I have been slacking off my record collection (ok, cd collection...no vinyl supremecy here) in the last three years and my need to discover new music in general. In some ways I am completely at peace with this decision and in other ways I feel as though I am neglecting that little sweetheart to whom I once doted over. In my guilt I have rerocked the cd stack lately and because I have gravitated towards a person who now steals music (aaargh!) almost exclusively, I feel the need to pay homage to the forgotten and neglected.
Here is my woefully incomplete list of things that have made me happy (in no particular order)...
Low-When the Curtain Hits the Cast
---I am loving the slow dirges about heading to the lake and northern Minnesota in the winter
Hum-You'd Prefer an Astronaut
---Easily their best. Given the minor play that "Stars" got on MTV it is not my favorite/favorite song on this disk but I am putty for the songs about raindrop collections and insects.
Jawbox-For Your Own Special Sweetheart
---Again, easily the best Jawbox disc. Though I may have come to this late it defines a turning point in music listening for me. I never get the William Carlos Williams poem outta my head. Pickles of ecstasy indeed!
Jets to Brazil-Orange Rhyming Dictionary
---Truth be told, I don't like this album but "King Medicine" always makes me think of living in California (even though I never have). Jawbreaker was your peak, Blake.
The Sea and Cake-Nassau
---Pretty little rock ditties from a pretty little rock band.
Aarktica-...or you could go through your whole life and be happy anyway
---atmospheric ambient goodness that reminds you of late fall/early winter and the chilly contemplation of another winter spent wondering about love and life.
Yo La Tango-and then nothing turned itself inside out
---Yeah, just peachy.
Boards of Canada-Geogaddi
---if the entire album was predicated on underwater lava vents and high school Advanced Biology filmstrip narration I couldn't be any happier.
Fugazi-13 Songs or Repeater
---I spent weeks on cold floors listening to this circa 1997 Missoula, Montana. Thanks Colleen for letting us crash and Loki you were oh so small.
Also, big "yeah" to math rock (particularily The 90 Day Men), Icelandic isolation, M83, Petracovich for her pleasantness, occasionally E6-ing, Godspeed You Black Emporer, pretending the world was ending with William Basinski and his fucking pretentious Disintigration Loops (cheery!), namelessnumberheadman (where the hell did I put that disk?), blue screen life is so tired but hooky as hell, Brand Nubian is telling Punks to Jump Up to Get Beat Down Again, muthafucking DJ Quik in the house, Aquimini is getting way too much play but I missed a lotta "chuch" so my shit is also oft-confessional, Kristine thanks via Emily for getting me to listen to new music lately even though every song was written by the same pussy-ass white dude in tight jeans and ironic beard (I love it and you).
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Even though this comment is aged by the date you posted the story... I just listened to the Hum CD in my car the other day- great disc!!!
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