Now shall I make my soul dance,
stir it to twisting delirium,
this wreck of a body I’ll lift
A violent luck and embellished instruction
to no more quaint suffering
than a bowl of soup
for strained throat which howled at life
like a mutt chasing cars.
Though our bones mingle,
and my fingers quake,
this is how I shall make my soul
and preach furious chance—
even on Saturdays,
even when god sleeps,
even when the sun dies.
That’s when I shall make my soul dance.
Posted in Verse
Tagged Poem, poetry, Soul
Yeah, you read that correctly. Wilco has put their new album, in its entirety, on their website!
How ’bout that for a shot in the arm!
Wilco “(The Album)” is due out on June 30. I’ve given it a few spins today, and I’m glad it’s here in time for the summer!
…Oh wait, you want a link?
Wilco “(The Album)”
“Let me tell you right off, okay? I’m not a likeable guy.”
Finally, the film we’ve been quietly (or not so quietly) anticipating for the past year — Whatever Works, Woody Allen’s newest flick starring enthusiastically curbed Seinfeld creator Larry David. This marks Woody’s triumphant return to NYC and, from the looks of the trailer, a pretty by-the-numbers return to form:
– First person narration? Check.
– Underage love interest? Check.
– Existential crises? Check.
– Bouncy jazz number? Check.
Aside from Larry’s brief cameos in Radio Days and New York Stories, this marks the first major collaboration between two of my favorite Jews. If someone could have convinced Philip Roth to participate in the writing process, we’d be dealing with the the ultimate trifecta of psychoneurosis.
Ryan McMahan is an enigma. He was the former chairman of the Pontotoc County Republican party and a vehement denouncer of George W. Bush’s policies. He is the best trick BMX rider that I know. He looks like he should be on the beach and yet he sounds like he’s from…well, Oklahoma. He taught himself to play the piano, and has branched into writing his own compositions. Oh, he’s also one of my best friends and favorite people on this planet. Here’s what he had to say about his new tune:
If I had to say anything about it… It’s just a revised version of the 3rd song I made. I spent a lot of time on it, and umm.. It’s like Jesus in a way. It dies, and then it comes back to life on the third measure. It really has no name but it goes by “Magnum Opus/Cool”.
This alternate video was directed by Lance Bangs — whose resume boasts videos for Sonic Youth’s “The Diamond Sea,” GBV’s “Game of Pricks,” and a slew of other greats — and, while keeping with Pavement’s affinity for the absurd, captures the dreamy, pensive nostalgia of this Terror Twilight standout:
-Portion of “Yoko Eyes” collage/painting by Chris Piercy
Periodically we will be offering you mixtapes* hand-picked by our staff for your listening pleasure. This first one was selected by me, and you will indeed be pleasured.
Remember, these songs are for previewing purposes, and if you like what you hear…track down the albums and buy them! Don’t be an ass.
*Called a “mixtape” because we assume that you will dub these from your Mac onto a C60 and go cruising around in an ’82 Datsun.
- Big Black “Racer X” from The Hammer Party (1986)
- The Homosexuals “Neutron Lover” from The Homosexuals’ Record (1984, recorded in 1978)
- The Only Ones “In Betweens” from Even Serpents Shine (1979)
- The Brian Jonestown Massacre “Evergreen” from Methodrone (1995)
- The Dream Syndicate “When You Smile” from The Days of Wine and Roses (1982)
- Black Grape “Kelly’s Heroes” from It’s Great When You’re Straight, Yeah (1995)
- Talk Talk “Happiness is Easy” from The Colour of Spring (1986)
- The Angels of Light “Praise Your Name” from New Mother (1999)
Posted in Mixtapes, MP3, music
Tagged Angels of Light, Big Black, Black Grape, mixtape, Talk Talk, The Brian Jonestown Massacre, The Dream Syndicate, The Homosexuals, The Only Ones, Yoko Ono
In the 1980s, America’s mainstream horror cinemascape was overrun with paint-by-numbers slasher flicks. This decade that void seems to have been filled with equally vacuous, and more morally disturbing, torture porn. Few movies have made me hate going to the theater more than Hostel or the Saw series.
Now America’s female attention seems to be focused on Twilight, and its’ lame-ass, skin-glowin’ “vampires”. Fortunately, last year Sweden did their best to reclaim the horror and vampire genres from our apparently retarded American directors. Let the Right One In was one of the best films released in 2008, and I sincerely believe it will someday join The Shining as a true horror classic.