December 22, 2011
"There seems to be something in the chill breezes which scurry through the long, narrow thoroughfares productive of rueful thoughts. Not poets alone, nor artists, nor that superior order of mind which arrogates to itself all refinement, feel this, but dogs and all men. These feel as much as the poet, though they have not the same power of expression. The sparrow upon the wire, the cat in the doorway, the dray horse tugging his weary load, feel the long, keen breaths of winter. It strikes to the heart of all life, animate and inanimate. If it were not for the artificial fires of merriment, the rush of profit-seeking trade, and pleasure-selling amusements; if the various merchants failed to make the customary display within and without their establishments; if our streets were not strung with signs of gorgeous hues and thronged with hurrying purchasers, we would quickly discover how firmly the chill hand of winter lays upon the heart; how dispiriting are the days during which the sun withholds a portion of our allowance of light and warmth. We are more dependent upon these things than is often thought. We are insects produced by heat, and pass without it."

— Theodore Dreiser, in Sister Carrie, pp. 87-88. Hey, maybe capitalism and Christmas aren’t such a bad combination.

December 17, 2011
"The finale in an automated parking garage in Mumbai (yes, the movie goes from Dubai to Mumbai) suggests the rising and falling elevators of ‘Donkey Kong,’ and the suspense is heightened — as is everything else — by composer Michael Giacchino, who does more variations on Schifrin’s Mission: Impossible theme than Beethoven did on Diabelli’s."

— David Edelstein, in his review of Mission: Impossible—Ghost Protocol, published in New York Magazine. More variations on the M:I theme “than Beethoven did on Diabelli’s”! Tee-hee!

December 2, 2011
"We discovered and enjoyed the only true Bohemia. Every day and night we repaired to one of those palaces of marble and glass and tilework, where goes on a tremendous and sounding epic of life. Valhalla itself could not be more glorious and sonorous. The classic marble on which we ate, the great, light-flooded, vitreous front, adorned with snow-white scrolls; the grand Wagnerian din of clanking cups and bowls, the flashing staccato of brandishing cutlery, the piercing recitative of the white-aproned grub-maidens at the morgue-like banquet tables; the recurrent lied-motif of the cash-register—it was a gigantic, triumphant welding of art and sound, a deafening, soul-uplifting pageant of heroic and emblematic life. And the beans were only ten cents."

— O. Henry, in his short story “The Plutonian Fire.” The quote is from p. 8 in Selected Stories of O. Henry, as published by Barnes & Noble Classics. Delicious descriptions of sound punctuated by the brilliantly unpretentious last line. Hilarious!

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November 21, 2011
"[Ellen] Willis’s partisans aver that she got out [of rock criticism] while the getting was good, while [Paul] Nelson’s mourn the loss of his genius. I believe the opposite. Nelson was right to get out. Rock’s hero quest has been a dead end since circa 1980 — there’s Springsteen, that’s one, and then there’s, well, Bono, who it’s impossible to imagine Nelson taking seriously for a host of reasons good and bad. But I think Willis would have been better off staying. She was a powerful thinker, and though she never wrote enough she almost always wrote well when she did. But as someone who spent 15 years extricating himself from her politics and is so glad he did, I say continued attention to her beat would have changed those politics for the better, sensitizing her to mass pleasures, countercultural anxieties, class antagonisms, and racial contradictions she lost touch with. Mere attention wouldn’t have done it, though — she would have had to enjoy it. And it’s my guess that for writers as gifted as Willis and Nelson never to have found language to describe music means that in the end they didn’t enjoy music for all it’s worth. When Ellen and I were feeling our way through the music of the ’60s, we scoffed at such notions. But we were wrong."

— Robert Christgau, in his article “Pioneer Days,” just published online at the Barnes & Noble Reader. This leaves me completely breathless. He’s not my favorite writer for nothing.

November 21, 2011
"It’s no coincidence that Gen X’s greatest artistic legacy is probably grunge, which is all about glorifying marginalization and alienation. Millennials, though, have been forced to live lives on the periphery, when they had always expected that they would be at the center. As [Noreen] Malone points out [in her article “The Kids Are Actually Sorta Alright”], the Fleet Foxes, led by 25-year-old Robin Pecknold, sing about thinking that they were ‘special snowflakes’ but finding that they are in fact ‘cogs in some great machinery.’ In contrast, the most famous musician from Generation Catalano is probably 34-year-old Kanye West, who actually is something of a special snowflake—and at the same time that he has released some of the best music of the last few years (and gotten very rich off of it), he’s also been engaged a very public battle with himself. Like West, Generation Catalano is never fully comfortable with its place in the world; we wander away from the periphery and back again."

— Doree Shafrir, from her article “Generation Catalano” over at Slate. Recommended by Aaron Foster, a friend and cheese importer who is having his (deserved) five minutes of fame over at NPR as I type this. Malone’s article was published in New York Magazine.

November 9, 2011
"If the Red Hot Chili Peppers acoustically covered the 12 worst Primus songs for Starbucks, it would still be (slightly) better than this. ‘Loutallica’ makes SuperHeavy seem like Big Star."

— Chuck Klosterman, in his review of the Lou Reed/Metallica collaboration Lulu at Grantland. For non-nerds: SuperHeavy is Mick Jagger’s recent (competing?) supergroup with Joss Stone, Dave Stewart, Damien Marley, and A. R. Rahman. Big Star released Radio City in 1974; you should own it.

November 8, 2011
"To speak of the numbers that underlie both musical plays and films is to speak of … the complex interplay of lyric and music, word sound and musical sound, verbal idea and musical idea that marks the best American film and theater songs … Americans hear and, consequently, understand these verbal-musical bundles automatically; the words and music of the best American film and theater songs fit so snugly that their conjunction seems ‘natural.’ Only by pulling words and music apart does one hear careful art coyly masquerading as simple nature."

— Gerald Mast, in Can’t Help Singin’, pp. 3-4. “The interplay of lyric and music,” “word sound and musical sound,” “verbal-musical bundles,” and “their conjunction seems ‘natural.’” Yes, yes, yes, and yes. Words matter. Words are musical. Go forth. Tell others. I heart American song. It is the site onto which I demonstrate my patriotism ;)

November 1, 2011
EW Jazz Poll: Best Jazz Albums of the 1960s

Today I revealed the results of the Expert Witness community’s first-ever jazz album poll over at Robert Christgau’s MSN.com music blog. For this poll I asked voters to choose their ten favorite jazz albums recorded in the 1960s. Voters could define “favorite” and “jazz” however they wished, and were asked to allocate points to each of their ten albums as per the Village Voice’s Pazz & Jop poll’s points system. A full list of the EW Jazz Poll’s rules is available here. I wrote some pre-game commentary here, and some post-game commentary and individual ballots are available in the comments section of Christgau’s MSN blog. Below are the results, compiled from 29 ballots. Please note that Robert Christgau did not vote in this poll.

1. Miles Davis, In a Silent Way 238 (19)

2. John Coltrane, A Love Supreme 233 (17)

3. Charles Mingus, The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady 136 (9)

4. Miles Davis, The Complete Live at the Plugged Nickel 92 (7)

5. Albert Ayler, Spiritual Unity 80 (7)

6. Eric Dolphy, Out to Lunch 79 (8)

7. Duke Ellington, Meets Coleman Hawkins 61 (6)

8. John Coltrane, Live at the Village Vanguard 60 (5)

9. Duke Ellington, Money Jungle 58 (6)

10. John Coltrane, My Favorite Things 57 (6)

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October 29, 2011

Recent album covers for the jazz group Mostly Other People Do the Killing (and their saxophonist John Irabagon) parody more-famous classic jazz albums covers. And they make this jazz nerd giggle. Though there aren’t many of us jazz nerds, we remain strong. We are the <1%.

October 29, 2011
"[Slim] Gaillard stands as jazz’s premier comedian-eccentric, the hepcat as novelty artist to end all novelty artists. Gaillard laughed in rhythm, barked in rhythm, clucked like a chicken in rhythm; he made up his own language, then adapted it to Spanish, Hebrew, Arabic, Incan; he was so fond of the suffix “rooney” (as in “You got the federation blues-o-rooney”) that when introduced to Mickey Rooney he asked what his last name was."

— Robert Christgau, reviewing the Slim Gaillard compilation Laughing in Rhythm: The Best of the Verve Years in 1994. “He was so fond of the suffix ‘rooney’ … that when introduced to Mickey Rooney he asked what his last name was”—that, my friends, is some funny shit. Like an idiot, I didn’t realize Gaillard is the Slim in Slim & Slam. You might know “The Flat Foot Floogie.” If you don’t know it, what are you waiting for?

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