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Post by Switch on Mar 18, 2011 15:34:44 GMT -8
Its been a long time since I have read any books. I used to read a ton of books. I have just lost interest in reading for some reason. This is not the case when I read your "record a day" stories. They always leave me wanting more like I am just starting a fantastic novel. Good stuff.
I went to the Residents myspace page yesterday since I knew you were going to the show and I wanted to just check out what they are about. I watched the video they have on their page, "Harry the Head". I love it. There is something so hauntingly wonderful and fascinating about it. I couldn't get the song out of my head.
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Post by Horned Gramma on Mar 23, 2011 9:20:45 GMT -8
3/23/11The Late Great Daniel Johnston: Discovered Covered It was a rainy October night in Salt Lake City. At the back of a narrow alley sits a group of utility sheds lit with strands of Christmas lights. An extension cord supplying power to a moldering pile of too many amps snakes through a gathering puddle in the middle of the floor. It's steamy and warm inside, and thirty or forty of us are getting impatient waiting for Daniel Johnston to take the stage. Kind of wondering if he's going to show up at all. Finally, more than forty-five minutes after his set was supposed to start, a white vans rolls up outside and a slobby, overweight manchild in a filthy white t-shirt plops out and wanders on-stage with an abused acoustic guitar. He strums and mumbles unrecognizable melodies for about twenty-five minutes and then walks off the stage and out the door. Into the van and away. I shake his hand as he passes me; he doesn't say a word. I have just shaken the hand that has shaken the hand of the Devil. I understand that especially for a lot of younger music fans, there is a kind of Emperor's New Clothes quality to the music of Daniel Johnston. His voice is like air squealing out of a balloon, his chops are non-existent and the recording quality of his best material is comparable to a little boy who just got his hands on his first voice recorder. If one were to get the impression, listening to Daniel Johnstons classic albums like Songs of Pain or Yip/Jump Music, that you were hearing an insane person pounding his fists on a cheesy keyboard in his parents' basement in an effort to keep the evil at bay, that impression would be correct. What you might be missing is that he is singing the songs of one of our truly great songwriters, on a level with Leonard Cohen or Tom Waits. Daniel Johnston has the melody gene - yet to be isolated - which is I think an evolutionary advantage he shares with the greats like John Linnell and George Gershwin. His lyrics are brutally honest and raw; self-effacing, utterly poetic and beautiful. Through bungled piano chords and scratchy, no-fi home recordings it takes some effort to find the perfection in these songs, which is why The Late Great Daniel Johnston: Discovered Covered is such a handy introduction to his body of work. Discovered Covered is more than just a tribute/covers album. It features two discs, one which is a greatest hits of sorts for Johnston with his warts-and-all personal recordings. The second disc is the same set of songs, sequenced identically, with covers by a legitimate powerhouse of bands and musicians: TV on the Radio, Beck, Bright Eyes, Death Cab for Cutie, M. Ward, The Flaming Lips, Sparklehorse, Clem Snide, eels, Gordon Gano of the Violent Femmes, Guster, Tom Waits... the list goes on. The benefit of this unusual format is surprising: not only do these affectionate re-imaginings bring to the foreground the simple perfection of Daniel Johnstons songs, but in the tone of the individual tracks as well as the songs each performer selects we see deeper into the musical vocabulary of Wayne Coyne, Conor Oberst, Eef Barzelay and the rest. We see just how much these songwriters were influenced by Daniel Johnston on a very fundamental level. Death Cab's cover of 'Dream Scream' gives the impression that every song Ben Gibbard ever wrote is just layers of tissue piled onto the skeleton of a Daniel Johnston song. TVOTR's 'Walking the Cow' sounds like it could have been theirs first, until you hear the original and realize they hardly modified it at all. Beck's 'True Love Will Find You in the End'... yeah, Beck owes his whole existence to Johnston. It's a loving and respectful overview of the music of a man who has inspired almost every one of the songwriters we love today. Clem Snide covering one of Johnston's best-known and best-loved anthems, 'Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Your Grievance', keeps in tact Johnston's silly, uneducated mispronunciation of the word 'grievance', singing it as 'gree-vee-unce'. It's not even a word, but that's how Daniel wrote it and that's how it is. Tom Waits' take on 'King Kong', which in its original form is just Johnston summarizing the plot of the original film in an atonal a capella - emphasizes the mighty thunder that must have been rolling in Johnston's head when he recorded it. As someone who loved these songs already, hearing them performed by different voices sheds new light and meaning on the originals; as a new fan approaching his catalog, it is an indispensible tool for beginning to understand Johnston's language. The downside -- sorry about this Switchy -- is Bright Eyes' cover of 'Devil Town'. My opinion of ol' WKD notwithstanding, it is the worst cover I have ever heard of any song. Worse than Madonna's 'American Pie'. Worse than anything you can imagine. It takes the simple, brief, mournful verse of one Johnston's best pieces and turns it into a shameful blues rocker with a weeping guitar solo. It misses the point in every conceivable way. Too bad that it wasn't until years after this comp's release that Spike Jonze's film adaptation of Where the Wild Things Are came out, because Karen O's cover of my personal favorite Johnston tune 'Worried Shoes' from that film would have been a perfect replacement for it. Those who haven't seen the documentary about the man, titled The Devil and Daniel Johnston, I can not recommend it strongly enough. Daniel Johnston is severely bi-polar and probably mildly schizophrenic. Off his medication, he is a danger to himself and others. Through an unbelievable amount of vintage video and audio recordings of his life, you get the sense that Daniel Johnston - who wanted only to be a rock star like his hero John Lennon - really did sign a contract in blood; made a wish on some treacherous monkey's paw to be loved and revered as a songwriter. He got his wish, and undoubtedly sacrificed his soul and his sanity for it. Whether or not you believe in the Devil, Daniel Johnston does. He feels him looking over his shoulder every day, he sees his face wherever he has not made sanctifying marks against him. He truly believes that he made the choice to be damaged and forsaken for his art, and as far as I am concerned that makes it true. So this one serves several purposes. Both discs taken in succession reveal the delicate art of recording covers of sacred material. It is an ideal primer for uninitiated but curious Johnston fans, and also will fill in a few gaps in the 'Rarities' column of several of your favorite bands. Johnston recorded one new track for his half of the set, a throwaway titled 'Rock This Town', but for Johnston completists it's nice to have. Some of you may never be able to really enjoy the man; his aesthetic just is not for everyone. But if you can sit and listen to this set without gaining respect for Daniel Johnston as a songwriter, that will really call into question who has lost their soul and who hasn't. Compare and contrast:
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Post by Switch on Mar 23, 2011 11:51:51 GMT -8
3/23/11The downside -- sorry about this Switchy -- is Bright Eyes' cover of 'Devil Town'. My opinion of ol' WKD notwithstanding, it is the worst cover I have ever heard of any song. Worse than Madonna's 'American Pie'. Worse than anything you can imagine. It takes the simple, brief, mournful verse of one Johnston's best pieces and turns it into a shameful blues rocker with a weeping guitar solo. It misses the point in every conceivable way. I can agree with that. It probably isn't a good song choice for any band to try to recreate. Bright Eyes should have been capable of recreating more of a simple and mournful sound than what they did create though. |
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Post by Drew on Mar 25, 2011 14:56:07 GMT -8
Mods - Is the original thread intentionally stickied and locked? Just wondering.
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Post by Horned Gramma on Mar 25, 2011 15:02:07 GMT -8
This is the original thread; it got moved here, and the placeholder in the Music Related section was locked and then stickied so that people (mostly casual readers) will still know where to look for it.
I was nervous about the move at first; I've already heard from people outside the board who have this thread bookmarked, and now they say the bookmark is a dead link. I gave Fox the go ahead to move it but if I get anymore reports about confusion I might ask him to move it back again.
I dunno; the Hall of Fame is a nice thing, but to the casual observer having this thread on a shortlist that includes a thread about the Magnetic Nutsacks and one about Longboarding might not give the impression that this board produces a whole lot of quality.
Mixed feelings. We'll leave it where it is for now.
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Post by Drew on Mar 25, 2011 16:22:32 GMT -8
I noticed it was moved, I was just wondering if the sticky on purpose. I think we should unsticky the locked thread and make everyone update their bookmarks. Takes like a second. Or just move this one back.
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Post by emptyfox on Mar 25, 2011 16:51:56 GMT -8
I noticed it was moved, I was just wondering if the sticky on purpose. I think we should unsticky the locked thread and make everyone update their bookmarks. Takes like a second. Or just move this one back. It was stickied automatically because the original thread was already stickied. Since the thread is something I want people to be able to find, I left it that way for now. The sticky will come off once people have had sufficient time to find it's new home. |
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Post by Drew on Mar 25, 2011 17:16:39 GMT -8
Sounds good. Just curious.
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Post by Horned Gramma on Mar 29, 2011 13:08:36 GMT -8
3/29/11Radiohead - The King of Limbs The Universal Sigh was a promotional item handed out at locations around the world on the day of the release of Radiohead's eighth studio album, The King of Limbs. It was a newspaper which included stories, artwork, fake ads and internet addresses/digital codes which related to the themes on the album itself.[/i] =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Ok, so this was an interesting experience. The Portland location -- one of two -- designated for the distribution of The Universal Sigh was at 3610 SE Hawthorne Blvd. Most of the people who showed up this morning for the event, myself included, assumed it would take place at Jackpot! Records, one of Portland's more reputable record stores, which is located about a half block away. Some quick googling before I left the house this morning revealed that the address given actually corresponded with a place called the Waffle Window (a window that sells waffles). I called the Waffle Window and they said no, it'll be at Jackpot!. So I was waiting outside Jackpot! Records when they opened at 10:00am this morning. They told me they had nothing to do with it, but they reiterated that the paper boy was scheduled to arrive at 1:00pm. I loitered in the vicinity of the Waffle Window, buying a cup of coffee or tea every 45 minutes or so until around noon when a cold, over-caffeinated group of confused Radiohead fans began to gather wondering if they were in the right place. The people inside the Waffle Window -- having fielded calls regarding this all week long, apparently -- were becoming impatient. So were we. Around 12:30 a man and a woman approached carrying messenger bags loaded with The Universal Sigh. They quickly and efficiently passed them out to the crowd, informing us that they were required to take a photograph of each of us holding the newspaper. Ever since the release of Radiohead's Airbag/How's My Driving? EP in 1998 -- the first official release following OK Computer -- I have been as fascinated by Radiohead's visual aesthetic as much as their music. Airbag/How's My Driving? came in a digipack with a booklet attached, and the artwork, like most of Radiohead's artwork at the time, was designed to look like the safety and evacuation instructions you find inside commercial airliners. It's vague sociopolitical surveys and passive menace were incredible; I remember hiding it from my parents because the word 'penis' was printed on one of the pages. The Universal Sigh is full of short stories, artwork and such that are not terribly dissimilar to what we found inside of Airbag/How's My Driving?. It's something that I would have paid for, just because I'm a collector and in particular a sucker for the promotional material that Radiohead give their fans when a new album surfaces. Remember the alternate CD booklet hiding under the oil-black disc tray in Kid A? The little red hardbound book that the special edition of Amnesiac came packaged in? Those were cool things for the fans to have; I still have them all somewhere, safely lost. They were also a cleverly manipulative way to get you to buy the album twice. My experience waiting for The Daily Sigh was different. When In Rainbows was released, the sudden reveal and pay-what-you-will structure had the effect of causing all of us to listen to, absorb and react to the music at the same time and avoided internet chatter that would pre-dispose our opinions of the record. Radiohead used a similar approach when they released The King of Limbs digitally several weeks ago, but they realized that something was missing from the experience. I myself didn't even realize what it was until I'd been sitting in the rain and wind for more than two hours this morning and it suddenly occurred to me that I was doing something that I hadn't done in almost ten years: standing in a line of people outside of a record store, waiting for the big moment. Talking to fans (strangers), getting excited, wondering what the hell, exactly, was going on. We didn't know; the people at Jackpot! didn't know, and the people at the Waffle Window sure as hell didn't. It was a nice throwback, and in an honestly almost awe-inspiring way was a perfect example of the way that Radiohead keeps burning the torch that illuminates the esoteric and intangible qualities of being a lover of music. I listened to The King of Limbs once before today, when it was streaming on the day of its release. Without even consciously making the decision, though, I didn't download it and I waited until today to pick up the LP (which as a nice bonus came with a beautiful Stanley Donwood lithograph). I very much look forward to the process of familiarizing myself with it and making an honest decision for myself where it fits in their discography. What happened today was something that felt special; something that probably no other band could have attempted with such success and with such a clear vision of the desired effect. They could have just shipped these newspapers to the record stores and people could have grabbed one from the counter when they purchased the record. It would have been a cool little trinket, stuffed inside LP sleeves and casually glanced at. Instead it was an experience and a memory. There are a couple of Portland raindrops on my copy of The Universal Sigh and on my lithograph; if I were concerned about resale value that would be a problem. As it is, those raindrops only raise the personal value of these items. There's still nobody like them. Not even close. I went out this morning, tired and grumpy, feeling obligated to be in the time and place to get the latest useless collectible from one of my favorite bands. The newspaper is cool, and I believe a quick scan of the QR code on the back page will link to a picture of myself standing outside the Waffle Window shielding my copy of The Universal Sigh from the rain. I'm going to remember this day.  
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Post by Drew on Mar 29, 2011 13:26:57 GMT -8
So, how's the album?
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Post by Horned Gramma on Mar 29, 2011 13:31:32 GMT -8
Irrelevant to the sentiments in that post. Personally I love it; there's a lot there and I'm looking forward to feeling it out. That post was born in the 'New albums to look forward to' thread, but it got long so I moved it here. You don't have to consider it canon R.A.D. if you don't want to; it's more just personal thoughts on music geekery centered around a particular record, like the piece I wrote about that Nice album, or the Golden Shoulders one. |
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Post by Drew on Mar 29, 2011 13:43:04 GMT -8
Ha, I really liked it, I was just poking fun.
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Post by Horned Gramma on Mar 29, 2011 14:41:38 GMT -8
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Post by J. Walter Weatherman on Mar 29, 2011 14:45:25 GMT -8
He's really not.
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Post by Horned Gramma on Mar 29, 2011 15:15:15 GMT -8
Thanks, dubz. Reals, when I saw that I was like HO DAMN. Now The Radioheads are going to think I'm fat.
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Post by J. Walter Weatherman on Mar 29, 2011 15:16:27 GMT -8
Nice name change. Think I might have to jump on this bannedwagon.
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Post by Friendly Destroyer on Mar 29, 2011 15:59:13 GMT -8
Now The Radioheads are going to think I'm fat. That was funny! |
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Post by StormyPinkness on Mar 29, 2011 16:49:18 GMT -8
Are you gonna cry all day, crybaby?
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Post by J. Walter Weatherman on Mar 29, 2011 16:49:46 GMT -8
This kid is so totally not cool.
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Post by Blacksmile on Mar 30, 2011 10:51:59 GMT -8
Great post H3G. Loved it when you mentioned that waiting for the newspaper was akin to waiting for an album on the day it came out. It has been many years since I had the opportunity to sttand in the cold waiting to be one of the first to hold the newest album in hand! I honestly think the last time I did that was when Pearl Jam released Vitalogy on vinyl 3 weeks before the CD. I miss those days, so thanks for nostalgia trip.
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