September 27th, 2005

Mopping Up

Instead of going to sleep at a reasonable hour, I decided to finally mop the kitchen floor I'd been promising to mop for days. The iPod Shuffle is persuasive. Here are some of the thoughts that coursed through my consciousness during the unusually long procedure:
• I wonder whose kid is singing the theme song to Barney on that Giant Sand song
• I'm glad I saw Interpol, even if it was at the barely lamented Coconuts.
• Why doesn't anyone mention the fact that the Werner Herzog film Joy Division's Ian Curtis watched before hanging himself is about someone traveling from Europe to the United States only to find that despair follows along as a stowaway, a detail rendered significant by the fact that the band was about to embark on its first North American tour
• And how come no one explains how he managed to watch it in the middle of the night. Was it on television? Did he have a very early VCR?
• I know it's uncool to admit this, but I still like The Killers' album Hot Fuss, particularly "Mr. Brightside"
• I'm sick of the narrative promulgated by both NME and Melody Maker whereby The Cure's passage from Seventeen Seconds to Pornography is a steep descent
• I went to college in the Bay Area because I was fixated on the psychedelic 1960s and ended up falling in love with the post-psychedelic 1970s, trading the Haight-Ashbury for North Beach in the process
• I need to start composing lesson plans to tripped-out dub records
• The Sufjan Stevens song "Romulus" off Greetings From Michigan, the Great Lake State is perfect in its downplayed anguish, capturing the feeling of being abandoned by one's mother in details that resonate all the more for being off to one side
• Lindsay Buckingham must have had really good cocaine and a lot of vitamins during the making of Tusk, because the record sounds better with each passing year
• I love pop music because it makes me feel the rush of thinking that dissipates in less compact forms: three minutes is not very long
• I'm in love with you and I'm not ashamed to confess it
That's all for now. Time to burn off all the random energy stirred up by my exertions by contemplating further exertions.

Follow-Up Thought

I'm listening to Hot Fuss in its entirety. The album starts stronger than it finishes, in my estimation, but it has enough peaks to sustain long-playing interest. One thing that I'm noticing this time around, hearing it on Kim's 70s stereo with the speakers bought off some V-Town drug abuser instead of in AAC format on the iPod, is that the production makes a bigger difference than I'd initially thought. The record sounds crowded and like the levels are too high. But that messiness is one of its principal strengths.

Sample This

I'm really enjoying the new Jason Forrest record Shamelessly Exciting, released on Mouse on Mars's German label Sonig. Imagine the offspring of a typical Tiger Beat 6 record and D.J. Shadow's best work of the 1990s: less piecemeal than the former, less laid-back than the latter. Forrest, who used to go by the name Donna Summer, reminds us how much hip-hop culture has lost with the turn away from sampling. My present favorite, for obvious reasons, is the track "My 36 Favorite Punk Songs," comprised of bits and pieces from -- you guessed it -- 36 different songs. More than a few of them are pretty easy to recognize. Nifty. For a taste of Forrest's approach to sonic collage, download this track from his previous album, The Unrelenting Songs of the 1979 Post Disco Crash, or, though it is perhaps less representative of his sound, this remix of "Nightclothes and Headphones," another track from Shamelessly Exciting, featuring Laura Cantrell. And if you really must hear "My 36 Favorite Punk Songs," send me an e-mail to my LJ address and I'll arrange to play it for you over the phone.