One of my favorite Clinic songs, from the period when Clinic was still putting out new and original music.
One of my favorite songs on this earth.
from Martha Wainwright’s spectacular debut album
(from the anime Samurai Champloo)
Broke stride as last of men realized their deep deceit. / This troubling advance of half-assed crews crowd these streets. / Never mind of who I am, son, just listen when I speak / Broken paragraphs hold wrath of a hundred million deep. / Bleak circumstance led masses to only want to dance / A bastard child of Reaganomics posed in a B-Boy stance / Make our leaders play minstrel, Left with none to lead our people. / How the fuck am I gonna shake your hand, when we never been seen as equals? / Deemed evil by those housed in church steeples. / False prophets read backwards from broken tablets to the feeble, / I seen you! / Regurgitate their lies. / I’ll bide my time with scrolls and ancient’s wine. / Heady brew left mark on this hazy scribe. / If stars align I suppose even the blind will see, / How they stole our last voice, corrupted culture into industry. / Few minutes remain, a tame soul wanders wild when it dreams. / Mine are filled with ill visions of soot and dope fiends. / These slit wrists won’t rest till I spill these last drops. /Tarnished skin only sin when I awoke on sidewalk. / Seen your movements through peripheral / Remain same individual. / When a man’s viewed as criminal to act animal is logical. / Audible tones honed to hold substance / Form sentence / Poor reluctant poet, speak prose / Refuse to beg repentance / Reluctant poet speak prose / Incite our peoples / We got raked through those coals / Once the truth was divulged. / Conscience calls thoughts subliminal / Actions all cyclical / Deplorable descendants of men depressed clinical. / Answers seem visible when visionless / Useless souls fold under pressure like hands pray to false Jesus. / Inadequate adversaries advance awkwardly. / Anger expressed outwardly / Causes ranks to break amongst these frail MC’s. / Your fictional tales told with conviction. / Concise concepts once written enter bloodstream / since this inks been forbidden. / Distorted poet, speak prosen / Incite our peoples / We got raked over coals / But the truth’s still untold. / Meaning lost to these zealots / Prefer bullets to ballots / Watch the rich sip from chalice / As these eyes fill with malice / Peasant hands remain callous / as our days retain darkness / I swallow razor blades to keep my vocal cords sharpened. / Morbid mixture of mistrust and anger paints picture. / Perception now blurred words slurred to form scripture. / These sullen souls misinformed / Storm gates of stronghold / Strange fate that I chose / Morbid poet speak prose. / Tattered voices arose / Red Blood written on scroll / Escapes throat an ill flow / For my violence atoned. / Modest thoughts monotone / Infant MC’s play grown / Found them hung in hallways / from cords on microphones
I’ve recently turned into a fan of Janelle Monaé’s work, esp. of her new record. Below is a live clip with a performance of two sings from it. Amazing.
Lead single from one of the best rock records of the 1990s. It’s been reissued recently. Get it if you can.
Soppy but I like it. Lapse of taste? Maybe. Still. When Nash picks up the chorus at the end of the song, starting with a resigned “Look”, it always breaks my cheap heart.
(just ignore the video, posted this b/c of the song)
Fantastic performance of one of my favorite songs.
(New Kate Nash single out)
(full disclosure: I still kinda have a crush on Kim Deal)
from one of my favorite recent musicals.
I’ll write more of this tomorrow or later, or something, but I can’t just now. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Mark Linkous (Sparklehorse) killed himself. It’s not enough to say he will be missed. It’s impossible to say how much his art meant to me, and to others. Fuckin hell.
New record is in stores now. Review?
since I apparently can’t write for shit, I deleted some poems and opened the vodka. Good old friend.
from “Ирония судьбы”, which I haven’t seen for years, until someone on the internet reminded me. *sigh*
After having had the above, in some variations, emailed to me a few times, here’s my story: I’m sick. When I’m sick, I write badly, and can barely read. I lie back and play games on my computer.
And this is one of the best songs of the 1980s. Yeah. Fuck me I’m sick.
One of the best current bands covers one of the best bands of the past.
One of the best songs of the 1990s.
One of my favorite songs on the planet, from one of my favorite records on the planet.
Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy, “Grand Dark Feeling of Emptiness”
Er. Not a good day. You guys like this? Anybody I own an email and stuff, I’ll get to it tomorrow. Reviews etc. possibly too. Needed to get over some things.
Tom Robinson – Glad To Be Gay at the Amnesty International “Secret Policeman’s Ball” 1979. I always loved the song, but this performance is killer. And with things like this, it’s still relevant.
One of my favorite songs on one of my favorite albums by a musician who’s put out a lot of shite. Like, really awful stuff. This is just perfect, though. (Yeah I’m sappy). Ryan Adams, “Come Pick me Up”, off of “Heartbreaker”.
“I wish you would / come pick me up / take me out / fuck me up / steal my records / fuck all my friends / they’re all full of shit / with a smile on your face / and then do it again”
this is my second favorite song from the record. “Call me on your way back home, dear / Cause I miss you / And I just wanna die without you / Oh I just wanna die without you / Yeah I just wanna die without you / Without you Honey I ain’t nothing new”
Yeah, I know. But it’s still one of the best rock songs ever written and performed.
and here’s a great song from the album before that: “Hook, Line and Sinker”.
God, I haven’t heard a decent rock set in ages, let alone danced to one. When did rock djs become so boring?
How can you not love this song? It’s Triumph, for fuck’s sake. Wu-Tang Clan. ’nuff said.
Dead Prez’ great “They Schools”
Another (after this one) one of my favorite songs from Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Impressive new German artist: Fleur Earth and her band Fleur Earth Experiment. Here the new single “Zeitleiden”. Incredible.
“Rebel Girl” and “I love fucking”, two amazing early Bikini Kill singles. The video for Rebel Girl is grrreat.
Portishead: Roads. See link for studio-, see below for live version. I could use a drink. I’ll even take gin.
One of my favorite songs ever: Jacques Brel’s “Ces Gens-Là”:
Jimmy Eat World, “Seventeen”. Oh, come on. You know you love this song as well. Shutup.
Dolly Parton’s “Jolene”‘s one of the best songs ever recorded.
I love the first NWA record, and the beats are good, but the writing, the flow, seriously, it’s one of Ice Cube’s finest hours. Not sure he ever attained that level again.
A remark by someone on a board I frequent sent me to look up music by Jay-Jay Johanson, which in turn led me to purchase two records of his. Incredible stuff. Way to spice up depressed drinking! No, really, a fine artist, but most of you will know him already. Here are three favorite songs from the two records:
Songs: Ohia really does my heart good. When I contemplate what to do with the shambles of my future, listening to Molina’s songs always provides some balance for me.
The great, marvelous, amazing Odetta, whose songs I hear at least once a week, had died on December 2. Here is an obituary from the New York Times.
“What distinguished her from the start,” Time magazine wrote in 1960, “was the meticulous care with which she tried to recreate the feeling of her folk songs; to understand the emotions of a convict in a convict ditty, she once tried breaking up rocks with a sledgehammer.”
Quicksand’s great song “Fazer”. I wish Schreiffels would make good records again.
Elvis Costello’s “Pump It Up”. What a song. Young Costello is always a treat. He has not aged well, sadly.
I hate my way
(Throwing Muses – Hate My Way (Live 1988))
Heard this twenty times today. May delete this later when I stop loving this. I still don’t like her delivery but this song hit me hard when I saw the video today. IT’s so well done, not just matters of gender but also race, power etc. Look closely. Not subtle but really great. And the song gets better as it progresses.
flawless. Dead Prez – Hip Hop
The great Nina Simone performing “Be my Husband”
Love: A House is not a Motel, off of the stellar Forever Changes, one of my ten favorite records ever.
Mountain Goats, NO Children
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
Saying basically the opposite of this Steiger poem, this song feels infinitely sad to me today. Well, it’s a bit of a sad song, but I find it overwhelmingly sad this morning.