It took three daysto get through The Acts,five albums, eleven discs. And now I approachMigrant, a collection of prog-pop-rockso delicious, so melodic, so powerful, as to makeit one of my favoritealbums of the last decade. Released initially in 2013, interrupting The Acts in progress, and then remixedand resequenced and expanded for it’s 10thanniversary in 2023,Continue reading “#663: D is for The Dear Hunter (Part the Second)”
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#662: D is for The Dear Hunter (Part the First)
In 2020, I wrote a whole thingabout these Dear Hunter kidsand how I discovered them, slowlybut surely, and how they becameone of my favorite new acts of thefirst decades of the 21st century.Now, five or six years later afterthat discovery, I remain a superfan. They are the only contemporaryband, for example, that I have seenliveContinue reading “#662: D is for The Dear Hunter (Part the First)”
#657: C is for Coulton, Jonathan
Dance like they’re watching you, because they’re watching you. –Jonathan Coulton The first time I heard this guy, a fellow musician by way of comparison told me about this singer-songwriter’s project of writingand releasing a song a weekfor an entire year, while weintrepid songwriting homestudio cats were attemptingsix songs in one day of every monthContinue reading “#657: C is for Coulton, Jonathan”
#656: C is for Costello, Elvis (20/22)
20: Hello, Clockface Let’s begin with a middle easternsoundscape and a spoken-word thing, “Love is the one thing we can save;” follow that up with a trashy punk number, “I’ve got no religion/ I’vegot no philosophy;” and third, a kindof demented sounding country song. Here’s a jazz ballad, replete with a horn section and trumpetContinue reading “#656: C is for Costello, Elvis (20/22)”
#652: C is for Corea, Chick
I don’t know how this record got into the collection. I don’t think I’ve ever listened to it before. When I pulled it out, at first, even though I was familiar withthis famous name, I couldn’t evenbe sure what instrument ChickCorea played. Was he a horn guy? I say to myself as I place theContinue reading “#652: C is for Corea, Chick”
#639: C is for Cabot, Sebastian
How the helldid this recordget into my collection? I try to remember. Ah, yes, I remember. My friend Curtisis often wont to gift his friends very strange recordsfor birthdays or Christmas, and oneyear he gave this to me, the Britishactor Sebastian Cabotreading the “poetry” of Bob Dylanwith musical accompaniment.When I begin thislistening endeavorI am notContinue reading “#639: C is for Cabot, Sebastian”
#637: B is for Bush, Kate
Memory is unreliable. I’m trying to remember the first time I heard The Dreaming by Kate Bush. It comes out in 1982. I’m eighteen. But I have a sense it was years laterwhen I was 21 or 22 years old, after years of only a vague notionabout who she was, a foggy understanding that sheContinue reading “#637: B is for Bush, Kate”
We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Program to Talk About Geese
I just don’t want to like them. Everybody loves Geese. Everybody loves their new album, Getting Killed. Everybody seems to be falling down stupid-in-love with their singer and principal songwriter, Cameron Winter. Even people whose opinions I trust and whose art I respect or love, St. Vincent and Marc Maron, as examples, are falling overContinue reading “We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Program to Talk About Geese”
#636: B is for Brubeck, Dave
The first pure jazz album in my collection, the first completely instrumental album, the oldest recording so far in thislistening extravaganza, 1959, one of the most popular jazz albums ever, or at least, with “Take 5,” one of the most famous and recognizable,or at least, the first jazz album ever to sell one million copies.VinceContinue reading “#636: B is for Brubeck, Dave”
#635: B is for Bright Eyes
In the fine tradition of great bad singers, here is Conor Oberst, otherwise known as the band leader of Bright Eyes. His singing is imprecise, full of vibrato, a tentativetenor, except for when he’s screaming, which he does sometimes, even in quiet songs. He often soundslike he’s on the verge of crying or throwing aContinue reading “#635: B is for Bright Eyes”
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