Album of the Day - Art Brut "Bang Bang Rock and Roll"

I finally listened to the full-length from this British band, and I like them quite a bit more now. Originally, I listened to their EP and the more somber, goth-tinged iLiKETRAiNS right next to each other. Listening to "Bang Bang Rock and Roll," I have a better handle on the unique aspects of their sound.

To begin with, the vocals do not really echo those of iLiKETRAiNS as I previously stated. They are a little bit like Aaron of mewithoutYou or Steve Albini, in that they are kind of spoken rather than sung, but they also veer into a Billy Childish type of sound. The British thing probably makes me think of Childish. But the instrumentation also reminds me more than a little bit of Childish, particularly his work with Thee Headcoats. Both bands have a similar sense of humor. Art Brut's "We Formed a Band" really sounds like it could be a Thee Headcoats song.

I'll definitely keep an eye out for these guys in the future.

Album of the Day - The World I Know: A Tribute to Pegboy

Pegboy is one of the most important punk bands hailing from the Chicago locale. Featuring members punk rock legends Naked Raygun as well as the Effigies and Bhopal Stiffs among others, Pegboy was virtually a punk rock supergroup. Their albums overflowed with passion, brutal honesty and super-charged, anthemic choruses. Larry Damore displayed a penchant for writing unforgettable lyrics that needed to be sung along to.

A tribute album recently came out immortalizing and memorializing this great band. I don't know whether this tribute serves as a eulogy; whenever I hear the band is done, they show up for one more set somewhere. And everytime they decide to show, I do my best to make it out to see them. Last time I saw the band, Damore needed to sit through a couple songs. They were all a little older, some fatter than others. And some, Damore particularly, worse for the wear. Even so, they soldiered on, putting on one of the finest punk rock shows I've ever had the pleasure to witness. Plowing through a song like "Never a Question" would reawaken the young man in Damore, and give him the energy to go crazy for 3-and-a-half more minutes. He spends most of his time with half his body in the crowd, getting spit on by the fans (who are also a little older and a little fatter) who are screaming along with him.

The tribute album includes some gems, some clunkers, like any other tribute album. Some of the highlights are Matt Skiba of Alkaline Trio doing an acoustic version of "Field of Darkness" and the Blonde Alibi giving "Sinner Inside" the hardcore treatment. I should disclose that I work with the singer from the Blonde Alibi, so I may be a little biased. I also really enjoyed Haymarket Riot and Vic Bondi, and, even though both of these do nothing more than ape the original, The Story So Far (with Denis from 88 Fingers Louie) and the Dutchmen both turn out performances that tap into the same energy that Pegboy did.

If you are already a fan, I would recommend picking this album up. If you are not a fan, become one. Pick up "Strong Reaction" and the "Fore" EP to begin with, then move through the rest of the catalog. I only lament that you are not likely to have the opportunity to see the band live. But then again, never say never.


1. "Method" - Vic Bondi
2. "Strong Reaction" - Full
3. "Louisiana" - Rollo Tomasi
4. "Mr. Pink" - the Phenoms
5. "Superstar" - Munition
6. "Through My Fingers" - Haymarket Riot
7. "Walk on Bye" - Deminer
8. "Spaghetti Western" - Shot Baker
9. "Planet Porno" - Dreadnok Ripper
10. "Blister" - My Big Beautiful
11. "Locomotivelung" - the Matics
12. "Field of Darkness" - Matt Skiba
13. "Sinner Inside" - the Blonde Alibi
14. "Never A Question" - Bill Henderson (from x ONE WAY x)
15. "Time Again" - Break the Silence
16. "You" - the Invisibles
17. "Still Uneasy" - Nine Lives
18. "Dangermare" - the Littleman Complex
19. "My Youth" - Lynyrd's Innards
20. "Minutes to Hours" - Robotboot vs. What's Missing From Your Life?
21. "Fade Away" - Don't Worry About It
22. "You Fight Like a Little Girl" - the Dutchmen
23. "Hardlight" - Dead Town Revival
24. "Line Up" - the Story So Far

Music of the Day - Art Brut, iLiKETRAiNS and Jesu

I guy at work gave me a CD with a bunch of music. All bands I have never heard of, which is fantastic because I can go into each with a completely open mind. No genres to be biased for or against. Nothing to compare to prematurely. I wish I could approach all music this way.

Art Brut's EP "Emily Rose" has sort of spoken vocals over an arty type of punk rock. It makes me think of the band Catholic Discipline, featured in the documentary "The Decline of Western Civilization," but since I have not seen that since my high school days, the comparison may not be valid. I enjoyed the EP, and look forward to listening to their album "Bang Bang Rock & Roll."

iLiKETRAiNS is similar to Art Brut in the deep, British vocal department, but this vocalist gets a little closer to singing. He reminds me at times of Nick Cave. The music is extremely melancholic; I told my friend at work that I picture the singer looking forlornly out the window of a small apartment into the dreary, rain-battered London streets. The best track is "Terra Nova," which I guess is one of their newer songs. I don't believe the band has ever put out an album; it seems to be all 7" singles and demo cassettes.

Jesu "Silver" EP -- I don't even know how to describe this, but it was my favorite find. It has soft vocals, and walls of sound of guitar and drums and ambient synth. It is a beautiful sounding EP. I had heard that Jesu was a new project form the guy from Godflesh, but I wasn't familiar with that name. Then I looked Jesu up, and saw that it is also the guy from Napalm Death. You wouldn't believe how different this is from the sonic assault that was a Napalm Death song. I cannot wait to listen to this EP again.

Album of the Day - Sufjan Stevens "Seven Swans"

All I have heard of Stevens is the Christmas EPs and when Kyle played Illinois for me, which I really liked, but it was purely background music. This is the first Stevens album to which I have listened with intentionality, and I must say I am underwhelmed. He seems to whisper all of the vocals on the album, which could be great on a couple of songs, but after a while I found myself wishing he could really belt out a couple of lines. It could be that he just isn't that kind of singer, which is fine, I just wouldn't be a fan.

I enjoy the instrumentation just fine, but not enough to make up for the vocals. I'll listen to Illinois again, and see what I think of that this time.

Albums of the past few weeks

DJ Shadow - Endtroducing
This album is phenomenal. It's like Tortoise crossed with Nine Inch Nails crossed with Public Enemy. The avante-garde jazz meshes beautifully with the industrial and hip-hop sounds. Love it.

Eels - Electro-shock Blues
I have hated the Eels ever since I first saw an Eels video, probably back in high school. They were boring, and I hated that the frontman called himself E. Or maybe it was e. Either way, it annoyed me. But this album is pretty fantastic. Cancer for the Cure is my favorite track.

Cash - Unchained
Johnny Cash is the man. I love this album so very much.

Flaming Lips - Oh My Gawd!!!...The Flaming Lips
Weirder than Hear It Is, but still more rock n' roll than I was expecting. I could see myself finally becoming a real fan.

Beck - Odelay
I hated him in high school because of Loser, but I am slowly developing respect for him. A lot of his stuff reminds me of the Blues Explosion, so I can see why they had him remix one of their songs.

Gorilla Biscuits - Start Today and s/t
This is such an amazing hardcore band. I love Quicksand and Rival Shools, but never got into these guys. I wish I had heard this in high school!

I love coming home

When I put the key in the door, I hear my son begin to giggle. I hear my beautiful wife tell him, "Daddy's home!" I open the door, and Aidan runs toward me, laughing, saying "Hi!" in a bright, cheerful voice. He grabs me around the legs, and I lean over to kiss Melanie. Then I bend down and kiss Aidan.

These are beautiful moments.

The last few weeks...

I have yet to reveal the most important things happening in my life. I usually only have a few spare moments to throw together something about what I have recently heard, seen or read. But we have some important, tumultuous, anxiety-inducing, great things happening.

Mel and I last year attempted to move into a better home than we have now. Things didn't work out, and we decided to make the most of what we have. Between November 2005 and February 2006, we had our basement finished in order to add some extra living space to our otherwise crowded 2 bedroom condo. But again I got the bug to move, much to Melanie's "I wish he'd make up his mind" chagrin. I feel our family needs some extra space and though the new family room in our basement is nice (because of it we've been able to have some friends stay at our house for a weekend), condo living does not provide what I would like my son to experience. He loves the outdoors, but somehow 2 feet by 4 feet of grass does not quite cut it. He loves to run around and pound on things, but sharing walls with 3 neighbors precludes any truly jubilant expression of boyhood.

One more thing created in me a renewed desire to move: Melanie and are are expecting our second child. Tentatively due December 24th, this new reason to celebrate has awakened in me a need to give my family a better place to grow and play and learn and love. I cannot imagine keeping two dynamos of energy locked up in a tiny condo.

We just completed a whirlwind weekend rehabbing our kitchen in preparation for putting it up for sale. Crazy that after 5 years of saying "We should really fix up our kitchen," we are finally doing it just to sell it. Last Wednesday we tore out the old cabinets, then Thursday and Friday I laid a new tile floor. Saturday we put up the new cabinets and cut the new countertop, and Sunday we secured the countertop and sink and replaced the vent hood above the stove. The result is a completely new kitchen that looks fantastic. Our hope is we will be able to sell our house more quickly with this remodeled kitchen.

We also hope that we will find an affordable home to buy. If you know the market in the western suburbs of Chicago, you know what we're up against. We've been house-hunting and have seen some houses that are good candidates. We hope either that these homes remain on the market until we list ours or that similar homes come onthe market when we list. Either way, it will take a great deal of prayer and faith to get through this.

So celebrate with us the new life that is forming and pray with us for the future home of our family. Whether we find a new home or not, we know that God's way is better than ours.

Album of the Day - I haven't given up

I just haven't had time to write recently.

I have listened to quite a few new albums. Cash's "American Recordings" is, as expected, a magnificent collection of songs. I can't get over the fact that he does a Danzig song.

The Flaming Lips' s/t EP and "Hear It Is" are both wonderful recordings. They remind me at times of the Melvins, which was unexpected.

I'm working my way through the 2nd disc of Outcast's "Speakerboxxx/The Love Below," but ahven't gotten through enough to say much.

X (the Australian band, not the Los Angeles band) has a fantastic re-issue of "Aspirations." I have never heard this band, but I do have a New Bomb Turks album that has "Good On Ya Baby" and I had no idea what band originally did the song. So it was great to hear this. The band is a snotty punk rock band in the vein of the Fun Things, the Viletones and the Sex Pistols. A really great find for me.

Lastly, I listened to the Raconteurs, featuring Jack White of the White Stripes. The Raconteurs sound more classic rock than garage rock. It's a very cool sound. I have a feeling I will listen to this one a lot.

Album of the Day - Outkast "Speakerboxxx"

I have thus far listened to the Big Boi half of Outkast's near-epic (at least in length) album, "Speakerboxxx/ The Love Below." The album is ambitious and is one of the most sonically interesting hip-hop albums I have ever heard. I got so tired of all of the lazy rappers out there; you know the ones who just barely enunciate their sloppily written, intellectually devoid lyrics over the slowest, sparest most boring Casio-sounding beats. I love hip-hop artists who are daring enough to move beyond the dull percussion-only tracks and put in some guitar, piano, or any other instrument.

"Speakerboxxx" seems to be pretty standard in its subject matter, but Big Boi's lyricism and ddelivery is more ambitious. He creates metaphors and imagery that make me wonder where in the heck he came up with his ideas. I remember one line along the lines of "Hip hop's there to destroy ya/ Leave a mother****** open like a foyer." I scratched my head inquisitively, but it's creative.

There are more interludes than I feel are necessary. It seems like commercials cutting into a TV show. I especially wasn't too cool with the one that featured a little kid using the mf word. I'm not particularly excited about adults who find comedy in hearing children use profanity.

Overall the album, particularly musically, is fun to listen to. I appreciate the chances that were taken on this record.

Album of the day - Beastie Boys "Hello Nasty"

I've never been a Beastie Boys fan, although for a long time I've thought maybe I should be. When I was a youngster, during their "Licensed to Ill" era, I was afraid of them. I lived in Maryland at the time, and I remember hearing about the Beatie Boys kidnapping people and taking them to a concert. I was only 10 at the time, so I guess I didn't realize it was a conteast, and the people being "kidnapped" were winners. A 10-year-old hears "beastie" and "kidnap" and certain thoughts fly through his head. Hearing "License to Ill" 20 years later, the album hasn't really aged well.

The only other connection to the Beatie Boys I've had was in D.F.L., and awful hardcore band that Adam Horowitz produced (and allmusic.com claims he was once a member). The band was awful on record (I got a free copy of "Proud to Be" from Epitaph Records) and awful live (I saw them open for Pennywise, I think). Just truly awful.

But this is supposed to be about "Hello Nasty," an album that kind of confirms that I'm not a Beastie fan. Some songs on the album are good, although I didn't pay close enough attention to tell you which ones I enjoyed. But a lot of the songs fell into a mediocre category, and some I thought were absolute filler. Nothing grabbed me on this record, and maybe it's the kind of album that requires multiple listens to truly appreciate. I didn't outright hate the album, because their combination of rap, electronic music and rock is not unpleasing to the ears.

I'll try to listen to "Paul's Boutique" soon, and that will tell me for sure where I stand on the Beasties.

Album of the Day, Part 2

Godspeed You Black Emperor "Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven"

GYBE plays what I would describe as orchestral rock music. The only other album I can think of that compares to this is the Melvins' self-titled album on Boner Records. LYSFLATH is made up of four movements, all that seem to begin slowly then build to a crescendo before falling back to a melancholic, glacial tempo.

I listened to this while at work today, and the album had me enraptured. The work is both abrasive and beautiful. By the fourth movement, I felt the music welling up inside of me, and I wished that it could continue longer. Rare is the record that does not outstay it's welcome.

I will definitely give this more listens in the future, but first I have many more albums to go in my Album of the Day project.

Album of the Day - Fugazi "13 Songs"

Another album I can't believe I haven't heard before. Comprised of the "Fugazi" and "Margin Walker" EPs, this collection of songs has to be among the classic, essential punk rock albums. Fugazi has been descibed many times using better words than I can conjure up right now, so I will not attempt it. Suffice it to say, Fugazi is amazing.

"Lockdown" may be my favorite song on the album. It is anthemic, aggressive and forceful yet melodic and tuneful. Actually, that seems to decribe the album as a whole as well. These songs get under my skin, in a very, very good way.

Capote - Can't Think of Clever Title for This Post

Can a screenwriter and director make an interesting film out of the story of an author in the process of writing a true-crime novel? Watching someone hunched over a typewriter for two hours doesn’t stir thoughts of riveting drama. But some of my favorite films are about writers or the process of writing: "Wonder Boys," "Finding Forrester," "Barton Fink". "Capote" joins the pantheon of literate films about literary works.

The film opens when Truman Capote (Philip Seymour Hoffman) first reads a news item about the horrific murder of a Kansas family, and an idea for a new novel germinates. Accompanied by friend Harper Lee (Catherine Keener), Capote sets off for the Midwestern state, where he manages to endear himself to one of the accused murderers and work his way into close proximity of local law enforcement.

Hoffman, an actor of remarkable diversity, has previously given life to characters ranging from rock writer Lester Bangs (Almost Famous) to the lovable tornado chaser Rusty ("Twister") to gambling addict Dan Mahowney ("Owning Mahowney"). His Capote is a man of startling complexity. He is driven as much by his need to be the center of attention as he is by artistic excellence. He is that rare egotist who possesses abilities that back up his grand proclamations about his own superiority. He appears at high-society parties as the man whom everyone crowds around to hear what profundities he may deliver. Even as he is being celebrated for the earth-shattering power of the novel that he has not even yet completed, he finds it within himself to dismiss the success of his friend Harper and her novel-turned-film “To Kill a Mockingbird.”

Keener, in her portrayal of novelist Lee, provides a grounded complement to the self-absorbed Capote. She stands by him, offers him help and encouragement even as he scoffs at her achievements. Keener always brings a down-to-earth quality to her roles, and here is no exception.

The film moves between the wealthy and affluent circles of New York and the Kansas cell that accused murderer Percy Smith occupies. In both worlds, Capote is selfish and manipulative. Director Bennett Miller traverses these two worlds as easily as does Capote. The posh nightclubs and restaurants are juxtaposed with Percy’s dank, cramped cell; the exotic Spanish vacation home with the warehouse where death row inmates are executed. It is in the place where these worlds intersect that the genius of Capote, the film, and the egotism of Capote, the author, is found.

I wonder, though, whether the graphic depictions of the murders were necessary. While shocking and effective in establishing the gruesome nature of the slayings, the flashback sequences were essentially superfluous. The audience could certainly imagine that what took place in the farmhouse was unpleasant, and Percy’s account of the murders would have been no less powerful and revelatory in the absence of the gratuitous violence.

Good Night, Great Film

"Good Night, and Good Luck" portrays that bleak time in America’s history when a Wisconsin senator steamrolled his way into the history books on falsehoods and rumor. By allowing us to see the events through the eyes and experiences of a limited group, the film brings a fresh quality to a story that, while only several decades removed, has already been told countless times. Rather than tell the story amidst ordinary American citizens, writers George Clooney and Grant Heslov choose to use broadcast journalism as its protagonist.

David Strathairn plays Edward R. Murrow as a man seeking to bring credibility, legitimacy and integrity to his role as a journalist. He is single-minded in his determination to seek out the truth, and considers dissent and disagreement to be the mark of a patriot. Strathairn’s every quality –voice, diction, posture, facial movements – turn him into a broadcast journalist. Likewise, George Clooney imbues Fred Friendly with an energy and a frenzy that complements Murrow’s more stoic, simmering fire.

As director, Clooney has enough confidence in his actors to fill the film with close-ups. The actor’s faces and their expressions seem to dictate the composition of the frame. There is little quick-cut editing in this film. True to the era which it describes, the film contains many longer shots, but Clooney modernizes the look with wonderful, sweeping pans. He uses the frame fully, finding beauty as much in close-ups as on long shots where the actors and the action seem likely to burst out of the frame.

"Good Night, and Good Luck" is not a fast-paced film. It is not likely to dazzle the viewer. Rather, its more labored pace and black and white photography allow the viewer to be slowly immersed in the atmosphere of fear and trepidation in which the characters live. Certainly, the film leads to questions about current events and the journalists who cover those events. The story lends itself easily to such a discussion, especially since McCarthyism has already been transplanted on various eras before and after its own time.

More than mere Office Space

Company
By Max Barry
Publishing date: January 17, 2006

We have “The Office” on NBC. We have the new special edition DVD of Office Space. Many of us have the reality of working in an office, complete with cubicles and failing laser printers and confounding work procedures. So why do we need a new novel to point out the banality and ridiculousness of life at the office?

Stephen Jones, the new hire at Zephyr Holdings, finds himself promoted over other, seemingly more deserving candidates. Confused, he sets out on a mission to find out what Zephyr Holdings really does. He knows that his department, Training Sales, sells training packages. But their customers are all other Zephyr departments. When he discovers the truth, it’s all a little hard to believe.

At the outset, Company merely seems to use hyperbolic situations to say that office work is boring and meaningless. Yet as the reader digs into the book, we, like Jones, find much more going on. Author Max Barry captures the essence of office work, but then ups the ante for an incredible amount of absurdity. He lampoons the office furniture, the office employees, the decrees issued from Senior Management and edicts from Human Resources. These departments, and even some individuals in the departments, are always given Capital Letters, which helps remove their humanity.

At one point, a departmental assistant receives her annual review. Last year she was told it was no big deal, just routine, so she did not worry about it. Once in the review, however, she finds she is fired for, among other things, failing to achieve her goals. “What goals?” she asks her supervisor. “Well, you didn’t have any…During your last evaluation, we were meant to agree on goals for you, but we never did.” When the assistant responds that she would have met any goals had they been set, her supervisor responds, “Well you might have. It’s hard to say.”

Barry does move well beyond simple satire, however. His novel becomes a wicked version of Douglas Coupland’s Microserfs, a novel about working at Microsoft, meets Peter Weir’s "The Truman Show". His look at office inefficiencies moves out of simple observation and exaggeration toward a voyeuristic, somewhat sadistic view of the corporate world.

Barry utilizes an economical style of writing that suits the story. The novel is absent of any long-winded descriptions, and the characters mostly speak only what is necessary. The language is as stark as the cubicle farms that the employees work in. But I was confused as to why Barry continually refers to employees of a Seattle company being “sacked” (and sick employees are told to get a “doctor’s certificate”), until I realized that he is Australian. Other than that, Barry nailed working for a nameless, faceless American corporation.

Some of Barry’s examples of corporate bureaucracy are brilliant. In one of my favorites, an employee recounts, “Last month we had to sit through a presentation on redundancy, and it was a bunch of Powerpoint slides, plus a guy reading out what was on the slides, and then he gave us all hard copies.” Except, in my world, the Powerpoint presentation freezes up mid-meeting.

Too Much, Too Late, Too Bad It Was Published

I wrote a number of reviews for books, movies, etc, for a webzine, but I'm not sure when it will see the light of day. So I am presenting them here for your reading pleasure.

Too Much, Too Late
By Marc Spitz
Publishing date: February 28, 2006

Sandy James –nee Sandy Klein – drums for the Jane Ashers, a band that split up during its original incarnation and nearly twenty years later reunited with unexpected success. The band becomes an “overnight” sensation, replete with all of requisite, clichéd trappings.

Spitz’s novel seems aimed at or around my generation – the thirtysomething set. He references all of the big musical milestones of my younger years, Nevermind chief among them. Yet the musical name-dropping (the novel itself is presumably titled after the New York Doll’s second and final paean to excess, Too Much, Too Soon) gets old after only a few pages. He mentions everyone from the Replacements to Helmet, The Gun Club to Material Issue. He even calls the band’s guitar player “young, loud and snotty,” which is the Dead Boys first album.

The characters are barely original, inspired or believable. The most interesting character is vocalist Harry Vance, Jr., who struggles to balance the surreal nature of rock success with the very real and more desirable wife and son he leaves at home. The rest of the cast Spitz rounds out with the usual cast of malcontents who wax philosophic while high on topics like whether one would go to jail in place of a shoplifting Winona Ryder.

Spitz peppers his novel with band anecdotes about life on the road, which were told better in everything from Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain’s Please Kill Me and Henry Rollins’ Get In the Van. I got so bored with the alcohol and cocaine abuse that I wished the band would break up again so we could follow Vance back to Dean, Ohio, and watch him learn to adjust to living out his other dream of raising a family. Instead, Spitz treats us to drunken fights, drunken apologies, and coked-up performances. Perhaps the drug use seems so cliché because it is true, but that hardly seems to justify writing a boring novel.

Too Much, Too Late is written as a memoir, but does not work as such. The memoir allegedly comes from the aforementioned drummer, but he frequently gives detailed accounts of events and conversations that he would not know about, much less be able to relate second-hand with any accuracy. James recounts, for instance, what happens in Vance’s home when he orders a new cat to replace one that dies, and bills it to the band. Vance would not have told James about that, much less in such detail. That Spitz decided to remain with his memoir gimmick reveals either how little he thinks of his readers or how little he thinks about his writing. I also had trouble at times figuring out who was speaking certain sides of dialogue, particularly when Spitz himself seem to be tripped up. During a Q&A between Vance, Jr and his newly re-acquainted father, Spitz mixes up some dialogue so that it appears Vance, Sr is saying that Vance. Jr. is now a grandfather.

It seems that Spitz, a writer for Spin, is too in love with his insider knowledge to be able to drop it long enough to craft a good story without pretension. There is a good story to be told in reuniting a band well past its prime, and it was told in the film “Still Crazy.” Rent that, and avoid this book.

Album of the Day - Wilco "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot"

This is the album that Wilco recorded, clashed with Warner/Reprise over, and then took the album with them when they left the label. After the record was leaked to the internet, it was picked up by Nonesush (owned by Warner) for release. And quite a successful release, if I recall. Kudos to Warner for refusing to release, then buying back, such a fantastic album.

"Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" at first glance seems to be a pop album, with happy sounding instrumentation and easy to listen to compositions. But under the facade of cheer, there seems to be something darker at work. Some songs seem to get darker the closer you listen to them. I haven't looked at the lyrics for the songs, so I am not sure where they fit. And I have only listened to the record once so far. Maybe I will discover that I am completely wrong with more listens, but this is my initial impression. The jangly guitars mixed with more experimental noise-rock make an interesting, and to my ears a highly listenable, combination.

I particularly enjoyed the opening and closing tracks. Jeff Tweedy really knows how to begin and end an album.

Inspired by The Hamster - Words Are Wonderful

"But why should you care what I think?" Nash watched her through the cigarette smoke. "Miranda." And he just said her name, isolated and with enough pause before it to not seem part of the previous sentence. She didn't say anything. She felt a seriousness she couldn't quite locate as either hers or his. But there it was, now, between them.

This passage from "Eat the Document" by Dana Spiotta is so good that I will even forgive the split infinitive. I love this novel so far, as much for what the story is about as how it is about. Spiotta is a talented writer; she has many moments that cause me to marvel at her word choice.

Album of the Day - Sonic Youth "Daydream Nation"

Sonic Youth's "Daydream Nation" reminds me of my high school years. It came out a couple of years before I entered high school, but listening reminds me of staying up late to watch "Alternative Nation" hosted by the ubiquitously bespectacled Kennedy. It reminds me of discovering music with my friend Ken: my first time hearing Helmet, the Jesus Lizard, Velocity Girl, Mudhoney. I discovered all of this music around the same time. Sonic Youth never really came my way, though.

My first Sonic Youth record was 1994's "Experimental Jet Set, Trash and No Star." I believe my comments regarding the record were something to the effect of "This record is certainly experimental, but it is trash and gets no star." I'm sure I thought myself clever, as well. Turns out, I was neither clever nor correct. I simply lacked taste and a sense of history.

Now that I possess both taste and a sense of history (in my own opinion, of course), I now appreciate Sonic Youth. Yesterday and today marked my first listen to the incredible 1988 album, which hearkens back to a time when rock n' roll could alternately traffic in 3 chord punk rock riffs and chaotic noise and feedback. Sonic Youth excelled in merging avant-garde noise with traditional rock n' roll. Few bands today do it at all, much less do it well. If they do attempt to join the two, it comes across as self-indulgent and self-aware.

A few years back I read "Confusion Is Next" by Alec Foege. He writes about Sonic Youth and their music with such passion and fervor that I declared to myself that I would seek out their music. I would highly recommend reading the book, and listening to the music.

Album of the Day - Danger Mouse "The Grey Album"

This collision of Jay-Z's "Black Album" with the Beatles' "White Album" is a beautiful sonic adventure. I will admit upfront that I have not heard either of the source albums, but I hope someday to rectify that. That said, this record is a fantastic combination of the two. At no point does anything sound forced or unrelated. The music fits the vocals and hip hop beats quite well. Wikipedia has the tracklist, including which Beatles samples were used for which songs.