From: owner-loud-fans-digest@smoe.org (loud-fans-digest) To: loud-fans-digest@smoe.org Subject: loud-fans-digest V9 #190 Reply-To: loud-fans@smoe.org Sender: owner-loud-fans-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-loud-fans-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk loud-fans-digest Friday, November 19 2010 Volume 09 : Number 190 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: [loud-fans] Ten More [Tom Marcinko ] [loud-fans] Corin Tucker Band - 1,000 Years [outbound-only email address ] Re: [loud-fans] Ten More ["Joseph M. Mallon" ] Re: [loud-fans] Ten More [Andrew Hamlin ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2010 07:43:17 -0700 From: Tom Marcinko Subject: Re: [loud-fans] Ten More Leave it to Robert. So pompous, but occasionally insightful enough to justify it. On Tue, Nov 16, 2010 at 8:53 PM, Andrew Hamlin wrote: > On Tue, Nov 16, 2010 at 8:41 AM, Tom Marcinko wrote: > > I've found Janelle Monae to be pretty much irresistible, FWIW. > > Most people have! > > Not all though (see below) > > Andy > > > "A Dud is a bad record whose details rarely merit further thought. At > the upper level it may merely be overrated, disappointing, or dull. > Down below it may be contemptible." > > --Robert Christgau explaining the specifics of the rating he awarded > Janelle Monae's "Metropolis: The Chase Suite" [Bad Boy, 2008] ; from > http://robertchristgau.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2010 16:17:09 -0500 From: outbound-only email address Subject: [loud-fans] Corin Tucker Band - 1,000 Years Did we talk about this record and I somehow forgot it? I bought this a while ago and finally listened today. Really pleasantly surprised -- I sort of expected it to be stylistically similar to Sleater-Kinney, only not as good. Instead it's good in a markedly different way -- I feel like the balance of merit-based-on-energy and merit-based-on-tunefulness is shifted. Tucker pushes her voice less hard throughout, so the shrill overdrive that characterized so much of S-K is almost entirely absent -- I had no idea she was capable of such nuanced vocal performances. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 17 Nov 2010 22:24:34 -0800 From: "Joseph M. Mallon" Subject: Re: [loud-fans] Ten More We were lucky enough to have Robert blurb the upcoming book of Scott Miller's musings on music - called "Music: What Happened?" - which will be released in a couple weeks. If you are on Facebook, you can attach to it here: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Music-What-Happened/109052012493443 More details about purchase when it's available. On Wed, Nov 17, 2010 at 6:43 AM, Tom Marcinko wrote: > Leave it to Robert. So pompous, but occasionally insightful enough to > justify it. > > On Tue, Nov 16, 2010 at 8:53 PM, Andrew Hamlin wrote: >> "A Dud is a bad record whose details rarely merit further thought. At >> the upper level it may merely be overrated, disappointing, or dull. >> Down below it may be contemptible." >> >> --Robert Christgau explaining the specifics of the rating he awarded >> Janelle Monae's "Metropolis: The Chase Suite" [Bad Boy, 2008] ; from >> http://robertchristgau.com/ - -- Joe Mallon jmmallon@joescafe.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2010 11:59:26 -0800 From: Andrew Hamlin Subject: Re: [loud-fans] Ten More On Wed, Nov 17, 2010 at 6:43 AM, Tom Marcinko wrote: > Leave it to Robert. So pompous, but occasionally insightful enough to > justify it. I'm having fun watching the Christgau documentary at YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTCZq_n-5qA ...and for those who crave more, more, more year-end lists: http://www.largeheartedboy.com/blog/archive/2010/11/2010_yearend_on.html Exhaustively by proxy, Andy "Roni far away I feel like I just woke up on another planet, with 84 freak scenes two hours ago and 646 billion freak scenes ten minutes ago and 646 billion billion billion now. b-i-l-l-i-o-n. Sgt. Pepper has more than 49 focal points, maybe even 50, or 242 million and five, and theyre all grabbing at you and youre a big data freak taking it all in and its hard. And when you see it all you know theres more and more. Why the hell does being in outer space have to be such a scientist trip or super-Aristotle trip? Its an artist-as-technologist sort of thing and its the destruction of all art. No vantage point is ever any more arrogant than any other, no context of contexts comes around even momentarily anymore. Replacement of Tinguely the smiling with not Townshend thrower of smoke bombs (who sees the all and the one anyway) but with John*Lennon the super-Ringo and sub-Sam-the-Sham, or the guy who took pictures of John*Lennon in glasses three and = years ago. After Sgt. Pepper there is no public world and even no private one if youre out in it, I mean all the way out in it. Who cares now if the paper toweling runs out today or tomorrow? Maybe I reached the absolute topmost top a few months ago and now all there is is wallowing in three years ago and then four years ago. I can see why Indiana and Warhol and Lichtenstein and etc. and Meltzer aged 18-19-20 had to do it and cant anymore and why did Lennon have to do it; it sort of produces an everlasting cant-anymore, a prior-cant-anymore that soon will not even be voiced and explicit, but attached to all objects and all forms not because theres any necessary connection but because everybodys gonna be too tired and too aggressive to stop it from irrevocably happening. Doing will never be talking again unless its doing-talking or doing-as-talking or that sort of thing and hyphenated categorical salvations wont work pretty soon, so who would want to ever bother with aesthetics unless hes a Tolstoyan bridge-the-differences-of-man communicator or a clown with conceptual greasepaint living the played-out metaphor to the hilt? Its all over and its not a baby blue thing at all, cause the saints came though years ago: all thats left to come through is regular-size grasshoppers and not with trick-photography enlargement either. Even the inconsistencies in any talking-as-talking thing are gonna be unnoticed (ignored) since resolving it requires a doing-thing and doing-things with ideas have to be actualized via doing-things and its a drag and sillier means Fuck History and Fuck Games-as-the-transcendence-of-the-whole-fuck-history-thing and Fuck isnt even loosely metaphorical but a directive by the raunch epistemological scapula. But where is my raunch epistemological fist. I know I left it somewhere. Where is my last Clothing Store? And who is its proprietor? And will he remember, or bother to choose to forget, or bother to choose to remember (or bother to set up infinite conjunctions of memory/forgetting continua to keep relevant the fact that) wednesday follows Tuesday? Questions cease. For awhile anyway." - --Richard Meltzer's My Sergeant Pepper Trip," published in the Sept./Oct. 1967 issue of "Crawdaddy!"; reprinted at http://beatpatrol.wordpress.com/2008/11/25/richard-meltzer-my-sergeant-pepper-trip-1967/ ------------------------------ End of loud-fans-digest V9 #190 *******************************