Prior to fixing dinner tonight, I hadn’t heard this song in like 10 years. This was a mix-tape staple for me for a couple years there back in, I dunno, the late 90s?

Recommended for: making time just kind of hang there when you’re cooking up dinnertime eggs on a sweltering summer day, holding a bottle of cheap, cold beer that sweats in your hand while you watch folks slowly drive past your front lawn.


I don’t have these albums loosely ranked but I like Future and Miranda Lambert the best; I wrote about the latter here, just the other day.

Future, Honest
Miranda Lambert, Platinum
Robyn & Royksopp, Do It Again EP
Mark McGuire, Along the Way
Wooden Wand, Farmer’s Corner
Inventions, Inventions
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib, Piñata
Taylor McFerrin, Early Riser
Me’Shell Ndgeocello, Comet, Come To Me
Cibo Matto, Hotel Valentine

Honorable mentions: Todd Terje, Pains of Being Pure at Heart

These are the movies. The year started off incredibly, but the summer season hasn’t been kind so far. And I’m not a snob on that front; I usually like the summer quite a lot. This year’s sucked tho. Here they are:

12 O’Clock Boys
The LEGO Movie
Like Father, Like Son
The Wind Rises
The Grand Budapest Hotel
Under the Skin

Honorable Mentions: Alan Partridge, Transformers: Age of Extinction

The songs, I’ll probably write about at some point. Or not.

Miranda Lambert, “Platinum”

Anxiety about aging is, rather annoyingly, one of the top themes in music today. Listeners go straight from the adulthood-yearning of “Let It Go” to the childhood-yearning of Modern Vampires of the City with nothing in between to celebrate the now except maybe those songs by fun or Icona Pop. On the critical side, many aging music writers either cling desperately to Taylor Swift’s high-school #feels or resign themselves to Bill Callahan’s weary sighs, with little in between. Eddie Money’s “I Wanna Go Back” may be the biggest influence on modern “indie,” to the point where it’s surprising that it hasn’t been covered yet. Give The War on Drugs a few years and they’ll get around to it.

As a white man approaching 40 in a few years, Sun Kil Moon’s Benji is the kind of album that should feel like it was made expressly for me. It’s a brooding, literate Rubik’s Cube of dying relatives, diminished sexual conquest, unfulfilled dreams, and growing prostrates. Yet there’s no room here for me; you need scuba gear just to plumb the depths of the narcissism on display; every person in this guy’s life serves as a signpost of his mortality and the decay of his virility, or at the very least a cool story, bro. The songs about his parents are admittedly affecting; everything else leaves me wondering a lot more about the people in his life and a lot less about him. I have my dark days, like everyone, but I’m not interested in pulling self-pity around my shoulders and slouching off into the sunset. Alas, very few people making music want to confront aging with their head up, unafraid.

Is it any wonder, then, that I respond to the way Miranda Lambert responds to getting older? There is nothing about “Platinum” that I should relate to; I’m not a woman, I’m not successful, I’m not Southern, I’m not terribly concerned with hiding the ways I’m aging (unless buying a nose-and-ear hair trimmer is the male equivalent of bleaching my roots), I’m not sassy or outgoing or popular. But I understand the way she discusses age; she’s honest but unafraid, displaying brashness but stopping short of yard-sale, “life begins at 40” assurances — an approach that is far more open and inviting than the indie-rock guys I’m supposed to derive my own #feels from.

She’s part of a larger lineage here; women country-music singers have always done the best job at depicting aging, from Loretta Lynn and Dolly Parton to Ashley Monroe and Miranda Lambert. I can’t speculate on the cultural reasons for this; I can only hear the sense in what they sing and the way they sing it. Lambert peppers her album with these themes; occasionally treading into sorta-unfortunate-but-kinda-endearing Luddite turf (“Automatic,” “Old Shit”) but mostly sticking with devastating and funny observations like “Gravity Is a Bitch.”

Even when her ruminations on aging lead her to nostalgia-infused introspection (“Smokin’ and Drinkin’”) and deep traces of sadness and regret (the devastating “Bathroom Sink”), she doesn’t resort to anything that resembles moping — indeed, even the “Bathroom Sink” moral is that she’s not going to her waste her time staring down her regrets and rejection in front of that mirror. It’s emboldening stuff. She walks the walk, too, grappling the album with musical curiosity and youthful exuberance and running the gamut from old-timey fiddle jams to skronky blues to the kind of Auto-tuned balladry that makes you wonder how much she really hates technology. This range of sonics gives the album the feel of a satisfying concert set. It’s big and bold from end to end, without ever coming on strong or sounding overproduced.

Summer jams are made, not born. If you care about such things and approach music with an open ear—and preferably, listen to music with something besides headphones at your laptop or iPhone—then “the song of the summer” will reveal itself by July. The blogging process and industrial-clickbait complex has transformed the very notion into an issue of September Vogue, trying to forecast in May or June what the “summer jam” of July or August will be, to get out ahead of the curve and plant their brand’s flag in the beach’s sand. And now we’re at the point where artists like Grimes try to actually [i]sell[/i] their new songs as summer jams. Not on my watch. “It Takes Two” will always be my summer jam, but “Platinum” is as tried and true as we’re getting in 2014.

Obligatory Kurt Cobain thoughts and associated ramblings

When I was in high school in the early 1990s, I was a music director at the local college radio station. As with any small-town community radio station, it was populated by an eclectic mix of ex-hippies, young music geeks, local characters, and associated hangers-on. My thing was rap. There were the guys who did punk, who would occasionally make the papers with a censorship flap. There were the indie rock guys (back then meaning, I guess, the dBs, Del Fuegos, Pixies), who were always at the station despite being in their 30s and not having a title or being paid a dime. There were the guys who played the strains of synth that was in the process of morphing into industrial. The country-music woman. The jazz guys, who always had the best weed.

Top 40 radio was so bereft of new ideas that half-baked remixes of old Paula Abdul and Bobby Brown hits were getting fresh play, but there was a lot of different things going on in music and certainly at a place like a college-radio station. The diversity of the first two Lollapalooza lends some weight to that; when they announced that tour everyone at my radio station wanted to go, and could scarcely believe it was even happening (I was, however, too young to actually go). If Kurt Cobain was a scraggly-faced Sauron, who came along and layed waste to the pop-music landscape, then Lollapalooza was the One Ring to bind us.

About that. I still very clearly and distinctly remember coming into the station one day and there was a Nevermind banner over the door to the studio. In retrospect, plastering the Nevermind image over a wide assortment of disparate band stickers, flyers, and promo posters is kinda symbolic. At the time, I didn’t know what it was all about; the album had not come out yet. Within a month or two, the album was so massively popular that the banner was stolen. I just kept playing rap.

I liked Nevermind, sure. I always loved the early Beatles, for much of my childhood I loved them moreso than post-Rubber Soul Beatles, and it reminded me of that — just in terms of the energy, and of the hooks coming at Mike Tyson speed, like jab, jab, jabjabjab, UPPERCUT. I obviously wasn’t the only one who made the early-Beatles connection; the “In Bloom” video beat that connection over our heads. In fact, maybe the video came before I made that connection, I don’t know; it was 20 years ago. But it was minimal and visceral in a way that, say, Use Your Illusion wasn’t, is my point. And sure, I liked that first Rage Against the Machine album and that second Black Crowes album and Alice in Chains’ Dirt, stuff like that,more.

Jay-Z has said that Kurt Cobain delayed the rise of rap, and I’m inclined to agree. When I started high school, I was one of about 10 kids who loved hip-hop. Rap was never going to be fully embraceable to rural America in the form it existed in 1990; a lot of it was too smart, too insular, or too gimmicky. “Too black”? OK, maybe. But the cracks were starting to show, and then Cobain came along and sealed them up. When that began to subside, The Chronic came out, and very possibly did more for hip-hop than any other album before or since. While staying 100% true to its roots, and bridging classic-era rap with a youthful rising star, that album was just smart enough, insular enough, and gimmicky enough to break through as a party album. Everyone listened to it all summer of 1993, even in rural Maine — geographically and culturally as far as you can get from L.A. in America — and hip-hop never looked back.

(One interesting side note: I think one of the things that Cobain helped kill was Southern California rock, which had been fertile from the Beach Boys to the early 1990s and really never recovered. Even aside from the hair metal and Sunset-Strip bands of the 80s, you had Faith No More, Jane’s Addiction, Fishbone, the Chili Peppers — these bands were all very much cool in the late 1980s, a big part of alternative music before Alternative Nation. Grunge crushed that. That cachet never came back. Yet California essentially blew hip-hop up at the same time. Go figure.)

I don’t remember where I was I first heard Nevermind (I can tell you exactly where I was the first time I heard Death Certificate, to give you a sense). I do remember exactly where I was when he died. I was in the TV room of a frat house at MIT. One of the last places you’d expect dudes to be riveted to a television for the death of a “punk” icon yet there we were. Around this time I’d gone to my first rave (didn’t stick, wish it had) and Phish concert (did stick), the classic era of hip-hop was winding down and leaving us with a bounty classic albums, and I was pretty well tired of the “here we are now, entertain us” pose — really, not dissimilar to the bullshit that Millennials have to read about themselves in the press today. It would be intellectually dishonest to suggest that Kurt and his influence wasn’t massive, and part of me wouldn’t mind someone like that coming along and hitting the reset button on the current pop-music landscape, but we were entertained just fine.

My mix cd for Spring 2014

I make 4 mix cds a year, one for each season. No Spotify playlist as I don’t what’s out yet and what is not (you’ll have to take my word that it clocks in at 1:19 and flows wonderfully).

No hip-hop as I listen to the cd in the car with a toddler, athough I will say that Future’s “Move That Dope” is my favorite song of 2014 so far, along with Hospitality’s “Last Words”. Here is the mix:

1. Todd Terje- “Oh Joy”

2. Liars- “Mess of a Mission”

3. De Lux- “I’ve Got To Make a Statement (No More Likes or Ums)”

4. Cibo Matto- “10th Floor Ghost Girl”

5. Pharrell Williams- “Come Get it Bae”

6. Woods- “Moving To the Left”

7. Beck- “Heart is a Drum”

8. The Donkeys- “Bahamas”

9. Wooden Wand- “Uneasy Peace”

10. Sun Kil Moon- “I Love My Dad”

11. The War on Drugs- “Disappearing”

12. Hospitality- “Last Words”

13. Future Islands- “Back in the Tall Grass”

14. Kelis- “Floyd”

15. The Pains of Being Pure at Heart- “Simple and Sure”

16. Against Me!- “Unconditional Love”

Here is my rolling spotify playlist of such songs:


Today I was talking to a great writer who is almost 20 years younger than I am, and this person had never heard Rickie Lee Jones’ “Chuck E’s’ in Love”. It occurs to me that you are probably much younger than I am also and that it’s possible you’ve never heard it either. So I’m posting it here because this is a good song to have in your life.

The sound of going grocery shopping with my parents as a kid.

A partial list of albums that came out in October and November 2000

Radiohead- Kid A

Godspeed You! Black Emperor- Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven

PJ Harvey- Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea

Jay-Z- The Dynasty: Roc La Familia

OutKast- Stankonia

Songs: Ohia- Ghost Tropic

Sade- Lovers Rock

Erykah Badu- Mama’s Gun

The New Pornographers- Mass Romantic

The Avalanches- Since I Left You

The Clientele- Suburban Light

Wu-Tang Clan- The W

The Sea and Cake- Oui

Also, EPs by Spoon, Boards of Canada, Gorillaz, and the last decent U2 album and the M.O.P. album with “Ante Up” on it, along with (insert your other favorite album from those two months).

Not too shabby.

My favorite albums of the 1990s

* that I am listening to in 2014.

These are the 90s albums that I’ve listened to the most this year. It’s not a “best albums of 90s” list, but it could be, why not. You could do worse.

10. Cibo Matto — Viva! La Woman (1996)

I didn’t have too much time for this when it came out; I guess I thought of it, fairly or not, like Grand Royal leftovers. My wife loves them, and put some of their songs on early mix tapes for me, and here it is in 2014 and I can barely remember not knowing much less not knowing this record. I returned to it before buying their new one, and their new one is one of my absolute favorites this year. This is how a band becomes a stowaway in your life. I’m cool with it.

9. Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson — VH1 Storytellers (1998)

This is the sort of record that feels more like family. It’s not mind-blowing but it’s comforting. I almost love the banter more than the songs; it reminds you that these guys, in addition to being badass, were kinda corny. The music reminds you that these guys had a healthy competitiveness but also both felt they were adding songs to the canon of standards that went back well before they were born. I’ve listened to this album a hundred times and still can’t tell if Johnny is jealous or not when he tells Willie how much he loves “Me and Paul.” He should be jealous; “Me and Paul” kicks pretty much any song’s ass.

8. Julian Cope — Peggy Suicide (1991)

I did not listen to this album at all back in the 1990s. I recently rescued a copy from a tag sale, and it reminded me how it felt to buy albums in the 1990s, when artists kind of reveled in showing off their musicianship and their range of interests and influences. This is different from today in that artists are shy about their skill and have relatively small budgets to play with. Peggy Suicide is the sound of someone who probably got more chances with a decent budget than he should have, and finally made it work. I also love the unashamedly shaggy, hippie-ish nature of it, which exemplifies that perfect balance of both uncool and cool that crunchy kids perfected in the early 90s and never quite got right before or since.

7. Slowdive — Pygmalion (1995)

I guess this is thought of a shoegaze album, but I feel like it’s an early shot across the bow for Sigur Ros and some of the early ’00s post-rock. I guess that stuff came out of shoegaze to some degree. I’m a Neil Halstead fan who basically likes his career in all its permutations from this point on. It’s a good record. It scares children.

6. Morrissey — Your Arsenal (1992)

I didn’t even know this was getting a reissue when I rediscovered it recently. I’m not wild about the first few songs (I’m actually not wild about the first song on a lot of Morrissey/Smiths albums for whatever reason) but around track 4 this album goes on a scorching run in a range of styles. And it’s funny.

5.  A Tribe Called Quest — Midnight Marauders (1993)

This album makes me think about what a “classic” record means. It is undeniably a classic, but when those opening chords of “Award Tour” come up, I always wonder if it’s classic because those are the perfect chords for that album right then, or if it’s because they speed-dial 20 years worth of good memories? I mean, clearly it’s a classic album because gifted people did some of their best work on it, but there’s that other element too. Anyway, I still listen to it a lot because I have a 6-year-old and can’t listen to any good rap made after 1993 with him (I skip “Sucka N-gga”).

4. Depeche Mode — Violator (1990)

I started listening to this again last year because I bought a kinda-crappy Volkswagen that happens to have speakersthat synth-pop sounds fantastic through. I mean they sound so vibrant that “Waiting for the Night” comes off stronger than “Enjoy the Silence.” And those songs back to back? Good God. 

3. Aimee Man — Magnolia Soundtrack (1999)

This has a reputation for being one of the most depressing albums ever (I remember a friend telling me that his roommate listened to the album constantly and he was deeply worried about him), but I’ve always found that it cheers me. With the possible exception of “Wise Up,” it’s too good to be sad, with one woman’s career crystallizing into this perfect moment while incredibly dovetailing with her producer’s finest hour as well. I put it on in lieu of watching any movies after Philip Seymour Hoffman died and haven’t put it back on the shelf since.

2. George Michael — Listen Without Prejudice Vol. 1 (1990)

This is most famous for the hits “Freedom! ’90” and to a lesser extent “Waiting for that Day,” and those are monumental songs — the former is practically one of the Great Wonders of the World — but the album as a whole is terribly underrated, with layers of depth, hope, and empathy that slowly reveal themselves when the album is taken as a whole, and returned to like a pilgrimage.

1. Nas — Illmatic (1994)

There’s not really much about this album that hasn’t been said, but it just never gets old. This is how you make something really hard look really easy. I still listen to this album once every 3-4 weeks.



This seems like a good candidate for “Pink Floyd song for people who don’t like Pink Floyd.” It’s kind of impossible for me to imagine someone not liking this. I heard and enjoyed this for many years before knowing the crowd at the end was people singing “You’ll Never Walk Alone” at a soccer game (we had no Google then). 

If I were to make a list of my 20-30 favorite songs of the 1970s, this song would be on it.

(I am a Pink Floyd fan, however — every incarnation)

Steven Spielberg’s movies in chronological order (by setting)

The same deal as I just did with Scorsese, but now with Spielberg. It was a little easier this time, but I made judgement calls with Hook (I guessed about 20 years after J.M. Barrie’s story was published) and Tintin (I put it about the same time the Hergé comics on which the film was based came out). As with the Scorsese list, I shot from the hip a bit and may have made a mistake here or there.

Anyway, this would make a fun, if long, film festival. And is this guy passionate about the 1930s and 40s or what?

Amistad (1830s – 1840s)

Lincoln (1865)

The Color Purple (1900s-1930s)

War Horse (1910s)

Hook (1930s)

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1935)

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1936)

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1938)

Schindler’s List (1939- 1940s)

1941 (1941)

Empire of the Sun (1940s)

The Adventures of Tintin (1940s)

Saving Private Ryan (1944)

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (1957)

Catch Me if You Can (1960s)

The Sugarland Express (1969)

Duel (1971)

Munich (1972)

Jaws (1975)

Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)

E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial (1982)

Always (1989)

Jurassic Park (1993)

The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997)

The Terminal (2004)

War of the Worlds (2005)

Minority Report (mid 21st century)

A.I. Artificial Intelligence (late 21st century)