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Monday, December 11, 2006

surprise!

i haven't been feeling all that hot, lately. it's pretty much related to lifestyle and stress, if you want to call what i go though "stress". but my neck and shoulders and the tiny little threads that shoot up into my head hurt. and i've been getting more and more headaches. it's a combination of old age, and just plain ol' not taking very good care of myself. and, being a bitch, i complain.

so girly girl, bless her soul, decided to give me an early christmas gift. a sooprise, if you will. she told me to be ready, not to make plans, told me to dress comfortably, and drove my ass over to eastlake. now, here's what i was hoping my surprise would be; an unanticipated visit from pedro and a nice breakfast. pedro ain't coming home for the holidays. no dice. what i got instead, was a visit to a spa, where i would be getting a professional massage.

i'm not really one for massages. i have odd issues, which is no surprise to anyone around me. i'm not automatically comfortable with strangers hands upon me, though i can work with it. i'm not a fan of the whole dribbling water and "new dimensions" style music that loops on the cd players of massage therapists, nor do i care for aromatherapy, so spa/studio spaces put me off a bit. my real issue though, is in the lube. i hate... hate... feeling oily. it's an aversion i've had since i was a child. oily, sticky, slimy... all reasons to get in the shower. quickly.

so, fuckin' a. surprise! yeah, girly girl would love an unexpected and free massage. me... i have to be delicate here. my lady is trying so hard to help me feel better, to do something for me that i would never do for myself. gotta love that, right? so it's time for the game face. i know that it will be certainly more good then bad, but as soon as i understand what i'm in for, it's all i can do to start thinking about when it's going to be over. i'm treating it like a trauma. "i can get through this... i can get through this..." i've got the wrong attitude. i also can't do a damn thing about it.

but i do it anyway. and it's really not that bad, but it's really not all that great either, which is a drag. i feel good for about 40 minutes afterwards and honestly post-all-that no different than had i skipped the whole shebang. i think the only way i could really get into the healing rub is if i had it done daily. but then again, my body is a mystery to me. i don't feel alone in that assessment. i was fortunate enough to have been born with a body that required little attention, i eat what tastes yummy, and rarely do any crazy high-impact activity, and yet i still stay thin and coltish, and frequently like i just woke up. i used to be able to skate all day and drank all night, but i'm just fatigued nowadays, and for the first time in my life, i think i might just have to work a little at all this.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

untitled playlist vol. 2.

i'm not going to act like i'm mr. blues guy. all i know about howlin' wolf are facts. the same stuff you would read on his wiki page. i don't even own a howlin' wolf record. but i came across "smokestack lightnin' (dogshit version)" out there in the ethers, and i gotta say a fell into a four day trance trying to get my head around why this song is so compelling. what i came up with was this: the modal melody, the repeating pattern became a bit of a playable mantra in my head, and i would find myself beating it out on stuff for weeks after the trance. it goes a little somethin' like this:

boomp boomp CRASH!
boynie bown bu nunna nunna nuh, nuh-nuh, nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh
buh nunnuh buh nunna nuh, buh nuh, buh nuh.
(repeat often)

and then the recording. i love the distortion. i love the max-outs. i love the solos. i love the chord change. anyhoo, i think it's pretty much perfect the way it is, though i feel like i'm going to have a hard time programming this into a set.

cti records put out a couple of nina simone records at the end of the seventies, and from all that i've read, she didn't really love these recordings. shame, because there were some great moments on them, all coated in that brilliant cti fm radio sheen. this is her version of randy newman's "baltimore", and i think with the bluesy skank and thick strings, it's the perfect compliment to a melancholy vibe. randy newman's a weird dude, a songwriting relic, really, but like harry nillson (who did a great record of only newman's songs) his songs are oddly engaging, like little mysteries that you have to listen to frequently just to take it all in.

this is a demo version of "everybody knows this is nowhere", classic neil young. it has a similar vibe to "baltimore", a dissatisfaction with location. the grass is always greener. or something.

if i had it to do over, i probably would have taken this song off. this is pale saints, a band i've been yammering on about for years. as a former drummer, i always like odd time signatures and the weird things you do to fill them up. it's later 4ad stuff, so enough said about that, but it's aged pretty well, considering it's now nearly fifteen years old. anyway, this is "hunted", off the flesh balloon ep. when you thing about it, that's kind of a gross name for a record. i really like the sound of the snare drum in this record, especially when they blast it with the reverb gun in the fade out.

i could write a whole lot about low, but it's well covered ground, and by much better scribes than i. this is "hands" off of the transmission ep, and it's good as hell. this song in particular, is a bit of a jam, as far as low are concerned. listen for the dripping water in the quiet parts. maybe it's just clever recording, but my favorite low tracks always sound as if their instruments are capable... no, insistent upon making a whole lotta unruly fucking noise, the type that feels like you got the wind knocked outta ya, and it takes all the power and concentration superhero musicians low can muster up to keep them tame and quiet.

and because we had talked about it in the past, i then included low's cover of "long long long", which, by now, is just as awesome as you hoped it would be.

you run into the risk of painting yourself into a corner by putting on back-to-back low tracks on a mix cd, and it takes a pro like myself to get yourself out. here i used rub n' tug's "sea men", which is a slow balearic boogie monster, created to sound as if it came out and tore shit up on the white island back in '82. rub n' tug are eric duncan and thomas bullock, a former wicked sound system guy and all around professional head. a couple of years back they put out a compilation on the eskimo label that was truly the business, and included linda law's "all the night", a track that hasn't left my dj bag in a long time.

"aht uh mi hed" is some of that classy shuggie otis shit, one of the first songs to utilize electronic drums, even though they sound like they came from the old organ that sat out at my grandparents. shuggie really should have been more famous. i really wish he would have joined the stones. my cousin used to be in a band named "shuggie". ah well.

i listened to "in a beautiful place in the country by boards of canada a million times before i heard lyrics. of course, it's just the same thing over and over, but i think it's funny that i can listen to a song dozens of times, and then one day, i hear something completely unexpected later on. usually, it's just a little bass pattern or a flange on a guitar solo, not something as obvious as human speech (vocoded though it may be), but still, it's the little discoveries that keep you coming back. that's why reviewing stuff off of one listen is damn near pointless.

i was walking the dog the other night, and "it's alright ma (i'm only bleeding)" came on the ol' ipod. i let the dog off leash and sat in the park and really listened to what billy preston brings to it, and now i've gotta give it to him because in my mind, it's his song now. it was a drag when he passed this year, and as these things often happen, i listened to a lot more of it because of it. the man was awesome on keys. and to help prove it, i included a demo version of "dig it by the beatles, from the really good quality "as nature intended" bootleg. preston's little vamps are great. we all know little minutes of this edited into the final "let it be" release, but this is a nice full version not commercially released.

and because it has to end sooner or later, i chose sooner and finished this off with "saguaro" by a small, good thing. this is off of their em:t release. they had some really good records on the soleilmoon label (outta portland!) and have lots of previous recordings under the o yuki conjuate name, frequently on staalplaat. ambient high-lonesome cinemascapes with samplers. spooky, but comforting, a small, good thing live up to their name, and it makes a pretty good way to end a mix. oh crap, it ends horribly. that's the risk you run when making itunes mixes.