Wednesday, March 12, 2008
 
OH GOD
The Comas
Conductor
Yep Roc : 2004
[Buy It]

omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod omigod ...

BREATHING ROOM
Rafter
Sex Death Cassette
Asthmatic Kitty : 2008
[Buy It]

...pant, pant...

Oh my god!

GLASS PIANO
Glossolalia
Black Sail
[unreleased]
http://glossolalia-blacksail.blogspot.com

I am getting a piano today.

At last, a piano of my own!

HEAVEN IS A TRUCK
Pavement
Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain
Matador : 1994
[Buy It]

When you're moving heavy things, the guy with the truck is your master. And the guy with the truck says, "today," so off I go.

7 DAYS
Acid House Kings
Sing Along with Acid House Kings
Twentyseven Records : 2005
[Buy It]

This means I don't have much time to write today, and the next installment of my local music series will have to wait a week.

METAMORPHOSIS 1
Philip Glass
Solo Piano
Sony : 1989
[Buy It]

But I'll leave you with some lovely piano music in the meantime.

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Wednesday, January 10, 2007
 
SHOUSETSU
Radicalfashion
Odori
Hefty : 2007
[buy it]

I like "dreamy" music, sure, but I love music that actually replicates the stuff of dreams. This seemingly benign composition by Japan's Radicalfashion frightens me in ways I can't quite pin down. It holds me in such perfect thrall that I don't want to say to much, save that I think it has something to do with the sense of dreamtime imposing itself on the waking world. The lovely piano nocturne is pure aether, but the rhythm track is staunchly corporeal; they hold each other in a trembling suspension, like a memory just on the verge of recollection. Do you hear it as a semi-lucid deathbed reverie too, or something entirely other? I'm listening to it right now, and everything banal in my little office seems transformed, imbued with the ineffable significance of dreams. My cigarette, in a bright shaft of sunlight, looks like something bleeding underwater. The paler sunlight playing on the walls, come to think of it, looks sub-aquatic as well, as if I'm in an aquarium. Submersion is one of the music's qualities, then, but there are others - ordinary objects are transformed into portents; I feel as if I could read the scatter of pens on my desk as if they were the bones of a bird. Birds, too, suffuse this song, ruffling dark feathers, held aloft by their delicate and perfectly balanced bone structures. Images flip and transpose, all sky-bound. Stars or starlings? Either way, it's a pleasure to observe their gentle pirouettes earthward, bathed in whatever soft glow, for these several breath-arresting minutes.

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