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Tuesday, February 28, 2006

"WTF is going on? Thx all. Peace"?

Please:
1. Click here.
2. Click on "Comments"
3. Read comments #6 and 7, the ones by "David" (note: it's not me)
4. Click on David's "Homepage" link.

That couldn't be...could it?

Sunday, February 26, 2006

I was a dominant theme in a number of places.

Destroyer - European Oils
Destroyer - Painter in Your Pocket
[Links updated!]

Since I'm in the middle of an ongoing, off and on, and seemingly irresolvable dispute with my partner over the merits of Destroyer, I figured I'd try to map out my defense in this recently near-dormant forum. I've been sort of obsessed with Destroyer over the past couple of months, and this obsession couldn't have come at a better time, for he's just (as in, last week) released a new album, and it's binoculars (see two songs above).

The thing about Dan Bejar (Yes, Destroyer is a band. And yes, Destroyer is Dan Bejar. Both are true.) is that his voice is difficult to love at first, it is true. This is my dear girlfriend's main objection, and I find it difficult to dispute. I know the trouble with voices that trigger an almost visceral reaction of wtf-ness in the listener. I myself have similar objections with the Decemberists' Colin Meloy, who K has no problem with at all. But, I maintain, like cigarettes, whisky, and camel meat (I'm told), Bejar's voice, if you keep listening, and keep listening, and keep listening, will eventually bloom in your ears with untold subtleties and you - will - love - it.

It's the words that are the real reward for the Destroyer listener, though. Not the overall meaning of the songs, but the smaller meanings--the lines, the couplets, the turns of phrase, the allusions, the self-references, the swearing. And also, what might be called the texture of the language--the sound of the words. Mr John Darnielle, from Mountain Goats, USA, sez that, on the new album, "With practically every exaggerated phrase, Bejar invokes poetic traditions unknown to all but the most sunken-eyed MFA students; everybody will claim they know what he's talking about, and almost everyone will be lying." Well fuck him for the hipster throw-down at the end there, but I think I agree with what he's saying, even though I don't claim to know what he's talking about. What he's talking about is not important. But I think I pick up the echoes of these "poetic traditions" even if I don't know the actual traditions. What's clear is that Bejar writes from a place that's pretty far away from basically all other pop songwriters I listen to. Destroyer songs have their own logic, and it's very possible to listen to a bunch of them in a row and feel like you never want to listen to anyone else.

Well, this is pretty muddled, but whatever. Listen to the songs.

Update:
Shit, I didn't see this 'til tonight.

Monday, February 20, 2006

not fair

manhattan vs miami beach.

to top it all off, nobody blogs anymore. jeez.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

three haiku

Your storefront is dark,
locked up, shut down, overnight.
61! My life!

Steam table empty,
the karaoke silenced,
61! Come back!

D.O.H. haters
killed your spirit, killed my joy.
61! Why? Why?

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

what britney's better half is up to these days...

for a supremely entertaining treat, watch k-fed rock out to his new song about big asses: here.

why oh why

did i have to discover this site?

i like the makeover ones where you can change the eye color to, like, fluorescent yellow. also, the group dress-up ones are great fun, like tobey & kirsten, or just 'friends'.

but the outfits are all pretty hideous...


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