2006 In Music - The Crane Wife

The Decemberists – The Crane Wife

There will be much debate about whether The Crane Wife or Picaresque is the better album. In my opinion, Picaresque had a greater number of catchy, memorable songs. But The Crane Wife has something else, that X-Factor that just tells me this is the better album.

Every song on this album is good, but what makes this album great is the story of the poor farmer and his Crane Wife. Like the vignettes on Picaresque, here we enter the world of a character and we feel his pain. But, unlike Picaresque, we visit this man’s world three times, the first as he experiences his lost, and the second and third times in the events that lead up to the first. It’s the way we have to piece together this man’s story, and why we is in such pain that makes the three Crane Wife songs special.

It must be said that The Island is an immense achievement. This has got to be the best track they’ve ever produced (I’m not as enamored with The Tain as some people are), but then again I’m a sucker for long tracks that borrow from ELP and Jethro Tull.

Even if some of the songs on The Crane Wife sound a little more traditional then Picaresque, the lyrics certainly aren’t any more traditional. Even When the War Came, which sounds the least Decemberists-like of any of the tracks on the album, contains lyrics such as:

“And the war came with a curse and a caterwaul

And the war came with all the poise of a cannonball

And they're picking out our eyes by coal and candlelight

When the war came, the war came hard”

That is classic Meloy.

The Crane Wife also has the better ending in Sons & Daughters. There’s no coda here like Of Angles and Angels is on Picaresque, letting you down after the high that is the Mariner’s Revenge Song. The Crane Wife ends on a high, taking the high after Crane Wife 1 & 2 and wrapping you in Sons & Daughters. Ending with the chorus “Here all the bombs fade away”, we are left with a reaffirming statement in this age of uncertainly. In typical Decemberists fashion though, you’re left wondering what the characters in the song were running away from. What horrible thing has left them in these bunkers and demands that they leave their “tracks untraceable” as they leave?

I love the sound of this album. Picaresque had a sort of “wall of sound” style to it that made it difficult to hear the individual instruments. Everything seemed to blend together. On The Crane Wife, the production seems much clearer; the instruments have more room to breathe and you can make out individual details easily. It’s intoxicating, really.

2006 In Music: Fox Confessor Brings The Flood

Neko Case – Fox Confessor Brings the Flood

This was the first album this year that completely blew me away. Rabbit Fur Coat was special, but Fox Confessor is on a level that can only be described as transcendentally awesome.

“The Voice” meets lush instrumentation meets thick, cryptic lyrics. This album wraps you in a warm blanket of sound, hands you a cup of cocoa, and shows you sad films.

After I fell in love with “Fox Confessor” I’ve been basically trying to buy everything else that Neko Case has done (I still need Canadian Amp, and I guess I’ll have to buy the Austin City Limits session when it comes out on CD). Her progression from basically singing straight country songs on The Virginian to becoming darker and more cryptic on Furnace Room Lullaby and Blacklisted, to the hauntingly beautiful wonder that is Fox Confessor Brings The Flood is astonishing.

Some may chide this album for being too short; that she took 4 years to follow up a 40 minute album with a 35 minute album, but I disagree. These songs may be short, but they’re not missing anything. It seems like she simply decided that there was no point to stringing out songs that were already complete for the purpose of adding a few more minutes to the album.

2006 In Music - Ys

Joanna Newsom - Ys

Wow.

A good album has some catchy melodies or fun lyrics that get stuck in your head. A great album alters your reality so that for that ephemeral period you spending you listening to it, you become lost in another world, another place, and music becomes an experience.

Joanna Newsom’s Ys has that quality. In the first few seconds of “Emily” you become transfixed. Suddenly, as “Cosmia” ends, you snap out of your trance and realize fifty-five minutes have whizzed by. It’s hard to pick a “best song” on this album because they’re all incredible. “Only Skin” must be given special mention, but then so must “Emily” and “Sawdust & Diamonds”. These are all incredible songs filled with cryptic, beautiful images. They feel as if we are walking through Ms. Newsom’s memories. Joy, loss, love, pain. It’s all here.

That a woman singing poetry and playing harp can have this kind of transcendental effect is a testament to the brilliance of the songwriting on this record. These songs flow like streams. No, these are not just songs, but epic poems put to music.

People are calling this an “important” album. What does that mean? Somehow, I don’t think there will be too many bands adding harpists because of Ys. What this album is though, is a surprise. Milk-Eyed Mender is decent, but Ys is incredible. When an artist produces something like this, it shocks people. I think a lot of people felt that Joanna Newsom’s 2006 album would be good, but it was not expected to be incredible. People expected things from the other artists on this list (Decemberists, Flaming Lips, Neko Case, etc), but not Joanna Newsom. In a lot of ways, Ys is this year’s Illinois, another album who’s predecessor showed potential brilliance but that turned out beyond anyone’s expectations.

Ys is the album that, above all others this year, made me say “Wow”. I can’t call if the best album of the year, because any of these five albums could be that, but this is the one that had more of that “X-Factor” than the others did.

2006 In Music: Rabbit Fur Coat

Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins – Rabbit Fur Coat

By 2005, Jenny Lewis had undeniably become an indie-pop "it girl". But, that status came with a price…One began to get the feeling that people appreciated her more for her style and beauty and than for the substance of her music. I mean, at the core of “A Better Son/Daughter” or “Does He Love You?” can be found great songwriting, but Rilo Kiley is at its heart a pop band containing two former child actors, one of which happens to be a cute woman. Attributes like that will unfailingly invite the scorn of the supercritical Radiohead-worshipping Indie Illuminati.

And so, Rabbit Fur Coat begins with an announcement: This is a woman who wants to be taken seriously. This is a woman who can wrestle with “The Big Guns”. Stand up and listen or be left behind. This is not a Rilo Kiley album. It’s something new and different…A “re-imagining”, if you will, of Jenny Lewis.

At the same time, this is an album that’s also playful and funny and relaxed, because that’s who Jenny Lewis is. This is not just more Rilo Kiley, this is something new and different. This is music that is folky without being anachronistic; thoughtful without being pretentious; fun but not bubble-gum. In many ways, this is an anti-gospel album; taking the gospel sound and creating songs of doubt.

The contribution of The Watson Twins to this album should not be forgotten. The harmonies are one of the things that really make this album special. Without their backing vocals, this album would seem lifeless and if they had chosen to simply double track Jenny, it would seem overproduced. Without them there would undoubtedly be a void. The choice to bring on these two sisters gives the album an air of genuineness that’s sorely missed on a lot of records.

This isn’t Jenny Lewis recording a solo album, this is Jenny Lewis creating her own work of art.

One thing I love about this album is the Traveling Wilburys cover Handle With Care featuring Jenny Lewis with M. Ward, Ben Gibbard, and Conor Oberst. It’s as if this generation of twenty-somethings and thirty-somethings is stepping forward to pick up the reigns rapidly being left by the aging generation of musicians (Harrison, Dylan, Orbison, etc) who laid the foundations of pop music in the 50s and 60s…Reigns which the mainstream has yet to hand to anyone of substance.

2006 In Music: At War With The Mystics

The Flaming Lips – At War With the Mystics

At War With the Mystics was probably the most controversial album of the first half of the year. Clearly, people wanted another Yoshimi and they didn’t get it.

Is this album as good as The Soft Bulletin or Yoshimi? No. Those albums were masterpieces, and this one falls ever so short. But, is it one of the best albums of 2006? Yes, I think it is.

In fact, this is a brilliant record that hopefully, will someday be recalled for its own brilliance rather than what people wanted it to be.

There is a theme running through this album, and it can be found in the title. We are at war with the mystics. We know who the mystics are. They believe they know better then us. They are the first to defend the status quo and the last to evolve socially. The Renaissance and the Enlightenment were two blows to the mystics. The American Revolution was a more modern blow to the mystics. The Emancipation Proclamation was a blow to mystics. The New Deal was another. Brown v. Board of Education was another. We know who the mystics are.

We are at war with the mystics because we have to be. The future of civilization depends on it. It always has, always will. Socrates was at war with the mystics. Jesus was at war with the mystics. Galileo was at war with the mystics. Voltaire was at war with the mystics. Thomas Jefferson was at war with the mystics. Charles Darwin was at war with the mystics. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was at war with the mystics.

This is a political album. But, it’s not political in the sense of when you sit around a table with your friends at 3:00AM discussing how the world should be run, not in “The McLaughlin Group” sense of what some Senator said this week. Ten, twenty, fifty, one hundred years from now The W.A.N.D. will still be a song that means something to someone because it’s a song about the people rising up and taking control. It’s a protest song in the classic sense. It’s like something Pete Seeger would create if he were to be born on a starship in 3000AD. There has always been a need for songs like that, and there probably always will be, because we are always at war with the mystics.

Why are we at war with the mystics? Because greed and hubris and hate and ignorance are all part of the human condition. Each of us has their own battle to fight with the mystics:

It's a very dangerous thing to do exactly what you want

Because you cannot know yourself, or what you'd really do

People have criticized The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song for being annoying and overly silly, but you really have to listen closely. It’s really a short essay on ethics:

If you could blow up the world with the flick of a switch

Would you do it?

If you could make everybody poor just so you could be rich

Would you do it?

If you could watch everybody work while you just lay on your back

Would you do it?

If you could take all the love without giving any back

Would you do it?

Our quest for a more peaceful, more civilized form of existence as a species much happen within each of us before it can happen to the world as a whole. None of this is new of course, philosophers like Kant and others have been saying these things for centuries. But they didn’t say it in four minutes, fifty one seconds at the beginning of a psychedelic indie-rock/post-punk album.

So, we are not just at war with the mystics, we are at war with ourselves. Witness Vein of Stars:

Maybe there isn't a vein of stars callin' out my name

They'll glow from above our heads

Nothin' there to see you down on your knees

25, 26, 27

Back from the future maybe there ain't no heaven

There's just you and me

Maybe that's all whose left

And if there ain't no heaven

Maybe there ain't no hell

This is not a song about rejecting organized religion. It’s a song about accepting the possibility that your favorite version of the truth is not in fact the truth. In order to respect other human beings and coexist peacefully with them, we must always accept the possibility that we are wrong. Those who cannot accept this become fanatics:

You think you're radical

But you're not so radical

In fact, you're fanatical

Fanatical

My favorite track on At War With the Mystics is the driving guitar cataclysm Pompeii am Götterdämmerung. This is what it sounds like when the mystics win. We listen as a loving man and woman are obliterated by forces they cannot understand.

I say to the naysayers, how can you say that this album not live up to expectations when it has a track like Pompeii am Götterdämmerung? It may be the best track they’ve ever recorded.

This album is not Yoshimi and it’s not the Soft Bulletin, it’s something that was clearly intended to be different…And it’s something that needed to be done.

2006 In Music: Notable Mentions - Part 3

This notable mention started off as a little quickie bit of text about the album and turned into a full blown essay...As a result, it deserves it's own post: 

Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton – Knives Don’t Have Your Back

I wanted to love this album…I really did…

Let me go back. My introduction to indie music came in the form of a free download of Metric’s Combat Baby on the iTunes Music Store in what to have been late ’03 or early ’04 (because iTunes for Windows was new). Before this time, I mostly listened to classic rock, and in some ways I was bored. My roommate (who listened to Linkin Park, Metallica, and some country shit I’m glad I don’t know the name of) jokingly challenged me to find something from the last 10 years. Before that free track, I had no idea that the kind of music I wanted to listen to existed. A doorway had opened.

The next year, my dorm was filled with iTunes users, and we all swapped music through the music sharing feature. There was a girl upstairs who was into tons of girl rock stuff and she had Old World Underground, Where Are You Now?, which I promptly fell in love with.

Metric led to Broken Social Scene and Stars…Investigation of other Canadian music led to the New Pornographers, Destroyer, and Arcade Fire…To make a long story short, Emily Haines was basically my introduction to indie music and thus the gateway to this awesome stuff I’m listening to today.

Which is why I really wanted to love Knives Don’t Have Your Back. But I didn’t.

This is not a bad album; not by a long shot. But, in a year of awesome and surprising solo albums from other female artists, it just doesn’t impress the way Jenny Lewis’s album did or sounding interesting in the way that Amy Milan’s album did, or sound as soulful as Chan Marshall’s. A solo album should be a showcase of an artist’s capabilities, and while there is clearly talent displayed on this album, we don’t see every facet of the artist. Where is the more wistful Emily of Calculation Theme or Anthems For A Seventeen Year Old Girl on this album? This is an album that sounds too much like a rainy day. I know that Emily Haines tends to gravitate toward the dark and foreboding, but we already know that she doesn’t have to! That’s what made Old World Underground, Where Are You Now?, where she sounded much more multi-faceted, so great.

This is not to say that there aren’t good songs on Knives Don’t Have Your Back. Mostly Waving sounds like a good Metric song that’s been slowed down. It’s full of classic Haines tongue twisters, and those horns are intoxicating. Reading In Bed approaches the kind of range I wanted to hear on this album. If you’re in the mood for downer music, it doesn’t get much better than The Last Page. Doctor Blind is clearly another high point, one that will get caught in your head for at least a week.

The real high point of the album, though, is the awesome packaging. It’s done like a hardcover book, with the booklet attached to the binding to become the pages. Interspersed in the lyrics are X-Rays, of all things. The back cover has an “author photo” of Ms. Haines and a reviewer’s quote. I love the way that Knives Don’t Have Your Back seems to tower over the other CDs in my collection.

This is a good album…The problem is that I was expecting a great album.

2006 In Music: Notable Mentions - Part 2

Camera Obscura – Let’s Get Out of This Country

I’ll tell you a secret…Any time I’m angry or ticked off, I can just listen to some Camera Obscura and feel better. I’ve come to the conclusion that this Scottish twee-pop must contain natural mellowing agents or something…In any event, I haven’t yet decided if Let’s Get Out of This Country is better than Underachievers Let’s Try Harder, but that’s because the latter is a favorite of mine, not because of any fault in the album.

Amy Millan – Honey From the Tombs

Amy Milan = Electro Pop, right?

Apparently not. Honey From the Tombs is a folk album…Not only that, but this is a good folk album. Touché, Ms. Milan.

I’ve got to say though, the album cover sucks. On first glance, Amy looks like she’s dressed up like a Gestapo agent’s mistress. It gives you the impression this album is full of goth screaming or something.

2006 In Music: Notable Mentions - Part 1

My Brightest Diamond – Bring Me the Workhorse

This is an infectious album that will hopefully be someday seen as the solid beginning to a great career. Shara Worden has a classic voice…It would be just as home in Mozart’s time as it is now.

Cat Power – The Greatest

This album is rather low-key compared You Are Free, Cat Power’s last album. But, it seems to be more musical, more subtle, more professional, and more complete sounding. Supposedly, this album was recorded in a series of days in between Chan’s drinking binges, which is amazing. This is a quality release, and while it didn’t blow me away, I can’t find fault with it.

Tilly and the Wall – Bottoms of Barrels

“Bad Education” was my favorite song about a transsexual from 2006. Team Love should be proud they have these guys.

2006 In Music

The year 2006 rapidly recedes behind us, which means that it's time for anyone who considers themselves even slightly interesting in music to post their "List" of the best music of the year.

I'm not comfortable with lists though.  How is one to judge that any one of five incredible albums are better than each other?  What makes this one #4 and that one #5?  I don't know, and frankly, I don't care.  Simply put, 2006 was an astonishingly good year for music. 

So, the way I'm going to handle this is that first, I'm going to post a series of honorable mentions...Albums that were in fact very good but didn't totally knock me off my feet.  Then, I'll be posting my five favorite albums, in no particular order.

I was planning to post these mini-reviews slowly, over a period of days, but I'm sick of twiddling with them, so instead, I'll post them as separate posts but they'll get posted all at the same time.

QotD

Via NeoGAF's Johan van Benderschlotten:

"It's ok that you people have bad taste in music. The world requires lots of you to go around and perpetuate the shitty dynamic that the RIAA covets. Feel good about yourselves and pat your collective back tonight."

Oh, So That's What He's Saying

Part of the joy of buying the new Decemberists album after listening to the leak for a month is finding out what Mr. Meloy is actually saying.  Like, finding out that your favorite song is actually about a rape.

Come and see!

Dear Amazon

Dear Amazon,

Do you understand what the word "shipped" actually means?  See, I don't think you do.  Apparently, when you say "shipped", you actually meant "I told the mail carrier to pick up a package".  That doesn't not mean shipped.  Shipped is the past tense of ship, and to ship means the package has moved away from the warehouse.  Shipped means the fracking package has made its fracking way out the door and is on it's merry way to my doorstep.  By definition, a package cannot have shipped and at the same time still be sitting on a dock somewhere waiting for the mail truck.  It's one or the other.

At the same time, don't tell me a package has shipped 30 seconds after I ordered if if I ordered it at 9:00PM on a Saturday night.  Then I know you're lying immediately.  At least allow me to enjoy the illusion that my package has actually shipped.

We Have To Touch People

One of my all-time favorite quotes...Jacob Bronowski captures in just a few minutes what I could take a lifetime to explain.

From the Knowledge or Certainty episode of The Ascent of Man.

Updating the List

You may recall that way back in February (my how time flies) I posted a list of 27 albums (I said 28 at the time, but miscounted) I had purchased because I had previously downloaded them from the Internet.

Here's 15 more albums I've purchased since then:

A.C Newman - The Slow Wonder
Camera Obscura - Let's Get Out of This Country
The Decemberists - The Tain
Dire Straits - Brothers in Arms
The Flaming Lips - At War With the Mystics
Mission of Burma - The Obliterati
Neko Case - Fox Confessor Brings The Flood
Neko Case - Blacklisted
Neko Case - The Tigers Have Spoken
The New Pornographers - Mass Romantic
The New Pornographers - Electric Version
The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema
Rilo Kiley - The Execution of All Things
Sufjan Stevens - The Avalanche
TV On The Radio - Return to Cookie Mountain

That brings the grand total to 42 albums I've legitimately purchased (i.e. bought the disc from a real store; no AllofMP3 nonsense here) simply because I downloaded them first and liked what I heard.  Oh the horrors of file sharing.

I have a suspicion that within a few weeks I'll be adding The Crane Wife, Knives Don't Have Your Back, one or more Laura Veirs albums (Carbon Glacier and Year of Meteors), and perhaps that old classic Tarkus to this list.

Studio 60

Sorkin is back.

Television is saved.

That is all.

9/11/01 and 3/19/03

Today, the fifth anniversary of 9/11, was for me, a very confusing, conflicted day of reflection.  Part of that was watching Keith Olberman.  He played clips of Cheney lying on Meet the Press and Russert catching him.  He played Matt Lauer confronting the President this morning on the torture issue...In the Oval Office.

The press is beginning to wake up from the slumber it's been in for all of these years.

Then I watched the conclusion of The Path to 9/11 on ABC. 

I will say this about the movie:  There were undeniably parts of it that were pure bullshit.  There was clearly an attempt to make the Clinton Administration look more at fault than the Bush Administration.  But, with that said, it was riveting television and was very well filmed. 

In the middle of the 2+ hour Part 2, ABC stopped the movie for the President's 9/11 anniversary speech.  He spent 20 minutes turning a speech about 9/11 into a speech on his failed War in Iraq.

Then, the last section of movie played.  I watched as our government's helplessness on that day was resurrected in vivid docudrama.

At the end, the movie quoted the 9/11 Commission Report's finding that we have done little to make this country less vulnerable to terrorist attack today than it was on 9/11/01.

By this time, I needed some nice, soft music.

9/11/01 is the date this country's path irrevocably changed.  But we, as a nation and as a people did not change that day.  When we woke up on Sept 12th, we were not different people.  We were the same people trying to make sense of a horrific tragedy.

The date we changed was 3/9/03.  The date we invaded Iraq.  The date we lost our soul.  We cheered our troops on as if we were watching a football game.  We accepted our President's explanations as if they made sense.  We did not ask questions.  We did not require proof.  We became the aggressors.

Now, we are not a nation wounded by a cowardly attack.  We are a nation wounded by a foolish war we could have avoided.  We have shown that we are no better than the ones we call our enemies.

The anniversary of 9/11/01 lays in the shadow of 3/9/03.  These events have been forever intertwined.  We cannot mourn the one without experiencing the frustration and pain of the other. 

Best Year In Music?

So I was thinking about 2006 in music...It's been a good year with Rabbit Fur Coat, Fox Confessor Brings the Flood, At War With the Mystics, Return to Cookie Mountain, The Avalanche and sheer awesomeness like The Crane Wife and Emily Haines's solo album yet to come.

But compare that to some of the music years of the past.  For example, here are the highlights of 1971:

• All Things Must Pass
• Aqualung
• Blue
• Electric Warrior
• Hunky Dory
• Imagine
• L.A. Woman
• Led Zeppelin IV
• Meddle
• Pearl
• Sticky Fingers
• Tarkus
• What's Goin On
• Who's Next (which, if you ask me, is the best rock album of all time)

WOW.  It's hard to imagine a year that huge today, even with the current upswing in great music from the indie scene.

Windows Live Writer

Blogger is one of the slicker things I've seen on the Internet, but lately I've been getting fed up with it's rich text editor.  It seems like unless you write things in a certain order (like quoting and italics), it's too easy to have things screw up.  I'm not sure if this is a problem with Blogger and Firefox or just Blogger in general, but it happens.

So, it's very cool that Microsoft has released the Windows Live Writer (which I'm using to write this now).  Basically, it's a normal Windows desktop app with an Office-like look that lets you post (despite the name) to basically every popular type of blog.

Kudos to Microsoft for coming up with something this cool and making it broadly compatible.

And It's Not Even From Pitchfork

I've stumbled upon what may be the most pretentious music review ever written. This is truly shocking in it's self-importance and pomposity...

PopMatters review of The New Ponorgraphers' 2005 album Twin Cinema (which is an excellent album, by the way):

Regardless of the fact that he works in an entirely different medium, Newman appears to be settling into the parameters set forth by Sarris's 1962 "auteur theory". Sarris's thesis (itself an extension of François Truffaut's politiques des auteurs, published in a 1954 edition of Cahiers du Cinéma) argues "over a group of films a director must exhibit certain recurrent characteristics of style, which serve as his signature". Later, in his book The American Cinema, Sarris would offer further clarification: "Ultimately, the auteur theory is not so much a theory as an attitude, a table of values that converts film history into directorial autobiography. The auteur critic is obsessed with the wholeness of art and the artist. The parts, however entertaining individually, must cohere meaningfully."

Like Alfred Hitchcock's storyboarded mise en scène or John Ford's pitting of solitary figures against the expansive backdrop of Monument Valley, Newman's giddy music, drunk on its own effervescence, is such a stylized idealization of pop's possibilities that it can't be anything but auteurism.

Keep in mind this is about an album. Apparently, because it's called Twin Cinema, that's a license to go wandering into French cinema.

Quote of the Day

In keeping with today's theme of webcomics-related posts...Here's the QotD:

"Is chintzy one of those racist code words, like "gyp"? I await the terse communiques from Lower Chintzia."

-Penny Arcade's Tycho Brahe

By the way, the first Penny Arcade book, Attack of the Bacon Robots, is worth every penny (heh). It's a funny thing shelling out $13 for something that you can get for free, but the book is really the ideal way to read any comic. It feels more fluid to read; easier to consume some how. Now I'm thinking about buying the first Starslip Crisis book and the new Wigu book...Should Questionable Content ever be available in book form, I may swoon--or something.