maybe even you

I was driving into Boston yesterday when the new patti smith song "april fool" came on. gorgeous. another example of an artist who continues to impress across the decades. when it came on, though, it took me a minute or two to place it. in that minute I saw ghosts. 

here's april fool - take a listen and buy the album on patti's site [link]. then follow my neuroaudial (yes I made it up) path and visit some old friends.

"come, be my april fool" - unmistakeable voice.

but mistake it I did, as the sound carried me back to an LA band I first heard in france. I loved french record shops in the late seventies - you could ask to listen to the record before you bought it! the clerk would nod toward one of the glass-walled booths, you would go in, and as near as I can recall, you could stay until the whole side was over.

that's where I was introduced to rory gallagher, telephone, and the motels, whose eponymous debut album included this track (sadly, I couldn't find a copy of "porn reggae," my favorite song of theirs). listen to martha davis' vocals and you will see (hopefully) why patti's voice on the april fools track put me in mind of her. debbie harry of blondie has it too, especially when she shows off her jazzier side. I think it's the torch singer effect - plaintive on top, but with a reservoir of strength below...

motels, total control

ok, back to april fools. toward the end of the song another ghost appears in the distinctive guitar figures. richard lloyd was another one of those french record store discoveries. his work on alchemy led me to discover television's 1977 classic marquee moon and tom verlaine. 35 years later, the smith tune was bringing back memories of verlaine? a look at the album credits solved the mystery - verlaine, in fact, plays guitar on the track. listen to him at 2:30 on april fool and tell me it doesn't hearken back to marquee moon at around 8:45, when the television cut takes a brief detour into some kind of garcia-esque noodle party.

television, marquee moon

crazy how the mind works.

Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros: 40 Day Dream (via Pitchfork)


On paper, Alex Ebert (a.k.a. Edward Sharpe) and the 11-12 musicians comprising the Magnetic Zeros sound a lot like those obnoxious dudes down the street who think it's 1969, especially if your street is located in Williamsburg, Echo Park, or some other hip crossroads of irony and earnestness. Ebert ties his hair into a makeshift crown while performing. The band drives around in a converted school bus. Said bus is driven by a guy named "Cornfed." The whole operation sounds like an exercise in empty nostalgia, but as "40 Day Dream" indicates, there's nothing affected about Ebert's songwriting chops.

Like its obvious Motown antecedents, "40 Day Dream"'s keening strings and Ebert's theatrical delivery make the song sound like a man at the end of his tether, when in fact he's just really happy to be in love-- "the magical mystery kind," lest you think the Magnetic Zeros are all honesty and no postmodernity. Punchy percussion is "40 Days"' most captivating and crucial feature; it helps the song maintain buoyance through two lengthy breakdowns, and neutralizes some of the melodrama endemic to lyrics concerning new love. Ultimately, the song unfolds and evolves beautifully, letting the listener bask in layers of ebullient analog sound, handclaps, and an infectious chorus. These techniques might smack of hollow revivalism, but the overall effect is utterly sincere

MP3: Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros: "Day Dream"

— Susannah Young, July 1, 2009

Cee-Lo: fun song, indecorous name (via Pitchfork)


When Marvin Gaye found out his girl was ditching him on his version of "Heard It Through the Grapevine", all he could do was pine after her. The same goes for Motown heroes the Temptations on songs like "(I Know) I'm Losing You" or even the Supremes on "Stop! In the Name of Love". But even though they were wallowing, an indignant stubbornness came across; away from the microphone, they might chew an ex out more bluntly. A few decades on, Cee-Lo does just that, exploding with an instrumental steeped in 1960s pop while taking supreme joy in flipping some golddigger the bird.

Even in our cuss-addled times, calling a song "Fuck You" will get an automatic novelty spin. But while Cee-Lo modernizes the language, he's sure to make the song craft as timeless, efficient, and repeatable as any number of golden oldies. Like "Hey Ya" before it, "Fuck You" gets by on a generation-spanning simplicity, and, coming from Cee-Lo's mouth, the title phrase actually isn't illicit at all. It's beyond happy. Cathartic. It could be the new "Sesame Street" theme. It could play at a wedding, and your grandmother would hobble to it. It's post-censorship. The radio version replaces "fuck" with "forget," and it may as well not exist.

[from the forthcoming full-length The Ladykiller; also from the "Fuck You" single, available 10/04/10 via Elektra]

— Ryan Dombal, August 23, 2010

Shamantis - J. BIEBZ - U SMILE 800% SLOWER (via SoundCloud)

Not a shamantis tune. Just need to host this somewhere reliable to show people!
Download:


http://www.mediafire.com/?aenvebe86u0d7ha
here as well!
follow me on twitter! i always do random projects like this alongside my actual music: @Shamantis
Warning! Troll alert: http://photonwaveorchestra.bandcamp.com/Massive shoutout to /mu/ for making me laugh haha. take my song and speed it up 8x if you dont believe me.
Also: I never claimed this song to be my own. It's obviously Justin Beiber's. I just timestretched it using PaulStretch. :)
Proof about Photo Wave Orchestra/IM NOT LYING! : http://audioboo.fm/boos/168021-echoes-across-the-astral-wastelands-speed-up
ALSO THIS:
One final thing: I don't claim this to be any sort of MY OWN talent resonating. All I did was put the song through Paulstretch. Anyone can do that. Please stop thinking I'm a douche.