Earlier this evening I attempted to make a video because...One, I haven't actually written anything in weeks and Two, because people are on my nerves...
That's all I could salvage but surely y'all have picked up that the question here is...which one of these are straining to be rock stars....
or
If that second one doesn't look like an official video it's because it isn't...they never made one for Summer Babe. Of course, it ends with a big toothy smile...lovely and appropriate.
I'll try to get my act together shortly.
Showing posts with label Pavement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pavement. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Cover All The Rugs With Cheap Perfume
Over the weekend, Swiss Adam at Bagging Area , featured the excellent Wedding Present single Brassneck in a post. Just so happens that Brassneck was backed with a cover of Pavement's Box Elder. This somehow came up in the comment section...today he featured both the Wedding Present cover and a live version by Pavement.
Those of you who have followed the discussion will know that Singing Bear joined the rest of you miscreants in being banned...not because he doesn't like Pavement but, because he said he didn't "get" Pavement...obviously casting aspersions on your devoted author's efforts at getting the point across. Or did he? Maybe I haven't talked enough about Pavement. Maybe he was unfairly dealt with...maybe we haven't had enough Pavement on these pages...obviously we need more Pavement.
Bear...your ban has been officially rescinded but, we've still got a tight grip on the hammer...so, watch your step.
One thing we need to quickly get out of the way...and C brought this up the last time Pavement graced this site...and it's cryptically referenced at Bagging Area...in the States, Pavement is not the sidewalk. It is black top, asphalt...it's where you break your face open when learning to ride a bike. When Thurston Moore first picked up a copy of Slay Tracks he thought they must be an Industrial Band...."or something more nefarious." It has a very hard connotation here.
Anyway, before moving on let's have a few more covers...
I don't know who these shirtless idiots are...but man they got it. Kentucky Cocktail appears on early live sets and Pavemet's first Peel Session*. The riff is just balls out...in more earnest hands it might have been a hit on classic radio but...Ha. I love this cover...never more than a demo, these kids take the song and just destroy it. He mumbles most of the lines...even seeming to look up for help at one point...perfect. When they come to the break and he yells F**CK! and it crashes right back into the riff...brilliant...like a 5 year old with a flamethrower.
Cage the Elephant. Watch the rhythm guitarist and drummer...the song has nearly driven them out of their minds. Again...this is a b side. False Scorpion backed Rattled By the Rush from Wowee Zowee. They kill it...obliterate it. Awwwwesome indeed.
I don't know who these ladies are but, after a little investigating it saddens me to report that they are no longer a going concern...Good Story have split but, they got this one off before calling it quits...mason jar in hand. Zurich is Stained from Slanted and Enchanted.
Julie gets another appearance just because...and because it'll make it easier for me to pull it up on my phone.
How about a sing a long...get your lighters out. Built to Spill cover the sublime Here.
Even Dough Martsch can't keep from smiling...a couple of times.
Watch this space for more Pavement.
*Peel's love of Pavement owes a lot to that initial introduction by the Wedding Present.
Those of you who have followed the discussion will know that Singing Bear joined the rest of you miscreants in being banned...not because he doesn't like Pavement but, because he said he didn't "get" Pavement...obviously casting aspersions on your devoted author's efforts at getting the point across. Or did he? Maybe I haven't talked enough about Pavement. Maybe he was unfairly dealt with...maybe we haven't had enough Pavement on these pages...obviously we need more Pavement.
Bear...your ban has been officially rescinded but, we've still got a tight grip on the hammer...so, watch your step.
One thing we need to quickly get out of the way...and C brought this up the last time Pavement graced this site...and it's cryptically referenced at Bagging Area...in the States, Pavement is not the sidewalk. It is black top, asphalt...it's where you break your face open when learning to ride a bike. When Thurston Moore first picked up a copy of Slay Tracks he thought they must be an Industrial Band...."or something more nefarious." It has a very hard connotation here.
Anyway, before moving on let's have a few more covers...
I don't know who these shirtless idiots are...but man they got it. Kentucky Cocktail appears on early live sets and Pavemet's first Peel Session*. The riff is just balls out...in more earnest hands it might have been a hit on classic radio but...Ha. I love this cover...never more than a demo, these kids take the song and just destroy it. He mumbles most of the lines...even seeming to look up for help at one point...perfect. When they come to the break and he yells F**CK! and it crashes right back into the riff...brilliant...like a 5 year old with a flamethrower.
Cage the Elephant. Watch the rhythm guitarist and drummer...the song has nearly driven them out of their minds. Again...this is a b side. False Scorpion backed Rattled By the Rush from Wowee Zowee. They kill it...obliterate it. Awwwwesome indeed.
I don't know who these ladies are but, after a little investigating it saddens me to report that they are no longer a going concern...Good Story have split but, they got this one off before calling it quits...mason jar in hand. Zurich is Stained from Slanted and Enchanted.
Julie gets another appearance just because...and because it'll make it easier for me to pull it up on my phone.
How about a sing a long...get your lighters out. Built to Spill cover the sublime Here.
Even Dough Martsch can't keep from smiling...a couple of times.
Watch this space for more Pavement.
*Peel's love of Pavement owes a lot to that initial introduction by the Wedding Present.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Up Next Yoko Ono
Two Days!...after 8 dreary sepia months, we crack the screen door open on Oz...if Oz had bourbon and smoked pigs....a four month Technicolor Southern block party. Actually, considering the emotional scars, the intractable grudges, the fact that we will get drunk and yell at one another ...maybe it's more appropriate to call it a family reunion.
I can't wait. There's a delicious irony to this time of year. Universities all over the US are gathered into athletic conferences...the Southeastern Conference (SEC) is really the only one that's still regionally and culturally cohesive.* So, when SEC teams play outside of conference we are more Southern than ever...we are one fanbase. It drives a lot of people crazy but, SEC football is a Southern institution and we are loyal people and we are not them. It's also one of the only times a goodun can celebrate being Southern without somebody screaming racism in your face...just before they go into the RocknRoll hall of fame in Cleveland, Ohio...to eat bbq and drink Cokecola in the café while finishing off the last chapter of Absalom Absalom. Uh-Hmmm Anyway.....
On the other hand, during Conference play, we can forget about all that and get down to what we truly and dearly love...beating hell out of the only worthy foe...one another.
That's Thursday...this is still Tuesday and we need to go ahead and get some things out of the way...maybe deal with a few recurring topics before things go pear shaped.
PAVEMENT
Other than the sweet sweet degeneration**....the best thing about this about this clip is the flippant political statement. Earlier during the set he said "We're here for turrets...I mean Tibet." Ha. I know a lot of y'all are true believers in the political power of music...y'all and hippies :)...but, many of us were horrified and scared, as young'uns, watching you punk rockers become hippies with mohawks...pestering us about workers and the sandinistas or whatever. We were dismissed for being willfully uninvolved with reality...as Slackers. Yeah. I guess.
Speaking of politics spoiling everything....this bastard.
MIRO
Today, during my trials and tribulations on the road (I left home without a wallet...and had to wait for an hour at a gas station to be rescued by Martha with credit cards), I tried to listen to a series of podcast on Miro. These were put on by the Tate...good...they turned out to be on MIro and politics...bad, very bad. The stream of profanity that I unleashed on the windshield was so intense that it blocked sunlight for a nanosecond. Look up there...look at it. Who looks at that and thinks about politics? It turns out, people whose definition of politics includes every possible human activity...that's who. Then they set about explaining his paintings through politics...even when political statements, in the paintings, were vague at best.
It's one thing to say a storefront mannequin unavoidably evokes Plato...it's quite another to say the worker who put the mannequin together had Plato in mind. I'd rather be bit on the forehead by a mosquito than listen to this nonsense.
Rude Talk
Did y'all hear Richard Dawkins the other day? He said it was "immoral" not to abort a fetus with downs syndrome. That's nasty man. Then, under the guise of an apology, he doubled down. At least he didn't actually apologize. I'm sick of people saying something...something they've obviously meant to say...something they'd given some thought to...then coming out the next day and apologizing like they'd merely burped at the table. You said it...stand by it. Shit.
What I want to know is this...what did he mean by immoral? He didn't say it was undesirable. He didn't say it shouldn't be allowed. He said it was immoral...as if he had some absolute authority in mind. I'd like to know exactly why he thinks it's immoral to have a baby with Downs. Why it's wrong...and what authority he's drawing on? I could infer...but, that would just be rude. Where does a machine go for moral authority?
Adamparsons Hates on the Fall
An oldie but a goodie (as a topic on the blogs...the song is timeless)
Me
Who am I kidding...we gon' keep talking about me....but, this gives me an excuse to point you all in the direction of Hugh Marwood's blog. He is an artist...a good one. He has been kind enough to recount some of our recent conversations on his blog. He's also put some of my really fantastic photos on there. So go look at it. He talks about Tom Wolfe too...so it's actually worth a click. :). Hugh's work is really good.
I'm sure I'm forgetting some things but, that should hold us over for now.
*If the money grubbers keep expanding the Conference we'll have Yankees in it...at that point we will seriously be looking to immigrate...it'll all be over at that point.
**If only Pavement had given this much "effort" in covering The Classical.
I love the song on this one...but, the true beauty comes at the 1:09 mark.
On the other hand, during Conference play, we can forget about all that and get down to what we truly and dearly love...beating hell out of the only worthy foe...one another.
That's Thursday...this is still Tuesday and we need to go ahead and get some things out of the way...maybe deal with a few recurring topics before things go pear shaped.
PAVEMENT
Other than the sweet sweet degeneration**....the best thing about this about this clip is the flippant political statement. Earlier during the set he said "We're here for turrets...I mean Tibet." Ha. I know a lot of y'all are true believers in the political power of music...y'all and hippies :)...but, many of us were horrified and scared, as young'uns, watching you punk rockers become hippies with mohawks...pestering us about workers and the sandinistas or whatever. We were dismissed for being willfully uninvolved with reality...as Slackers. Yeah. I guess.
Speaking of politics spoiling everything....this bastard.
MIRO
Today, during my trials and tribulations on the road (I left home without a wallet...and had to wait for an hour at a gas station to be rescued by Martha with credit cards), I tried to listen to a series of podcast on Miro. These were put on by the Tate...good...they turned out to be on MIro and politics...bad, very bad. The stream of profanity that I unleashed on the windshield was so intense that it blocked sunlight for a nanosecond. Look up there...look at it. Who looks at that and thinks about politics? It turns out, people whose definition of politics includes every possible human activity...that's who. Then they set about explaining his paintings through politics...even when political statements, in the paintings, were vague at best.
It's one thing to say a storefront mannequin unavoidably evokes Plato...it's quite another to say the worker who put the mannequin together had Plato in mind. I'd rather be bit on the forehead by a mosquito than listen to this nonsense.
Rude Talk
Did y'all hear Richard Dawkins the other day? He said it was "immoral" not to abort a fetus with downs syndrome. That's nasty man. Then, under the guise of an apology, he doubled down. At least he didn't actually apologize. I'm sick of people saying something...something they've obviously meant to say...something they'd given some thought to...then coming out the next day and apologizing like they'd merely burped at the table. You said it...stand by it. Shit.
What I want to know is this...what did he mean by immoral? He didn't say it was undesirable. He didn't say it shouldn't be allowed. He said it was immoral...as if he had some absolute authority in mind. I'd like to know exactly why he thinks it's immoral to have a baby with Downs. Why it's wrong...and what authority he's drawing on? I could infer...but, that would just be rude. Where does a machine go for moral authority?
Adamparsons Hates on the Fall
An oldie but a goodie (as a topic on the blogs...the song is timeless)
Me
Who am I kidding...we gon' keep talking about me....but, this gives me an excuse to point you all in the direction of Hugh Marwood's blog. He is an artist...a good one. He has been kind enough to recount some of our recent conversations on his blog. He's also put some of my really fantastic photos on there. So go look at it. He talks about Tom Wolfe too...so it's actually worth a click. :). Hugh's work is really good.
I'm sure I'm forgetting some things but, that should hold us over for now.
*If the money grubbers keep expanding the Conference we'll have Yankees in it...at that point we will seriously be looking to immigrate...it'll all be over at that point.
**If only Pavement had given this much "effort" in covering The Classical.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Pull My Lips Back
I guess I shouldn't have assumed there would be any familiarity with the originals covered in the last post. So, in fairness to our readers....
Here.
If I have the story right...this video was cobbled together for the UK market where the song had gotten some slight traction. This is the version that appeared on Slanted and Enchanted. They played a much noisier version for John Peel.
Gold Soundz
As was typical after they'd actually become a band...this is a very pretty song but, it has a seedy side.
"Did you remember/In December/That I won't eat you when I'm gone." :0
Shady Lane
Hmmm...the best thing about this version is the first break in the song...the look on his face before informing the crowd they'll get to "cheer twice for this one" is probably all you need to know about them by 1999. Though I should point out we saw them not long after this in New Orleans and they ripped the curtains down.
Home
Just awesome...that's all...and no I won't settle down about it.
HA
Edit: Here's the band five days after playing a private show for C and a few other people from town....at Reading in 92
Perfume V and In the Mouth a Desert.
Here.
If I have the story right...this video was cobbled together for the UK market where the song had gotten some slight traction. This is the version that appeared on Slanted and Enchanted. They played a much noisier version for John Peel.
Gold Soundz
As was typical after they'd actually become a band...this is a very pretty song but, it has a seedy side.
"Did you remember/In December/That I won't eat you when I'm gone." :0
Shady Lane
Hmmm...the best thing about this version is the first break in the song...the look on his face before informing the crowd they'll get to "cheer twice for this one" is probably all you need to know about them by 1999. Though I should point out we saw them not long after this in New Orleans and they ripped the curtains down.
Home
Just awesome...that's all...and no I won't settle down about it.
HA
Edit: Here's the band five days after playing a private show for C and a few other people from town....at Reading in 92
Perfume V and In the Mouth a Desert.
Friday, July 11, 2014
We're Coming to the Chorus...eventually
Last Saturday I sat on our back porch drinkin' beer in the hot air...
...a buzz in the afternoon staring at the lake...listening to Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. There may be other music that is also suitable for drinking in the afternoon but, I don't think there's a better one...certainly not in the summer time.
In fact there's not a better record from the 1990's full stop. Really it has to be on a very short list no matter what decade you consider.
We'll come to that shortly...me and The Boy are preparing a video review of the record for your edification.
Crooked Rain is an inevitable consequence of Summer...it just happens. This year it was a cover that set it off. Gold Soundz is a sun baked slab of gorgeous...as good as anything Brian Wilson ever wrote. This cover version may actually make a better case than the original.
It's like that sometimes with covers...so, let's have a few more before moving on.
Julie Doiron from Eric's Trip goofing on Shady Lane from Brighten the Corners. Brighten the Corners was not the best album of the 1990's...in fact it was quite a disappointment. Horrible bloodless, deliberate production and almost any version of the songs not on the album is an improvement. This one's fun.
Nobody need ever bother with this one again...it has been obliterated.
Lotta folks have taken a stab at Here...Grandaddy, Built to Spill...but Tendersticks owns it.
Next up we take a long hard look at the business of RocknRoll....and watch with glee as it's burnt to the ground.
...a buzz in the afternoon staring at the lake...listening to Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. There may be other music that is also suitable for drinking in the afternoon but, I don't think there's a better one...certainly not in the summer time.
In fact there's not a better record from the 1990's full stop. Really it has to be on a very short list no matter what decade you consider.
We'll come to that shortly...me and The Boy are preparing a video review of the record for your edification.
It's like that sometimes with covers...so, let's have a few more before moving on.
Julie Doiron from Eric's Trip goofing on Shady Lane from Brighten the Corners. Brighten the Corners was not the best album of the 1990's...in fact it was quite a disappointment. Horrible bloodless, deliberate production and almost any version of the songs not on the album is an improvement. This one's fun.
Nobody need ever bother with this one again...it has been obliterated.
Lotta folks have taken a stab at Here...Grandaddy, Built to Spill...but Tendersticks owns it.
Next up we take a long hard look at the business of RocknRoll....and watch with glee as it's burnt to the ground.
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