Thursday, June 29, 2006

The Sandbar

On Memorial day weekend I worked out a long list of facts supporting the thesis "bar/cover bands are the punkest bands". In the end, I never really bothered to put the full argument together, not because I thought that I didn't need to justify myself, but more correctly because I didn't know that people who could ask for such justification existed.

Alexander (Chief) Longrifle - Indian Man

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

This Week in Shows

Liars: Lee's Palace, June 21

Liars - Hold Hands and It Will Happen Anyway (live)

Whatever you might have imagined that a Liars show in support of the Drum's Not Dead album would sound like, the reality is that it has much more of the following than you might have expected: drums (which may not seem surprising, until you realize that the guitars are actually being played as drums), stimulants, and trans-gender costume changes. Each of these small surprises was enough to make me extremely happy to be standing inside the least air conditioned of all the Toronto clubs, but the highlight was undoubtedly the seemingly endless supply of energy channelled by the band throughout the whole show, despite the oppressive heat. The brand of noisy and experimental rock music the band does so well is easily turned to pretentious wankery in the wrong hands (as was the case when I saw Animal Collective earlier this year). Fortunately, the Liars attacked their instruments in a punk rock fashion, beating noises out of their drums and guitars that were at once jarring and refreshing to hear.

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José González, Juana Molina, Psapp: Trinity St. Paul's, June 26

Walking into a packed church and hearing an infectious bossa nova beat instead of someone preaching about Jesus was enough to make my day, but it was the first in a series of pleasant moments that would occur over the course of the night.

Psapp - Hi

Given that the two ladies that make up the core of Psapp began each song by reaching into a canvas bag with the word "Magic" written on it and pulling out a different ridiculous children's musical instrument to play along with their usual singing and violin playing duties, there was almost an infinitely small chance that I wouldn't like them. But the stage props, which also included homemade cat dolls that were thrown periodically into the audience, were indicative of a band that were actually having fun and making some playful music backed by enough creative and good ideas to make it far more interesting than most of the indie-pop clones that seem to be clogging up the internets these days.

Juana Molina - La Verdad
(live)

That one person is capable of making so many beautiful and strange sounds with their voice and just a few musical instruments is one thing. That they are able to do it alone in a live setting, in front of a large audience, and actually make it sound better than a recorded album is something else altogether. Whether imitating dog barking noises in the most musical way imaginable or creating layers of sampled loops that never seemed repetitive, Molina created sounds that were orchestral in scope and seemed almost out of place coming from such a small person, alone on stage.

José González - Teardrop (Massive Attack)

Of all the artists at this show, I knew José González the least coming in and was perhaps least excited about when I left. Undoubtedly, he plays beautiful, technically proficient music in his shy, understated way. But after a while, all the songs blended into one another until I found my mind drifting elsewhere. However, he was able to fully regain my attention with an outstanding cover of Massive Attack's "Teardrop" (thanks to Chromewaves for this recording).

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[Liars tourdates; Psapp tourdates; Juana Molina tourdates; José González tourdates]

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Easing back in:

A few months of many great shows has led me to this:

Mika Miko - 1st side of the 2nd press of the 1st 7"
Mika Miko is easily southern California's best band. On record, the music might not sound that interesting or new but that doesn't really matter when you're dealing with drums and guitars and drums and guitars. At the show it's fun music or music that you can have fun to, or at the very least, music for fun times. You can pogo or bop. You can arms-crossed. You can drink beer at an all ages venue. Man, they're touring, so go see them or better yet, book them.

Wee Papa Girl Rappers - Heat it up
Islands played a mega all ages youth action centre. The venue had the Die Hard video game. Why? reminded me of guys who brag about reading Beowulf in four languages. Cadence Weapon led me back to highly undervauled $1 records. If euro hip-house blows up, I will be a rich man.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

A Black Forest



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A Frames - Eva Braun


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This song is a burning, humid summer day. It's a Minor Threat cassette left in the sun that, despite only being able to play at one quarter the speed, sounds almost better than the original. It's a love song to the wife of one of history's great monsters. It's guitars amplified through abandoned soviet electronics in the desert of Afganistan. It's stoner rock for suburban kids making homeade opium. It's a barren landscape marked only by towering speakers and dead trees.

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A Cavalry of Light



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Lavender Diamond - You Broke My Heart

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I'm not sure if I've ever heard a more triumphant announcement of a broken heart. As the instruments pound away at their pleasantly repetitive melody in the style of a Salvation Army marching band, singer Becky Stark progressively grows in size, eventually towering far above the song and the listener by the end, invoking cavalries of light, fields of battle, and ages of love in such a way that you can hear them rumbling through your apartment, ready to bury your mundane life in a deafening chorus of hymns.

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P.S. Thanks David for introducing me to Lavender Diamond earlier this year.
P.P.S. You can buy their E.P. at the Lavender Diamond website.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing



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Josephine Foster - An Die Musik (Schubert/Schober)


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From inside a dimly lit parlour, infested with pipe smoke and chintz wallpaper, an acoustic guitar is strummed gently by a man wearing a very wrinkled suit and sitting perched precariously on the edge of an uncomfortable armchair. A woman enters the room and immediately begins singing beautifully from a nineteenth century German romantic songbook. She is soon joined by another singer who starts moving throughout the parlour on tip toes, swinging a gigantic electric guitar unpredictably as she moves, knocking expensive trinkets from the shelves and upsetting a number of plant pots. Even as the bright, distorted stabs from the electric guitar overcome the room, the man plays on undeterred although now following the singers through the room as they dance erratically, ultimately leading him out the room's only window.

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Thursday, June 15, 2006

Another good day




The original intention of popsheep was for Ian and I to maintain our favorite pastime of "you have to listen to this" . So when I heard all the Herman Dune covers I knew Ian needed to hear the screwed and chopped version of "Today was a good day". Screwed and chopped is a style of southern hip-hop remixing, that involves slowing music down vocals and all (screwed) and then using two copies of a record to make cuts back and forth, to repeat your favorite parts(chopped). This particular track was made by DJ screw(RIP) who created the style, which is said to have roots in sipping lean, a mixture of cough syrup and sprite. Dj Screw actually died because he drank too much drank.

Today was a good day - Dj Screw

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Black and Brown Blues Redux

Cover-songs have a tendency to be bad, but very occasionally a cover manages to either transcend the original or at least re-interpret it in a way that makes you listen to the song differently. David-Ivar Herman Düne a prolific recorder of covers, with a bunch posted on the Herman Düne website and on his Myspace page, and he leans towards the latter tendency, creating stripped down ukulele or guitar interpretations of songs that generally manage to bring out small moments of greatness.

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David-Ivar Herman Düne - Black and Brown Blues
(Silver Jews)

This is the first song I ever posted to Popsheep over one year ago, and it remains one of my favourite Silver Jews covers, and Herman Düne songs for that matter. The simplicity of the ukulele strumming along with the fantastically weird pronunciation of certain words in place of David Berman's deadpan, often flat delivery, does a nice job of highlighting the craftsmanship behind the lyrics, which are some of my favourite of all time. I especially like the line: "Well, the water looks like jewellery when it's coming out the spout/and nothing could make me feel better than a wet kiss on the mouth."

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David-Ivar Herman Düne - These Arms of Mine (Otis Redding)

This is just a very simple, sincere interpretation of a classic song that I never really bothered to listen carefully to prior to hearing this version. The pretty straightforward, repetitive lyrics are actually kind of sweet without being totally maudlin, and Herman Dune does a good job of bringing out that quality in a way that a big budget, overproduced cover wouldn't be able to do.

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David-Ivar Herman Düne - It Was A Good Day (Ice Cube)

Okay, maybe this song verges a little close to parody, which I think is often less than good when white guys use the disconnect between their middle class folk stylings and that of urban hip hop culture as the basis of the comedy. That said, I think this cover was done partially out of love and not complete incomprehension, although I find it hard not to laugh at the thought of David Herman Düne carrying an AK-47 or writing a song with lyrics like "and my dick runs deep, so deep, so deep it puts her ass to sleep". Actually, I guess it's pretty hard to read this song as anything besides a parody, but I think Ice Cube deserves to be mocked a little bit, especially with the string of crap family movies he's been spewing out over the last few years.

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Elsewhere on the internets, be sure to check out the great Mojave 3 cover of Bob Dylan's "Girl From the North Country" at Chromewaves.

Also, be sure to check out the Sunset Rubdown sessions over at Daytrotter.

And, finally, P-Fork has a pretty good Destroyer interview up right now which I quite enjoyed reading.

Friday, June 09, 2006

How To Play Guitar

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Jandek – Come Through With A Smile

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This essay on “How to play the guitar” by David Fair of Half Japanese expresses exactly how I feel about music.
I taught myself to play guitar. It's incredibly easy when you understand the science of it. The skinny strings play the high sounds, and the fat strings play the low sounds. If you put your finger on the string farther out by the tuning end it makes a lower sound. If you want to play fast, move your hand fast and if you want to play slower move your hand slower. That's all there is to it. You can learn the names of notes and how to make chords that other people use, but that's pretty limiting. Even if you took a few years and learned all the chords you'd still have a limited number of options. If you ignore the chords your options are infinite and you can master guitar playing in one day.
Traditionally, guitars have a fat string on the top and they get skinnier and skinnier as they go down. But the thing to remember is it's your guitar and you can put whatever you want on it. I like to put six different sized strings on it because that gives the most variety, but my brother used to put all of the same thickness on so he wouldn't have so much to worry about. What ever string he hit had to be the right one because they were all the same.
Tuning the guitar is kind of a ridiculous notion. If you have to wind the tuning pegs to just a certain place, that implies that every other place would be wrong. But that's absurd. How could it be wrong? It's your guitar and you're the one playing it. It's completely up to you to decide how it should sound. In fact I don't tune by the sound at all. I wind the strings until they're all about the same tightness. I highly recommend electric guitars for a couple of reasons. First of all they don't depend on body resonating for the sound so it doesn't matter if you paint them. As also, if you put all the knobs on your amplifier on 10 you can get a much higher reaction to effort ratio with an electric guitar than you can with an acoustic. Just a tiny tap on the strings can rattle your windows, and when you slam the strings, with your amp on 10, you can strip the paint off the walls.
The first guitar I bought was a Silvertone. Later I bought a Fender Telecaster, but it really doesn't matter what kind you buy as long as the tuning pegs are on the end of the neck where they belong. A few years back someone came out with a guitar that tunes at the other end. I've never tried one. I guess they sound alright but they look ridiculous and I imagine you'd feel pretty foolish holding one. That would affect your playing. The idea isn't to feel foolish. The idea is to put a pick in one hand and a guitar in the other and with a tiny movement rule the world.
Okay, maybe it’s not completely true that I feel the same way Fair does about music. If it was true, there would be a lot more Popsheep posts about Jandek, Half Japanese, John Cage, improvised music, and the Shaggs. The unfortunate reality is that I can only take so many of these kinds of songs before my patience runs out, no matter how much I appreciate the music on an intellectual level.

As a theory of music production, though, there’s no doubt that Fair’s theory is beautiful and, in many ways, inherently democratic. It’s about removing ego and posturing from music, about stressing participation in its creation rather than focusing only on its consumption. But the type of authenticity that Fair wants to promote (which is, from the start, kind of a dubious goal) is only part of what makes a piece of music enjoyable. The case in point might be my career as a guitarist. For whatever reason, I decided ten years ago that I would only teach myself to play, never really reading any books on the subject or taking any lessons. I think the idea was that I would maintain my own style, uncorrupted by formal education, with the stress always on improvisation and exploration. But, ten years later, the reality is that I still kind of suck at guitar, despite pretty regular practicing for that entire time, and still play in a roughly similar style to everyone else I know. While my hours of improvisation and fiddling about can often be extremely rewarding in the immediate sense, it has never really produced any songs worth putting to tape or posting on an mp3 blog.

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Destroyer – Nothing Against You (Bored Spectre)
Langley Schools Music Project – Space Oddity

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But then something comes along whose amateurness and lack of technical skill gives it a kind of immediacy that reminds me of why something like the essay above appeals so much to my musical sensibility. Early destroyer recordings like this one from Ideas For Songs, filled with flubbed notes and missed chords, are still some of my favourite despite, and perhaps because of, all their flaws. And it’s hard to deny the appeal of the amateurish enthusiasm of the Langley Schools Music project, particularly that guitar squall that comes after the countdown in this outstanding cover of Bowie’s “Space Oddity”.

Usually though, it’s the simplicity of the playing or the approach, rather than any profound or new way of conceptualizing guitar playing that gives these kinds of songs their lasting appeal. They’re not breaking any musical boundaries but are managing to invite a relationship with the listener that doesn’t seem possible in something like a Steely Dan or Shellac song. There’s plenty of less “outsider” genre examples of this. Think of the horrible yet great guitar solo on Joy Division’s “Shadowplay” or the opening guitar wankery on Redd Kross’s “Linda Blair”, or pretty much any part of Link Wray’s “Rumble”. These are moments of genius that manage to transcend their apparent simplicity and, from a technical standpoint at least, crappiness.

So, what I’m saying is that, while Fair’s variation on the “anyone can play guitar” theory can occasionally make for both aesthetically and intellectually satisfying snippets of genius (like the quite beautiful Jandek song posted above), it can more often than not make for a more difficult listening experience than is necessary. I’m personally of the opinion that making “difficult” music requires far more skill than making accessible music, and I’m pretty sure that both David Fair and Jandek are actually pretty good guitar players. I think a more honest theory might be that “anyone can make pop music”. Using a few chords and some good ideas, it doesn’t take much to make interesting, and often challenging, songs.

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I found the David Fair essay in this ILM thread. You can buy Jandek albums at this address. You can buy Destroyer products here, and the Langley Schools Music Project here.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Weekends of Sound

For your weekend enjoyment, here's some songs that have been posted a billion times already by bloggers everywhere but that I like more than everything else I'm listening to right now. More importantly, each song is from the kind of outstanding album that a single MP3 can never really do justice to. I'm especially into Camera Obscura's Let's Get Out of This Country right now.

Camera Obscura - Lloyd, I'm Ready To Be Heartbroken


While it's difficult not to compare this band to Belle and Sebastian, such comparisons are becoming increasingly off the mark, especially since Camera Obscura are making the kind of 60s cinematic twee pop that B&S have been unable to since at least Boy With The Arab Strap. In fact, I don't think B&S have really ever been able to produce the kind of sweeping wall-of-sound effect that makes Let's Get Out of This Country so awesome. This song, in particular, is like the musical equivalent of those pop-rocks candies: sweet, concentrated and explosive. Ok, maybe not explosive, but at least pleasingly peppy.
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Okkervil River - For Real

The big nostalgic revival in indie music right now seems to be the return of this particular kind of crunchy, early-90s-ish, emotive rock and roll. Not that this is a bad thing. Ladyhawk is perhaps the most unapologetic of this new breed of bands, but I hear enough Dinosaur Jr., Nirvana and Silkworm in this song to fill the nostalgic void that seems to grow inside me more the further I get from teenagehood . The sharp guitar stabs in the chorus and the yelping/half-screamed vocals alone are enough to make this song a permanent fixture on my daily playlist.
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Juana Molina - No Es Tan Cierto

I'm a recent convert to the music of this Argentinean songstress/actress, but everything I've heard so far has been outstanding. I'm very excited to be checking out her Toronto concert on June 26 with José Gonzaléz and Psapp. In particular, I'm curious to see how Molina recreates the lush backdrop of found sounds and layered instruments on stage.
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