Showing posts with label earworms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label earworms. Show all posts

Friday, June 22, 2012

Half girls, half guys, and all rock




My new favorite band, Beast Make Bomb balances clever art-school songcraft with punk moxie. Three years on from their inception at NYU, they are navigating a rising course through the New York music scene. With cool confidence, they have great potential and no shortage of energy to play shows large and small. I caught two of the latter just last week and remain infatuated with a band that deserves more fans and praise than little ol' me can provide.

It's hard to express, but on that night at Bar Matchless, they were just the perfect band to see--the right band for me, that is. Maybe I'm projecting on them what I want from my ideal band, but you can't deny the facts: the guitarist's slick riffs, lead singer's swagger, bassist's scruffiness, and drummer's intensity.

And although I don't know the members of BMB, they are as essential to my appreciation of the band as its music. Once again, I hope to draw inspiration from talented people doing what they love (because it certainly can't be for the money). Striving to be creative and productive with all their available time and talent, while remaining true themselves, has brought them this far and surely further. But who knows ... they may break up next week, their synergy spent; and I may very well get another new favorite band, and no longer show up like Mel from Flight of the Conchords at every concert.  Yet, since they're good and didn't seem like they were, you know, half-assing it up there, I doubt any of that will happen soon.

Since I lack a certain distance and critical eye/ear, I realize this post may not be the most objective or insightful review. Nonetheless, BMB in concert is the best art (and fun) I have recently experienced, and I couldn't not share it.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Getting back to it ...


In the year 2012, I have been to Iceland just as many times as I have posted here. Forgive me for the humblebrag, but I really don’t know how else to begin my return to this blog … you know, the one supposedly dedicated to getting me to write more about anything and everything.

The hiatus is partially due to my lack of progress with my Rite of Spring project. For whatever reason, I didn’t want to post again about my story (see below) until I had a complete rough draft to share. And despite my research and writing in January, February, and March … I haven’t finished that—hence the lack of posts. (However, I should have posted about seeing maestro Alan Gilbert leading the Julliard Orchestra in a kick-ass version of the Rite. Hm … maybe I’ll get around to doing that after all.)

In the meantime, however, I have done a variety of things that a less-discriminating person would call “bloggable.” And seeing as I seldom write creatively, or have any wry observations or impassioned views to express in essay form, I must again deign to recounting and reflecting on the life I am extraordinarily lucky to have here in the greatest city in the country world. (And by that I, of course, mean Jersey City.)

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Rock, Chick Rock


For some reason, my music-listening experience has recently been inundated by female artists. This is partly by choice: in what I listen to, and through my expanding awareness of the music I'm missing out on. But this trend also depends on the forums I explore and what I am exposed to there. But even then, NPR doesn't force me to listen to anything ... But enough analysis! Here are some tunes/artists to liven up your day/life, ranging from folk to rock and back again:


Florence + the Machine performs prettily in studio

Wye Oak on some balcony playing "Civilian" (and I thought the album version was good)

And then there's the amazing Lisa Hannigan's "Tiny Desk Concert": http://www.npr.org/2011/10/25/141684634/lisa-hannigan-tiny-desk-concert


Or, even Laura Marling playing "Muse" in concert

Once again, Dum Dum Girls (been listening to their album all week):



And a teaser from one of my favorites, Sharon Van Etten, who'll be on tour next year supporting her new album: http://www.thealternateside.org/111129/sharon-van-etten-tramps-view-serpents-download-album-art

So I guess music in 2011 wasn't all that bad, but still ... bring on 2012!








Thursday, October 27, 2011

Dum Dum Girls: Live at Maxwell’s!

Really, it doesn’t take much to get me to check out a show at Maxwell’s. I’ll even go to see two bands I’ve never listened to, just so long as I have the night (and next morning) off. Hell, even if I don’t--but can get to the corner of Washington and 11th in Hoboken by show time—I’ll be there. Just give me a heads-up is all I’m saying … an hour at least.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Earworms ... and a few of my favorite bands

For the last couple days, Led Zeppelin’s “When the Levee Breaks” has been stuck in my head.
Have a listen. Sorry there’s no Zeppelin concert footage, but the song (as it turns out) was difficult to reproduce live and thus rarely performed on stage.

Now you understand what I’m talking about when I say it’s stuck with me:  the pounding drums of John Bonham, a wailing harmonica and Robert Plant, and the sliding guitar courtesy of Jimmy Page.  An absolutely heavy sound, right?  I love it.  And not only is this the closing song to an amazing album (Led Zeppelin IV—which also includes “Rock and Roll,” Black Dog,” and the little-known “Stairway to Heaven”), as well as perhaps the epitome of Zeppelin’s sound, but “When the Levee Breaks” represents the apogee of British blues music—the appropriation of American blues songs and aesthetics popular among British rockers such as Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck, and Led Zeppelin.  That’s just my (rather uneducated) opinion.  But I will say that not only does this song carry an authentic depth and groove (if not sincere pain), but the lyrics are taken from an actual Delta blues song written after the Great Mississippi Flood of 1927. (Check out Wikipedia for information on the original song and a description of Zeppelin’s incredible and pioneering production techniques.)  Sure, a bunch of white, English rock stars appropriating a sorrowful song composed in the wake of a defining tragedy—for the South, for southern blacks, and for blues music—may strike some as strange and perhaps even inappropriate.  But, in doing so, Led Zeppelin revived and continued a traditional aesthetic, the blues—the musical genre at the very root of the rock music they created and dominated. 

And the fascination with the blues continues to this day in America.  Some of my favorite bands tap into the blues aesthetic; again, hearkening to their predecessors while further developing the sound (despite the many aspects of the blues already incorporated into rock & roll).  First, there’s the White Stripes, of course.  Basically, every time I attempt to write a song—whether it’s the lyrics, or the guitar part, or if I’m just humming to myself—I want it to sound like a White Stripes song.  Jack and Meg White may be eccentric, and not every song a winner, but they are dedicated to running the guitar/drum Detroit blues-thing into the ground.  

And speaking of modern blues-rock duos, I’ve also gotten into the Black Keys, which has created its own heavy, blues-inspired sound.  However, the song of theirs stuck in my head this week doesn’t really operate in that mode.  But, I think you’ll enjoy “Everlasting Light” all the same.  Good, isn’t it?  They have something like five albums that I’ve only just barely begun to acquaint myself with.

And this brings me to two other guitar/drum duos I’ve only recently discovered/experienced live: Wye Oak and Japandroids.  Named after the late great oak tree that once lived on the Eastern Shore, Wye Oak hails from Baltimore and its unique music scene.  Although I don’t have any of their songs, and thus no great insights into their music, I did see them live this summer:

Once again, I must pay respect to NPR, since I only became aware of Wye Oak the week before the festival when I watched their Tiny Desk Concert.  The office concert displays their approach to songcraft and Jenn Wasner’s vocal abilities, but only hints at their overall sound.  On stage, the two of them produced a volume of sound: a distorted guitar wave, supported by percussion and keyboard (both handled by Andy Stack.)

I guess to be a good rock duo nowadays, you must generate a saturating, powerful sound in order to compensate for the dearth of contributing band members as well as to provoke the audience and disturb their expectations (eg. “How can two people be so loud and rock so hard?)  But certainly another aspect of these bands must surely be the challenge of their limitations, and when they succeed in surpassing those creatively ... good stuff results.  And although their sounds may vary from gritty blues-rock to hazy folk ballads to hook-driven garage-style noise rock, these types of bands are solidly among my favorites (though perhaps it’s because I can see myself in a band like this—sort of like the singer/songwriter thing I mentioned in an earlier post.) 

Japandroids!   You thought I wasn’t going to elaborate on this unusually named band, didn’t you?  Well, as a matter of fact, I just returned from their concert down at Maxwell’s in Hoboken (pretty much the best venue around).  And although it’s late and my ears are still ringing, I will write on.  Japandroids are from Vancouver, Canada and should rank among our northern neighbor’s greatest musical exports: Rush, Barenaked Ladies, Neil Young, Leonard Cohen, Paul Anka, Feist, Joni Mitchell, K-OS, The Tragically Hip, The Arcade Fire, Bryan Adams … wow, that’s kind of a lot.  Go Canada, and go Japandroids!

Well, first we listened to the opener, Oberhofer, do their thing.  Turns out, that thing is some good, fun, straight-up rock.  And apparently, it’s all the brain-child of lead singer Brad Oberhofer, who produced and played all the instruments on his albums.  Then, Brian King and David Prowse stepped up to deliver their final concert of what has been a year-and-a-half tour (but their first show in NJ!).  Brian informed us that since it was their final night, they were going to let it all hang out—despite their strained voices and road-weariness.  And they delivered.  On stage, just a mad-distorted guitar and some drums trying to hold the rhythm—and the energized combination produced some seriously catchy/grungy songs.  A pit moshed (occasionally), a roadie crowd-surfed, and many lyrics were shouted: good times down at Maxwell’s, courtesy of this Canadian duo whom I’m very glad I caught before they retreated to the Pacific Northwest.   

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Earworms

A few songs that have been stuck in my head over the last week or so ... old and new favorites: 

"Take Me to the River" by The Talking Heads

"Lucky Ones" by Kevin Drew with Broken Social Scene


Oh, and these albums:

Boxer by The National
We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank by Modest Mouse
 ... and (not surprisingly) Epic by Sharon Van Etten 

So, get on the Internets (Grooveshark, YouTube, or whatever) and give them a listen.  Well, that is, unless you're pretty satisfied with your rut.  In that case, carry on.  I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but let me remind you this: you chose to read this post.