Young pyramid pulses in gray window sapphire reverie; meanwhile at home, the toddler Bird is learning to walk / Other things I equal / Reissues
I watched TV for a few minutes and became tremendously negative and snippy. I had a great conversation with Brian just now and things are hopefully moving right along.
In other news, here is part one of my favorite moments in music. I feel like I haven’t blogged explicitly about music I like since 2002, so here we go. Do you need me to podcast this to you?
My favorite moments in music: Part 1The Beach Boys, Pet Sounds, “God Only Knows,” the snare (as in 2:09). Leeds nights on scrambled TV, dark chewed couches and Django singing outside of my gramma’s windows in dreams, Anna in my apartment after her shift at the ice cream shop, disappeared into the night with her one bag. Moon over the oilcans.
The Who, every radio station, “Baba O’Riley,” tape loop of the first few seconds on repeat for eternity
Mainliner, Mellow Out, “M,” 0:56-1:07. The riff that made me want to riff. I punched through a ten foot cement wall the first time I heard this. I threw my arms in the air and smashed holes in the sky and cut my hands on the shards. My dead grandfather’s grayblue face and hard eyes in paint on 2nd floor of 11 S 43rd.
The Beatles, Magical Mystery Tour, “Strawberry Fields Forever,” 0:10-0:15 – let me take you down cause I’m going to… (crash). Stevey in hippie gear rolling down York Ave, Kate and I walking on the beach in 2001, the wave that never breaks or advances, but continually rolls in onto itself just offshore.
The Beatles, The White Album, “Helter Skelter,” first seventeen seconds. Best Beatles song. The motivator from dusty floors.
The Beatles, Magical Mystery Tour, “I am the Walrus,” 2:00-2:18. Golf-claps from the memory balconies for this one. Navigator / Narrator / Nay-sayer. If you don’t know now ya know.
-1348-, Six Girls in Search of Heaven, track one through the Romeo and Juliet tape loop. Winter depression of ’04-’05 perfectly encapsulated and replayable for curious audiences. String people dancing the terror dance in tattered bedclothes, obsessive compulsive need to check the locks ten or twenty or fifty times, sleeping next to each other but finding the bed colder for the effort, riding the gary fischer home at 5:30AM to breaking dawn still awake and thinking how could it be this warm out in February.
Fennesz, Endless Summer, “Endless Summer,” especially warm sound from 6:25 that repeats at 6:42 – 6:54 and then on beat for the rest of the track.
Boards of Canada, Music Has the Right to Children, “Roygbiv.” Was “our song” once on canal paths. Moving aside in tunnels and riding a foot over the rail, just a pothole or a swerve or the least lapse in confidence from oily water and a ruined bike. Bums whistling on the bridge over the Pershore Road and it was all true summer in the summer of 2003. Seeped back mysteriously or never left and I’m pitched down on my back on PEEPS floors rolling through time, dancing with the permanent light dancer who has always and will always be with me, one way or another.
Sleep, Jerusalem, “Jerusalem.” Up on the aquaduct, burning my shoes in smoldering fire, Blaine and Mike swimming below in the dark. Golgotha
Swayzak, Dirty Dancing, “Buffalo Seven,” 0:43. The only person riding a bike in Birmingham drunk night. Straight story on the highway, marathon distance, out to nowhere and back to a cup of tea, cradling a dark nut that grew from my stomach into a kingdom of black trees.
Olivia Tremor Control, Music from…, “Define: A Transparent Dream” from 1:19-1:23. Age 19 on I-76 in the night.
Youngs / Kawabata, s/t, first thirty or so seconds before Youngs starts singing. Attic of my gramma’s house one time and look, my mom was young once too.
Velvet Underground, s/t, “Some kinda love.” Maybe this is just my favorite song in all.
Sun Ra, Atlantis, “Yucatan (Saturn Version),” 0:00-0:53. I am there —
Sunroof!, Bliss, “Columbine Kisses 1 + 2,” “Chirrups of Certain Being.” Prophecy
Muslimgauze, Sufiq, “The Girl Who Sleeps With Persian Tulips.” The good
Muslimgauze, Hummus, “Monsoon.” The bad
Tony Conrad, Four Violins. The ugly
Lost focus toward the end, this is supposed to be about parts, not about songs, maybe I will have to redo this list later when I reread it.
Most blogging I have ever done in a week since starting Dust?!!?!