Folk Spirit (If Not Form)
Charalambides - "Pas El Agoa"
Charalambides co-founder Tom Carter
works hard and
rants intriguingly. And when he picks up his guitar, he usually tears the world a new organ of admittance. He is the final point of intersection between Fahey and Hendrix, a conjourer of bristling American ghosts.
Here's a cut from Charlambides' micro-legendary debut
Our Bed Is Green, well worth
purchasing.
Deep Down Inside, He Was Hurt
Clarence Carter -
"Patches"Sometimes, life is barely worth living. But we must go on living it as long and as well as we can. If we fail to do so, we risk pissing off our dead relatives.
summer of death through misadventure
Sonic Youth:
"Jams Run Free"It’s almost summer, and it surprisingly actually kinda feels like it in Boston today. No doubt you’re already thinking about what your summer jam will be. I’ve never really understood why people want, nay,
demand a song to define their summer for them. Perhaps I’m ignorant, but that doesn’t seem to happen with any of the other seasons. But, shit, I do it too, or at least allow it to be done to me, so who the hell am I to disagree. My early odds-on favorite for the summer of ’06 (the summer of death through misadventure) is
”Jams Run Free”, by acclaimed recording artists
Sonic Youth. It’s their catchiest song since I was in high school, at least, and that little three-note guitar line they play throughout is beautifully simple and insistent. It likes to hang out in my head. And the lady’s voice doesn’t sound like my grandfather gargling this time, and even the noisy bits near the end are like 73% sunshine and cotton candy, at least when compared to something like
EVOL (which is still, you know, completely awesome, and better than this record, but whatever). But mostly it’s the lyrics that’ll keep this blasting all summer, or at least that one amazing lyric, “we love the jams / and jams run free”. ‘Cuz the summer’s all about the jams and freedom and love and running, and when August is winding down, and the memories of scholastic resumption kick in instinctually and ineffectually, this song will still be there to warm the unknowable nether regions deep within us all. And then it’ll be 20 degrees and snowy for six months and I’ll want to destroy New England.
delayed
(I wrote this two weeks ago; been busy, folks)Picchio Dal Pozzo:
"Merta"Sorry for the lack of updates; the sickness had me last week. My health has returned to me now, though, and that brings us to
Picchio Dal Pozzo's
"Merta". I basically spent last week floating around in a daze, at least from Wednesday morning through Saturday night, or so. I've no idea if the disorientation was due to not eating for three days or because of some form of head ailment. Either way I was one confused fellow. During the nicer moments it felt sort of how "Merta" sounds, a nice gentle drifting that goes well with bedrest. Mostly it wasn't so pleasant, though.
"Merta" is the first track on the excellent
Prog Is Not a Four Letter Word comp on
Delay 68, as compiled by Andy Votel. You should definitely seek this out.