12.20.2009, 08:59 PM | #21 |
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the skaters physicalities is my favourite record of the decade, possibly ever, dispersed royalty ornaments is almost as good. Those 2 changed everything. what's so magical is i felt instantly that i had somehow or on some level heard this music before, i can't explain it but its like the potential for it was buried deep inside all the other music i'd heard for years but noone was able to get onto this level before because they were just clouded with false ideas and cliched expectations. there is a huge part of me that just wants to live this record and never listen to anything pop structured again. to completely immerse myself in this kind of headspace. But i have a couple of rockish songs i need to record get out of me before i can do so.
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12.20.2009, 11:49 PM | #23 | |
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you see, that makes perfect sense to me, unlike your whole sy vs. fall tirade which tried to to pick apart the groups in terms of ongoing historical significance way too much. nobody can argue about a song evoking feeling (in the ideal experience perfection). I'm with you on wishing I had never seen her face, because I may have been not listening to her fairly because of it. which would be incredibly lame of me, and worth seeking that second listen in a big way. |
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12.21.2009, 12:18 AM | #24 |
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when i first heard her i had never heard anything so bleak or obscure before. i picked up the last issue of careless talk costs lives in a tiny newsagents that has since closed down. it's inexplicable why they had it, unless someone had subscribed to it through them and never picked it up, they were so small and finding something like that was an absolute treasure, the kind of special gem that i always wandered around the town alone searching for but so rarely ever found. i didn't understand the magazine at all, it didn't fit into my kerrang/terrorizer worldview. I was like, who is this for? I had never heard of any of the bands until i saw a reference to mudhoney and then knew it must be on the right level. back then i was starved for music and the idea of indie actually seemed like something special and exciting that noone else i knew had heard of. the writing had so much love for music but at a level of such disregard for commercialism or wider cultural impact it made all the details of lonely unglamorous teenage life seem so vivid, as if walking the town with headfones on was important, as if my dreary town and bedroom were as important a place for style as i had previous thought a stage was. as if there was the potential for some band to be doing the most important art and live down the street or maybe hang out down by the river or be walking around town like i was, i just hadn't found them yet. people criticise everret true for his annoying self importance and personal style of journalism, and that whole indie pop scene for having no ambition, but when it resonates with you it can change everything. i was starting to buy clothes from charity shops and changing my image and discovering sy and this idea of underground music being more real precisely because of its lack of impact on mainstream culture, whereas before that had kind of lessened its power for me. so i read it and remembered the name scout niblett and managed to find one mp3 which was wet road. that's the kind of experience music is all about.
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12.21.2009, 12:36 AM | #25 |
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and then a few years later it was just completly gutted and became this vacuous lifestyle crap. not scout and not completely everett true. But they started selling blazers and converse everywhere, plan b started to appear in every newsagent. whereas before it would have made my month to find either of those anywhere. the idea that a band like mbv would ever play another gig seemed like an impossible fantasy back then, and then they did and it feels so cold and empty that its happening and i just don't care enough to go because if i did it would just be mainly boring people drinking beer and getting enthusiastic because they are so comfortable with this reproduction of a cool past that noone could possibly be embarrassed by. i know nothing would happen and there would be no real freakery just a carefully organised enjoyment that appears cool and contemporary without mentioning the anxieties of the present, so everyone can relax. The word indie became synonomous with the most bland normal white boy guitar rock, it became the most sickening disgusting inoffensive positive garbage ever. it became rich and sterile and hedonic, not that indie wasn't always like this to an extent, it was partly just my own discovery of things. but bands like dino jr. pavement pixies sy mbv that i care little for now but at the time was being enraptured by seemed so special precisely because there was this distance between them and everything else and they were weird compared to everything else i knew. but i've totally gone all nostalgic which i think is a mistake and to be discouraged because its like a disability when it comes to music holding you back and keeping you conservative. when people start with the 'it will never be as good as it was back then because my memories are such a safer place than the uncertain future' then they're dead for sure.
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12.21.2009, 12:50 AM | #26 |
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i think the magic of something like that is that it's so hard to find so you're always searching and when you do chance upon it it means so much more. also because you see so little of it in your imagination it can blossom. this is what the words underground and independent and experimental are supposed to represent, the point is supposed to be not gorging on all the weird music you want because it just becomes normal, the point is the bounty that builds in your mind but that you can never get until you end up trying to make yourself. there was supposed to be a reason for this music being so unknown and obscure, its not supposed to become another niche market easily supplied to one select demographic among many by the multi faceted hands of the market, its supposed to be on the fringe for a reason. and the real weird still is, but it has a habit of being passed by because it doesn't have the same sharp sugary sparkle of the stuff you're addicted to. music becomes really important to people at a point where they feel they are in on it and everyone else is oblivious and irrelevant to it. so the personal symbolism of art relies on what can't be expressed to or found in the imeadiate other. maybe sy and those other bands are doing something like that for other people right now and i guess that's cool but its not happening for me with those bands anymore. anyway i'm tired now and have successfully typed myself to sleep so i'm off.
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12.21.2009, 03:40 AM | #27 | |
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That's a heartbreaking state, for sure. Theres another little life that exists swinging on the same pendulum, and that is of being so disenchanted with everything (including distrusting their memories, perhaps including bitterness of the past) that they cant hold onto past music nor relate to the future or current music as it passes....a truly lost state, bundled up cowering in the burrow of a dead tree. |
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