All the radios agree with all the TVs,
and the magazines agree with all the radios,
and I keep hearing that SAME DAMN SONG everywhere I go!
Maybe I should put a bucket over my head?
And a marshmallow in each ear,
and stumble around for
another dumb, numb week,
for another hum drum hit song to appear.
Fuel – Ani DiFranco
You know, I’ve heard the same Nelly Furtado song everywhere I’ve gone this week. I saw it on Video Hits at Hellen’s place on the weekend and since then I can’t get away from it. It’s in shopping centres and doctors surgeries and on adverts and in service stations. And it always seems to be on whenever I walk into the front office because those girls just love their commercial radio.
And they think MY taste in music is questionable.
Music reviews are annoying. Here’s the thing though – I can’t not read them. (Note for the grammar police: I know that’s negation. Bite me). I have been reading album reviews all week for three impending releases I’m particularly excited about –
August 8 – Ani DiFranco ‘Reprieve’
August 22 – The Mountain Goats ‘Get Lonely’
August 28 – Love Outside Andromeda ‘Longing Was a Safe Place to Hide’
Here at Crazyfangirl headquarters we can’t help ourselves. It’s kinda like a train wreck. Even with all this review reading, for some bizarre reason (lost even to myself at times) I try not to hear any tracks from an album before the scheduled release date. At least, before I get the album in my very own hands to hold and look at and touch and absorb. I feel like it somehow dilutes the whole experience. (I guess this is the same reason I try not to listen to an album at work the first time, or even in the car – it has to be at home, with my full attention, either on the stereo or through headphones, to pick up all the nuances).
I broke that rule first thing this morning when I read a review on Pitchfork for the track ‘Woke Up New’ by the Mountain Goats – a track from the new album. There was the review, giving the track 4 stars, rating it as John Darnielle at his heartbreaking best. And there was the mp3, pleading for download. So I did. And it is every bit as good as they said it was.
Its comments like this, though, that make me want to slap someone –
She’s learnt a lot from her embarrassingly dated trip-hop experiments from To The Teeth and she pushed into a more avant-garde/musique concrete direction with tape manipulations and distorted nature samples.
Learnt a lot? Whatever. Avant-garde/musique? Puhlease. It’s not that the comment is negative – contrary to popular belief I am capable of being somewhat balanced about even musicians I obsess about. It’s just that it’s so, I don’t know, wanky. Still, I’m excited to listen to the album myself and push my own pretentious, misguided views onto the mysterious world of the internets.
In other news, Adam Spencer is back. I am so happy about this I don’t even know where to begin. When my alarm went off and I hit snooze on Monday morning and I heard his voice, as I always do, thanking the newsreader and launching into the weather, I broke into an involuntary grin. I’m an idiot. It’s also cool that I read this -he has increased 702 ratings by 2% since he took over the timeslot.
I am not the only one who recognises the genius. It’s nice to know.