it's also suitable for dancing 'round the house, pretending like you know how to do Latin dances (and no, the Macarena doesn't count).