Monday Music Roundup
The internet can be so eerily voyeuristic (you know this, anonymous blog reader). I'll admit to being fascinated by sites like PostSecret and Found Magazine; now I have a new place to click and look inside the ephemera of other people's lives. The To-Do List Blog collects and reprints people's lists for your perusal. Seems fitting in this list-making season, and you get to see charming resolutions like #5 above: "Let my eyelashes grow."
A noble aspiration for us all.
This week's tunes, a day late:
The Silence Between Us
After former Hüsker Düer / Sugar frontman's dancetastic side project last year, Bob Mould returns in early 2008 with his 7th solo album District Line. I am digging this first single, it's all my favorite fuzzy guitars and big hooks [via]. I've heard that Fugazi drummer Brendan Canty is holding down the percussion end of things here, and this intro heavily reminds me of Pete Yorn ("For Nancy" - listen and see). Plus, do you hear an echo of the Sugar song "A Good Idea" here like I do? This is a very strong, rocking return to form, and I look forward to hearing the whole album.
200 More Miles (feat. Ryan Adams)
Other than a hazy SNL appearance with really foxy hairstyles where they performed their cover of Sweet Jane that I've seen in re-runs, I will admit that I don't know much about the Cowboy Junkies. I've heard that this is an oversight on my part, and I should probably rectify that. Eh, we'll see. But to celebrate the 20th anniversary of their Trinity Session album, the Junkies released a CD/DVD combo of performances in the same Toronto church where the original album was recorded. Ryan Adams sings lead vocals here on this tune (I love the way his voice quavers when he sings the lyric, "Atlanta's a distant memory / Montgomery a recent blur"). Adams plays guitars, drums and trades harmony vocals on a few other songs [pics here], and Natalie Merchant and Vic Chestnutt also appear. Trinity Revisited is out now, but maybe only in the UK.
X Marks The Spot
Here is another fresh discovery from my year-end list perusing, this time from the formidably-almost-always-right Aquarium Drunkard. Of this independent Los Angeles artist, Justin writes: "an absolute must for fans of Nilsson, Lennon/McCartney, et al. I recently described the sound of the LP as the orchestration and instrumentation of latter era Elliot Smith, combined with the songwriting and world view of Richard Swift." After reading that descrption, I said "Okay." And I am glad I did. The album is called Lullaby For The Passerby.
I Came Here To Say I'm Going Away
(Serge Gainsbourg cover)
Artists behind another fine album from 2007 that missed my list, Okkervil River is feeling generous this Christmastime. They've put together an EP of live cover tunes available for free on their website, and they have dug up some wonderful, obscure tunes to make their own. Called the Golden Opportunities Mixtape, the collection includes this cover by risque French songwriter of the '60s Serge Gainsbourg (wherein they also tag a bit of "96 Tears"), plus Joni Mitchell, The Fugs, John Cale and more. The mix also includes the evocative original tune of theirs called "Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas" that I recently posted. Nothing says Christmas like free music; go get it.
Several of you have suggested I should have named this song of the year, but since I didn't do a list like that, it's a moot point (like a cow's opinion, it doesn't matter). I will admit an affinity for this catchy song, built entirely on a foundation of The Clash's Straight To Hell, with one of the best and most un-singable choruses all year (I kinda do a head bop to one side for the gunshots, then two to the other side for the cash register sounds. I look really cool doing it, especially at the gym where I am most prone to listen to it, and people think I am having a seizure). The video [via GvB] is entertaining: even if her rolling-ocean-flow hand motions lose their charm after about the second time, the Beastie Boys cameo where she sells them food off the back of her trailer restaurant doesn't.
Straight To Hell - The Clash