Showing posts with label fleet foxes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fleet foxes. Show all posts

I Am Not Above a Top Ten List: Matt's Albums of 2008

The Album: A dying expression of creativity? A sonic dodo? Perhaps sometime in the sooner-than-you-think future. Or perhaps only a wilting Phoenix that will rise from the ashes to confirm to the human race that no one song can stand alone--ever.

There's so much that goes on in a year that I can say with 100% confidence I am forgetting a LOT of music (which also tells me I need to better organize my music collection). Nonetheless, here are the ten I came up with in the span of 45 minutes whilst staring at the wall.


Beach House: Devotion
To give credit where credit is due, I did not know a thing about this band until they appeared on the Gift Horse top friends (where I would I be without the brilliance of Tom?). Devotion makes me want to live out of a car and cruise the highways between Arizona, Nevada, and California for the rest of my life. What I mean by that, I can't clearly express. I just have to leave it at that.

Beach House also shows me what it would be like if
Chan Marshall was the lead singer of The Zombies and they all went in on a Holy Grail.

Cat Power: Jukebox
Speaking of Chan Marshall, her early 2008 release Jukebox was something I had to stumble upon later in the year. Her cigarette charred, stained glass voice is enveloping. To be very cliche, she doesn't just sing the words, she honestly does live them out every time she performs. A highlight of the year was seeing her performance at Bonnaroo streamed online. Below is a clip of her covering "I Feel" by The Hot Boys. Her drummer is also noticeably hammered.*

*To his credit the drummer is Jim White, the extremely talented Australian drummer of The Dirty Three.

Colour Revolt: Plunder, Beg, and Curse
I was in New Orleans for Halloween and missed their set by an hour. I was in Athens the next week and was right on time. Their performance is one of my top shows of 2008 (if such a list might be conjured). Please listen to this album from a handful of very talented Oxford, MS gents.


Department of Eagles: In Ear Park
I've talked enough about this band. Here's the album if you haven't had a chance yet:




Dead Confederate: Wrecking Ball
I was very eager to hear what these guys had put together in a little studio in Austin. And I can't say enough how much I love this album. The mix is perfect, the songs are steady and as a whole, Wrecking Ball evokes exactly what this band is about.

www.deadconfederate.com



Mike Doughty: Golden Delicious
Mr. Doughty continues to turn his solo acoustic musings into full-band tracks of pure enjoyment. Sure, it's pop. But it's GOOD HONEST pop. It's not trying to be anything else than what it is. Doughty isn't looking for Billboard charts and he's not looking for the approval of the Brooklyn hipsters. He's writing the music that comes out of him, pure and simple. The kind of free-filter oozing of aural beauty that is unique to every musician. The trick is to stop thinking about what you should write, and write what is there to be written. Doughty has that down pat.



Fleet Foxes: Fleet Foxes
Another top performance of 2008. And enough people are throwing reviews out, that I'll just assume you know what I know.





She and Him: Volume One
I love M. Ward and I've had the hots for Zooey Deschanel since "Elf". OF COURSE I'll listen to their musical collaboration! Paste Magazine has named Volume One as their Album of the Year. I'm very much looking forward to the promised Volume Two. Also, check for M. Ward's new solo release in '09.



The Sparrow Quartet: The Sparrow Quartet
This was a gift for my significant other, which I rightly burned onto my computer before giving to her. How can you beat Abigail Washburn, Bela Fleck and Co. "plucking up" (just made that up, i swear) some scholarly bluegrass with a significant dash of the contemplative. Not to mention you can learn some Chinese! In all seriousness however, this is a great headphone album. And you can't beat Abigail's voice. Seriously I will be really mad.


Widespread Panic: Free Somehow
Lastly, but not least-ly, my dear employer. This is not a plug, just a fucking good album that the hippies will never understand. I've said before that this is John Bell's best vocal effort to date. It is also the studio debut of Jimmy Herring with the band. And it would have been Terry Manning's (producer) attempt at "Wall of Sound-ing" the band, had the band not been like "WTF" to the early mix. I was able to get a listen to that first mix and let's just say all the doo-wops and string-soaked tracks were taken down from eleven. Top tracks from this album include "Angels on High", "Dark Day Program", "Her Dance Needs No Body", "Already Fried", and "Up All Night". Support you local blogger's salary and buy a copy...okay this is a plug.




Well, that does it. One through ten. I encourage all the Rebel Forces regulars to jump on in to this list business.

A Bone to Pick With Everyone

In the last week, I have encountered more negativity with regard to the local music scene (and music in general for that matter) than I have heard in a long time. I have heard shit talk from local musicians, I have read bad reviews in the local publications, I have witnessed bands competing with one another for no reason whatsoever, and of course I've noticed the ever-present internal struggles that plague every band and individual musician. I'm going to try my best not to name any names or cite specific examples in the following rant, but in an effort to make my arguments clear I'm afraid that I'm going to have to call a few people out on this one.

As I have grown as a human being one thing has become evident to me: anything someone does, and I do mean anything, is purely a reflection of their own state of mind and their own image of themselves. This may seem like a relatively simple concept but when you really think about it this statement can be used to explain every human action that you have ever witnessed. It took me about 22 years to figure this out (I'm now 25, by the way) and when I did it blew my fucking head off. I still forget it from time to time, but every time I do I remember that I used to treat people like shit. Why? Because I was sincerely unhappy with myself. Not unhappy. I hated myself. The day that I realized this fact is the day that I officially "grew up." That cliche idea of "growing up" is quantifiable and can be identified as the exact moment in time that you decide that you are an okay dude and it's time to stop treating other people around you like they are just as worthless as you used to think you were. And I'm sincerely sorry to all of those people who got caught up in the train wreck that was my past. I was a bitch.

I say all of this because I had a very short conversation with a local musician tonight that almost made me vomit. This local musician is a very good musician and in one of the best and well known current bands in Athens. Now every time you see this guy he is talking shit about another band. I said whats up to him tonight and that was all the invitation he needed to blast away at a few different musicians. For example, although we were at the Deerhunter/Twin Tigers/Chunklet Anniversary show at the 40 Watt, he proceeded to tell me how bad he hated Deerhunter and that "his camp talks tons of shit about these guys." He also commented that "he is sick of all the fucking reverb instrumental stuff" which is amazing because this dude has seen my band a zillion times and knows that my group soaks everything in tons of reverb. He said that Deerhunter frontman Bradford Cox was a dick to him in Europe. And just for good measure he commented that he could have "shit out Deerhunter's stuff in high school." Wow. I smiled, grabbed my girl by the hand and got the fuck out of there, mid-encore.

I realize that it sounds like I am bitching and moaning but this person also runs a local record label and I really do love his bands, so I am not so much crying about it as much as I am saying that as a person with a moderate amount of local influence it would be nice to see a little less bullshit competition.

Regardless, this person is not going to change their ways and if you met him today he would tell you (whether you asked or not) how great he is and how much he loves himself. But truthfully he doesn't. He is scared shitless of someone finding this out so he compensates by putting up a front and doing his best to treat people badly. And it is his right to. I just want people to realize the difference between artists and people who play music. People who simply play music can be superficial and shallow. They have learned to pang out notes on some instrument. They can't see beyond what is directly in front of them. I first encountered this person when I was in music school at Augusta State University. In that case, this person had no idea what being an artist means. They simply looked at a dead white person's music on a sheet of paper and mechanically crapped it out. They are seeking public acknowledgement and a wage, and music is a field that can give you both. So is prostitution.

There are exceptions to every rule, but the person I am speaking of two paragraphs ago is simply a player of music. And a very good one. To me an artist sees a bigger picture: they have a depth that goes beyond the surface of what they are seeing. That's not to say that there is not competition between artists, but it is of a different nature. They do not talk shit about others because they feel a need to prove that they are better than the other. They drive each other with the only worthwhile thing that they were ever born with: their art. They also appreciate other art even if it does not suit their particular tastes or level of technicality. Why? Because it is an art form. This is why art can not be defined. Am I an artist? I don't know or care. Right now I'm trying to get better at making music that I like and that expresses the way I feel. I can only say this: I like a lot of things that I hate. I hope that makes sense.

With regard to the local publications, I have read some Flagpole reviews lately by a guy named Tony Floyd that have really pissed me off. (I say his name only because I'm sure it's a pseudonym). For example, in his last review of the Fleet Foxes show at the Georgia Theatre he managed to find something snide and ignorant to say about Athens even though the sold-out show was absolutely incredible (seriously, listen to Fleet Foxes). It was dumb, but it was something to the effect of there being "enough rich white kids in Athens to fill a room that size." Of course this is absolutely shit journalism but hey it's the Flagpole.

Why is it that critics always seem to be the most critical? Because it is easy. It is hard to say what I loved about the shows that I loved, but I can immediately tell you what is was that I hated about the ones that sucked. When you put the unbelievable feeling of a life-altering show into words it loses its luster. All of it. Look at how easy it is for me to proclaim what is wrong with our music scene. See what I mean?

All I know is it's one thing when you give a national band the finger and say that their show or their latest album was crap. They have major label backing and PR people. They wipe their asses with the Flagpole. But when you have a local Athens band who just took the only $5,000 that they will ever see out of their own pockets, made an album, let it get into the hands of the only writer who will review it only to have it slammed for the sheer humor of it-then you are treading out onto some very dangerous territory. Just because I reference two relatively national acts here doesn't meant that this isn't happening to locals as well. Please God, we already have publications like the Flagpole and Stomp and Stammer who destroy albums because it's funny to them. I'm not saying that every local album should get 5 stars (we have SE Performer for that), but maybe a little more thought should go into things. Let's not perpetuate this shitty attitude by doing it ourselves through word of mouth. Besides, Chunklet is the only one that is worth a damn and legitimately funny anyway, so just read that.

Look, I can go on and on about this, all of this, but there is a simple point and I think I have set it on the tee. WE ARE CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF THIS PLACE. Day by day. Every little comment, every bad review...it's happening. I think we all need to take a deep breath and digest a little humility. Although there are some really great bands doing some pretty impressive stuff right now we are collectively barely stirring the pot. Let's remember that. You can laugh me off, say I don't know shit if you want. That's fine. You are entitled to your opinion. But I do not want to be able to say I told you so, I don't want to be right on this one. You don't have to make music to think like an artist. Music scenes are fragile. I think they require a vast support network, not just a few flagship acts. Let's provide that support network, not because it is good for anyone in particular but because it is good for all of Athens. The whole scene. We don't need anybody. All we have to do is go to shows and listen to stuff. Musicians: keep writing, don't quit playing and lets keep our mouths shut. DO NOT TALK SHIT. Your art will do all of the work for you. Help me get this blog off the dirt. That's all. Let's chalk all of this recent negativity up to people getting a little too drunk and loose-lipped combined with stress due to the fact that the economy has officially shit the bed. Thank you for reading and happy birthday Hunter.

September 29-October 5

Monday, September 29:
The George W. Bush Cover Band, Hot Pink Money Shot. The Globe. 9:30 p.m. FREE! Celebrating The Globe's 19th birthday and billed as the farewell concert since dubya's on his way out the door. According to Esquire magazine, The Globe is the best bar in America. According to 90% of Athens, Esquire doesn't know shit.

The Whigs, The Kooks. Variety Playhouse (ATL) 8 p.m. $16-$18.
http://www.variety-playhouse.com/.

Tuesday, September 30:
Bambara, Mouser, Ours to Alibi, They Mean Us. Caledonia. 10 p.m. $6 (21+), $7 (18+). http://www.caledonialounge.com/.

Fleet Foxes, Frank Fairfield. Georgia Theatre. 10 p.m. $10. http://www.georgiatheatre.com/.
These dudes may actually be living up to the hype. Yeah I know, I liked 'em before it was cool too. Let it die.

Wednesday, October 1:
Old 97's, Charlie Louvin. Georgia Theatre. 8 p.m. $16 (advance), $18 (door). http://www.georgiatheatre.com/.

The Raconteurs, The Kills. Tabernacle (ATL) $38.50. www.myspace.com/tabernacleatlanta.

Ted Leo & The Pharmacists. Masquerade (ATL) 7 p.m. $18. www.masq.com/.

Thursday, October 2:
Okkervil River, Crooked Fingers, Black Joe Lewis & The Honey Bears. 40 Watt. 10 p.m. $15 (advance). http://www.40watt.com/.

The Avett Brothers. Georgia Theatre. 9 p.m. $25. http://www.georgiatheatre.com/.
Everybody keeps telling me how good they are. Personally I like two songs they have. $25-a-pop good? Ehhh...

The Black Keys. Tabernacle (ATL) 8 p.m. $25. www.myspace.com/tabernacleatlanta.

Friday, October 3:
Pegasuses-XL, Bambara, Deaf Judges, Creepy. Caledonia. 9 p.m. http://www.caledonialounge.com/.
Last chance to see Pegasuses before they embark on nation domination...

The Avett Brothers. Georgia Theatre. 9 p.m. SOLD OUT! http://www.georgiatheatre.com/.
Well, excuse me Avett Bros. 500 dumbass frat boys can't be wrong!

Modern Skirts, Venice Is Sinking. 40 Watt. 9:30 PM Doors. $8 Advance.
Concert release of Modern Skirts new one, All of Us in Our Night. http://www.40watt.com/.

Saturday, October 4:
We Versus The Shark, Chrissakes, Childbite, Stnnng. Caledonia. 9 p.m. http://www.caledonialounge.com.
We Versus The Shark also embarking upon said domination...

Alan Jackson. Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre (ATL) 8 p.m.
You didn't really think I was gonna leave that out did you?

Sunday, October 5:
Janet Jackson. Phillips Arena (ATL).
How many Atlantans will shell out an outrageous sum of money for this ticket for the sole purpose of maybe seeing a nipple or some other J. Jack sweet meat wardrobe malfunction? Just something to ponder as you go about your week. By the way since this was posted I saw where it is "really big news" that Janet had to be rushed to the hospital before her show in Montreal the other day, so Atlantans may have to wait for the ol' nip-slip Timberlake-style. This show may be canceled. Why am I devoting so much time to this? No idea.