Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Elnuh - Latte // powdered sugar

I recently discovered and fell in love with Elnuh, a great local (San Antonio) band that deserves to be enjoyed far and wide. Give 'em a listen, and check out more of their tunes on Bandcamp.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

The Waking - Theodore Roethke

Vincent van Gogh. Orchard Bloom With Poplars. 1889.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Phil Elverum, When Can Do, Swiss Army Man Reviewed, Part 1

I have some very talented friends. Tuesday evening Michelle invited me over for beer. So I clocked out of work and plopped my ass down in her backyard. Our conversation meandered to her musical improve troupe, When Can Do, in which she acts, sings and plays the cello. She showed me a few of their practice recordings, and their similarity to Phil Elverum's style is impressive. So I showed her a couple Microphones tunes.

Elverum consistently lands the inexpressible with unironic lyricism and a mammoth variety of rich earthly freshness. He avoids cliches through attention to specifics. He frequently draws mundane relatable details into emotionally brindled songs.

The Glow, Part 2 begins with an anthem of coarse tonal punches that eventually yield to guitar strums cleverly bandied between speakers, and this verse:

I took my shirt off in the yard
No one saw that the skin on my shoulders was golden
Now it's not
My shirt's back on
I forgot my songs
The glow is gone
My gliding body stops

He bares himself out in the open, but no one notices, to his embarrassment. So he retreats. What artist can't relate to that?

Treating most frequently with terrestrial imagery, Elverum is a master iconographer of wilderness in sound. His preference for subtle and straightforward melodies allows for sharp turns and staggering, bizarre and variegated sonic textures.

I Want Wind to Blow for example, builds to a barrage of bass drum kicks and distorted cymbals that unerringly ferry the image of thunder peals over a midnight mountain.

Elverum's legacy (as The Microphones and Mount Eerie, and in collaborations with indie veterans like Mirah, Little Wings, Julie Doiron, and Beat Happening) totemizes the mountains and unmanicured woods of the American Northwest. His respect for the dasein presence of the universe enables music coherent, gravity-laden and emotionally intelligent. His work embodies a universe of mottled artistry.

When Can Do is not quite all of that, nor should it be. But their loose affective logic and facility with raw, accessible moods are peculiarly toward that genius. Their improvisational tunes are at turns tender and vulnerable, punchy and spastic, sincere and self-conscious--they sound a pinch like the charming feral natter of 90s Isaac Brock or John Darnielle.

Breathe You In however, is utterly Elverum-esque. Consider the resemblance between it and The Microphones' Antlers.

Both songs render a sense of intimacy through sighing speak-sing. Difficult, quiet boldness that culminates in reverie. I feel as though I've stumbled across a person lost in prayer, who then becomes transfigured. That's a rare and subtle ability; no small achievement for any music group, not to mention one that makes their tunes up on the spot.

These qualities are gratifying even when When Can Do slips into plain silliness, which is their right. The same ego-shunting capacity that allows improvisers to think outside themselves, after all, allows them to not take themselves too seriously.

Go Slow
 is a Western fluent in howl and harmony enough to make any cowboy-hearted moke drop a surreptitious tear.

Keep in mind, these are only recordings from their practices. The musical scenes they perform tell more plotted stories. I'm looking forward to catching their next show. Lucky for us, When Can Do is gonna keep making music and making audiences laugh, on and off stage.

You can keep track of their performances on the When Can Do Facebook page. More on some of these themes in Part 2's review of Swiss Army Man, coming soon.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Acid Ghost - Going Home (Again) // When the Sun Rises

Some Assembly Required - Tim Murphy

Vincent van Gogh. Irises. 1889.

If you want bluebirds, first you have to make 
a proper house. Start with six scraps of shake, 
unpainted cedar shingles, blizzard–worn, 
torn from the hiproof of your windfall barn. 
Slant–saw the sides to make the ceiling vaulted. 
(Here in Montana big sky's are exalted.)
Then drill a door hole too snug for a flicker 
to burgle when you're famished fledglings bicker. 
Now choose a meadow with a montane view. 
For camouflage, it's flowers should be blue.