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This page is a Daily Archive of entries for Monday, July 21, 2008 listed from newest to oldest.
It's so rare that I fall in love with new music anymore.
My job demands an ear that is more or less discriminating to the point of alienation; most artists are just a blob of sound that ends up forgotten before I can even give it a chance to be appreciated. It's a horrible side-effect to being employed in the "industry."
So, it was with great delight that I gave the (relatively) new single by M83 a listen for more than 20 seconds last week. The song "Kim & Jessie" has been playing in my office and car on a virtual repeat since last Thursday, and for good reason: it hits on all the best parts of my favorite bands from the 80's — Tears For Fears, INXS, XTC and the like.
And while Smile Politely's Zack Adcock isn't the biggest fan of M83's recent "pop music song structures," he was still able to see it for what it is: some of the best "pop" music being made today.
Listen to the radio edit of "Kim & Jessie" here: www.myspace.com/m83
July 12th - Day off in Portland, OR:
We woke up in Portland at our friends Joni & Mary's house after a late-night drive from Boise. We spent the day seeing why Portland is a haven of music, culture, progressive thinking, and, overall, good things. We went to The Doug Fir for a show, but only saw a SOLD OUT sign on the ticket window. Some friends of ours were going to be there; one, in fact, playing in the Portland Cello Project who was on the bill. So, we did the old shove-our-hands-in-our-pockets-and-kick-an-imaginary-rock-thing as we started walking back to the van. We commenced with Plan B and headed down the street to Dante's for a sweaty, drunken two band bill: Jacuzzi Boys from Miami (Aaron McAllister's twin on lead vocals and guitar) and King Khan & The Shrines. King Khan's is like a James Brown-meets-punk show: horn section, cheerleader, 2 of the members were French, and by the end of the night, the girl who kept hopping up on the corner of the stage so she could lift up her skirt just enough for her boyfriend to take a picture of her, her panties, and the band...still with me?...well, she hopped up one too many times and her arms, weary with whiskey, lifted her 2 inches short of a complete hop and she quickly made friends with the floor, her face being the handshake. It was rough.
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