I’m sitting and I’m listening and I’ve decided to write, so here I am and here I am writing. So much, so much to write about. All of the things seem to be split at the crease, though; the skin of the issues is stretching. I fear it will burst; an explosion. My fear is real.
But enough of those things. Today is a day flled with yeterday’s news. It is goddamn cold, I tell you, to begin with. I’ve walked around a bit today, but that really doesn’t matter. It was a morning of sorts, but it’s not what I’m on about.
So, what am I on about?
Who is to know but me?
Let me set the scene:
I am sitting in a chair. I am writing at a laptop computer which is sitting on a desktop. I’m staring at the second monitor as the letters spill from the bones on the back of my hands; on the muscles whose memory rarely betrays. And they must not, for my mind races in place, finding different ways to reach the same next sentence as the time before…no, not the same. Never the same. I can’t become boring. There is nothing worse in this life (hyperbole coming) than boring writing. Nay, of course there is but just listen…
I’ve got some things to say.
Firstly, my top five records for the foul year of our lord, two thousand and fifteen:
1. Courtney Barnett – Sometimes I Sit And Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit.
2. The Tallest Man On Earth – Dark Bird Is Home
3. Ezra Furman – Perpetual Motion People
4. Desaparecidos – Payola
5. Waxahatchee – Ivy Trip
Now, let me explain something. This is the order from first to fifth in my mind. But there are multiple reasons at least three but possibly four of these records would, in surreality, be tied for first. And there are very simple reasons for this, the most obvious being these are all albums with their own sound and style, mostly. But really, Courtney Barnett has the best record released last year. The best Rock and Roll written last year. Because it is fucking Rock and Roll capitalized. Raw man. It is raw and unbridled and brimming with subtle genius.
But, now here we go, because Ezra Furman is also raw and unbridled Rock and Roll Music. “Lousy Connection” is a number one single in any other universe than ours…In ours, no one knows who the fuck Ezra Furman even is. Who is he? You should go find out. He’s a stroke of brilliance in a crowded field of mediocrity and banality.
But, now, again, so is The Tallest Man. Kristian Matsson is, perhaps, the greatest songwriter of our generation. He is not our Bob Dylan, even with his gravelly voice and clever wordplay. No. Not Bob Dylan. He is our Paul Simon; a more focused Paul Simon. Ok, Bob Dylan. Anyway, Dark Bird Is Home is a perfect album. From start to finish, it is rocksolid and memorable. Hell, every song the man has ever written is good. And that’s Four LPs and Two EPs into a still very young career. He’s going to do things no one else has even dreamt up. He already has.
But now, so has Conor Oberst, and the new Desaparecidos record – the band that Oberst inexplicably, but thankfully, revamped after a 13 year silence – is the most important album that came out last year. Payola is a statement…like everything Oberst puts his mind to, really. And yes, it is musically inventive and catchy and everything you want from Oberst-doing-the-punk-thing (even though you could argue everything he’s ever done is cut from the more familiar cloth of Punk Music, though I digress), but – jesus, again, like everything Oberst does when he puts his mind to it – the lyrics are positively brilliant. There is biting satire here. There are bold sentiments. Leftist, socialist ideals abound. This is punk the way it should be done. It’s almost ironic. But poetic.
Which brings us to Waxahatchee. I can’t put my finger on what is so awesome about her. Plus, to be honest, I kinda just slotted her in because I listened to the record a couple times and liked it. It didn’t hit me in the gut like the big four. But, then, I can’t, at the time of this writing, come up with another album that really struck me in the chest last year.
Maybe I’ll do a 5-10 list in a few weeks, after I’ve scoured the internets for albums I missed. It’s my favorite time of year for music. Everything is happening. All of it.
But now, that brings is to what exactly is happening in this country right now.
An armed “militia” (aka a Terrorist Group) has taken over a “Federal Building” (a small shack in the middle of nowhere) in Oregon for some reason…protesting “tyranny” they think the Federal Government has inflicted upon them in taking back land the gunmen evidently want to use for themselves, which brings us back to irony because that land originally wasn’t “originally” owned by any goddamn institution, but “occupied” by the Natives to said land…
It’s too stupid to write about.
And thank god, because these are almost 200 white men with guns which is just about the most frightening thing my mind can think of. Historically, this never ends well. And I trust none of them so far as I can throw a 200 lb douchebag, piece of shit, disgusting, stupid person, which is what they all are on the surface.
Which brings me to the Presidential Race.
Feel The Bern. That’s all I wanna do.
Oh, and I love you.