97X (woxy.com) has been playing "E-Pro" off of Guero, the forthcoming Beck album. It's become that sort of "single of the moment" for me (ie: I can't stop myself from playing this song over and over).
From what I've heard so far, it's a departure from Sea Change, which I like to call "Beck Gets Sad". I like Sea Change, but if E-Pro is any indication, Beck has decided to Bring The Rock this time around.
I've also been listening to the Hell Yes EP. It sounds like Beck remixed with a Gameboy (and it very well might be). The songs BIT RATE VARIATIONS IN B-FLAT (Girl) and BAD CARTRIDGE (E-Pro) sound like the lost Beck score to Super Mario Brothers. This is not a bad thing.
I got all this stuff via iTMS. Damn you, one-click, damn you.
I had a very strange dream last night:
I was living somewhere in Western Europe, working at some sort of musical instrument shop owned by Mrs. Atkinson, my high school ASL (yes, American Sign Language) teacher. Mrs. Atkinson had left earlier in the day for Germany with some sort of youth orchestra that she managed/conducted/whatever, so I'm running the shop alone. I'm supposed to drive to Germany after I close up to help her out with the orchestra thing.
Just as I'm about to close the store, this man and his daughter come in, wanting to buy a green oboe we have in the corner of the store. I think to myself that I should probably dust off the oboe and check it out before giving it to the daughter to try. As I pick up the oboe, I'm a little amazed that it's a) made of metal b) lacking a large number of levers I tend to associate with woodwinds c) got a mouthpiece like a flute. I have no idea how to play the oboe (in the dream, or in real life), so I blow into it, press some levers, and then hand it over to the daughter.
After a few minutes, the father comes to me and tells me that the oboe is playing a little flat. I look over at the daughter and the oboe; the reed she's using is made from cork and shaped like a styrofoam cup. "Well, yeah," I think. I can't get a hold of Mrs. Atkinson on the phone, so I tell the man to come back another day. Then I drive to Germany.
I picked up some new new music yesterday. Initial impressions:
1. The Fiery Furnaces - EP
Despite the name, this is more of an album than an EP (10 tracks).Whatever it is, it's fucking awesome. I thought Gallowsbird's Bark was a good album, but I was turned off by what I had heard of Blueberry Boat. "Well then," I thought, "that's that." EP is so good, it makes me want to go out and buy 5 copies of Blueberry Boat and give each of them a second chance (actually, this is an exaggeration, but I'll probably go down to Borders and buy *one* copy after I finish this journal entry).
2. The Postal Service - We Will Become Silhouettes single
Eh. Nothing particularly fantastic on this. Probably worth exactly the $5 it cost.
3. Flunk - Morning Star
I've recently rekindled my torrid love affair with 97X, the Oxford, Ohio radio station that started me down the path to music obsession. They've gone internet-only recently, and the move has only made them better. They've been been playing some tracks off this album recently and I've liked what I've heard. It tickles the part of the brain dedicated to processing sexy European music (Beth Orton, Air, Björk, Mellow, Portishead, Hooverphonic, etc). You can listen to 97X at woxy.com or by looking them up in the iTunes radio listing.
4. Metric - Old World Underground, Where Are You Now?
I basically picked this up because of the Emily Haines connection to Stars and Broken Social Scene. I haven't really played this much (been listening too much to EP), but I have high hopes. Is it just me, or does it seem like everything from Canada just rocks lately?
Kick 'em in the face, taste the body.
16 Jens, 10 Jennys, and then there was her.
