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Living the Dog Daze: Buster Rides Again
Hey everybody! Buster here. Tim's crashed out on the couch after being out all night (again) doing something called 'work'. He tells me I wouldn't like it and he's right, 'cause I don't like it when he's gone all night. He's tired almost all the time and a little goofy when he does come home. I'm not worried about him or anything 'cause, believe you me, I've seen him a lot worse.
However, I have noticed that he hasn't been writing about music much here, being all self-involved ( I swear, you'd think he was like a CAT or something) and documenting every little change in our lives lately. Which come to think of it has kinda been more interesting than what I've found in his record collection. But in the interest of music journalism and because I got some time to kill when he's gone, I'd like to offer my thoughts on some of the music I've been listening to these last couple of weeks.
And please, don't anybody tell Tim that I can type and/or operate a CD player, 'cause if'n he finds out he'll have me vacuuming the place and maybe even cooking dinner. And I am the original lazy dog that the quick brown fox of legend jumped over. Capishe? Anyway on to the reviews.
Public Image Limited: Metal Box
Boy howdy, this one's a real mess. The bass and drums sound like an out of synch washing machine and the singer's got one of those caterwaulinh muzzeininic things happening, all 'ay-yaiyiiaaaii', well it doesn't translate into print too well, but it sounds like he's had to many lunches at the Gunga Diner, if'n you know what I mean. Tim swears by it, though, I mean he get's all close to dancing when he plays it. I think it plays to his natural antisocial tendencies and that the theme of alienation that practically drips off this sucker makes him feel, oddly enough, at home.
Kate Bush: The Red Shoes
Ok, this one's more like it. Kate Bush sings like an angel who's been hitting the flask a little. Loose but holy. The songs range from dance numbers that throb like intelligent aerobics to science fiction r&b jams with the likes of Gary Brooker (Organ/Procul Harum, the 'Whiter Shade of Pale' guys) and Jeff Beck (one of the few guitarists I like better than Tim) along for the ride. This one really gets my tail to waggin' and there ain't nothing wrong with that.
Sonic Youth: Daydream Nation
One of those 'important' records that I just don't get. It sounds like 2 jet engines being dragged across gravel at 2 in the morning, Tim said 'Hell yeah' when I apprised him of this simile. I can't figure that boy out. Maybe it's that old 'alienation' thing that attracts him to music that grates on the nerves. I guess he just likes grate music. heh heh heh. (Dog humor)
The Smiths: The Queen is Dead
I gotta go down on record as saying I love the Smiths and I especially love the fact that Tim likes them, too. Gives me hope for the boy's soul, y'know? There ain't a mean bone ( I love bones) in Morrissey's lyrical body and the guitar orchestrations of Johnny Marr are always surprising, inventive and just plain sound good! There's a humor to the pathos here, something that many other bands in Tim's collection clearly lack. I mean, why are bands like PiL and Sonic Youth so freaking serious all the time? Or do I just fail to see the humor? I can't say for sure but, boy that Sigur Ros really cracks me up. It's like I was saying to Freddie the cat that lives next door the other day. 'You gotta love a bunch of Icelanders who invent their own language and play electric guitars with cheese graters and uh, oh, I gotta get going, folks, I hear the skinny kid at the door.
In closing, I'd like to thank all of you who've been wishing us well (especially you, Lily, grrrr-rrrow!!!!) and to remind you all that Lou Reed is not washed up. Is he?
Posted by: timbyrnes at 17:17 |
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