So… what are you listening to?
There are days when you need (you *NEED*!) to listen to something upbeat on the drive home so you can keep the mood of the day going or, if less lucky, pick the mood up.
There are also days where you just need to put just a little more proverbial gas in the proverbial car because you’ve got to make it to 9ish before you can call it a day.
Today was one of the latter. On days like this, I like to listen to John Frusciante. Maybe you will too.
I am listenning the the Walk the Line CD made by the actors of that movie. They do a pretty good imitation.
You may want to pick up the stuff Cash did with Rubin in his last couple of years. It’s amazingly strong.
Moby’s new thing, Destroyed. Interesting stuff, easy on the ears but strangely muted. Some reviewers are stomping on Destroyed, but then, some of the folks at Pitchfork et. al. are a bit too clever for their own good. Never conflate the artist with his art, or you’ll never enjoy anything.
Play blew my mind into shards. I then went through his entire back catalog (and fell in love with everything except his Animal Rights album which just fell flat for me).
And then he got all… I dunno.
Is he back?
I have a soft spot in my heart for this release. It’s subdued, introspective. I don’t know if you like downtempo stuff like Air or Phoenix, Stereolab, that sort of thing. If you don’t, you’ll find Destroyed a bit twee, but I’m hardly impartial. I spent a lot of time with my own battery of synthesizers and samplers, I like this stuff. He’s not really trying to make a point, and some of this stuff seems phoned in: twenty minutes in Audacity and I could recreate some of these tunes.
Moby’s trying to avoid repeating himself, Destroyed is the result. The reviewers want another Play and they aren’t going to get one.
Destroyed has a companion book of photographs.