Archive for January, 2010

Sightings: Alice Cohen, “Memories of Glaciers” Video

Thursday, January 14th, 2010

ALICE COHEN “MEMORIES OF GLACIERS” from OESB // FUTURE SOUND on Vimeo.

It would have been nice to see this video for “Memories of Glaciers” floating around back when Alice Cohen’s Walking up Walls l.p. dropped on Olde English Spelling Bee last August, but the mid-January timing feels entirely appropriate. “Memories of Glaciers” is the cool and meditative blue to the frenetic summer neon of the “Landrunner” video she did for Ducktails earlier last year, even if the quivering, animated-scrapbook style forms an obvious line of continuity. Listening to this album closer by itself was enough to give me an inkling of it, but seeing this video in the flesh really does make me feel like I am back in my one-piece red snow parka, blinking my eyes against the glare of the sun on my first double black diamond. And all I can remember is how when my skis finally glided over that giant boulder and caught the air, what I actually experienced–for the first time in my life–was the sensation of total stillness.
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Sightings: New Yoga, “Lizard Vision”

Monday, January 11th, 2010

[CoverAh, the New Age internet mysteries just keep on multiplying… About four different people in the last week have pointed my attention to this screwball fan video for Paul McCartney’s “Temporary Secretary,” even though I have no reason to believe they have been in contact. Weirder still, a leisurely late-afternoon link-clicking spree led to me to SKYMALL today, a portal of bizarro pop cultural pastiche that Rosequartz describes as an “imaginary free record label,” and that seems to be in some way related to PEACE AGE, an equally cryptic e-destination for cassette releases and animated collage. The sites do not link back to each other, but both list “CH-ROM” and “Luke Perry” under authors, and I am inclined to believe the latter is none other than the very Luke Perry captured in this Vimeo by Pixel Horse. Outside the site’s retro-futurist wall paper, which pictures a verdant tomorrowland fashioned entirely in hexagonal shapes, I was struck by its utopian vision of an “online store” in which everything is free. And I was also struck by this dewey-eyed pentatonic guitar revery by New Yoga (off of the band’s “Lizard Vision” e-release), which feels like it would make the perfect exit music for a bromance about reuniting with lost college buddies…back in the future.
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Sightings: Campfires, “It’s Been So Long”

Sunday, January 10th, 2010

campfiresEver since I first tuned in to the solo work of Chicago lo-fi tape artist Jeff Walls, I’ve been starting to think that the effects of the internet on our listening habits go beyond the generational ADHD our elders are so fond of teasing us about. In addition to shortening our musical attention spans, it seems to be having the counterintuitive effect of making us return to formats and recording technologies that pre-date the digital age–or at least music that approximates the sound of doing so. Could it be because we are the last generation that actually remembers a world before itunes? And we feel a responsibility, somewhere, to preserve the memory of those warm and cuddly dark ages for our children, and our children’s children? When the man behind Campfires sent me his “Stormy Late Fall” 7 inch a few months ago, I immediately recognized him as one of the many emerging millennium artists to channel both of these impulses into a single strip of magnetic tape. Moreover, I remember being struck by the fact that while most of his songs seemed to peace out after hitting the two-minute mark (if not earlier), they packed a very rich and lasting punch.
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Ten Things I Remember About Salem on Tuesday Night at Glasslands

Thursday, January 7th, 2010

010610salem01One: Tuesday night at Glasslands in Brooklyn was the first installment of Pendu Org’s new weekly “Horror Scores for the Dancefloor” party, hosted by Harrison Owen and Todd Pendu.

Two: The headliner for the evening was the Gothic synthesizer trio Salem, whose onstage mystique I can only describe as falling somewhere between that notorious Massachusetts township and a menthol cigarette smoked in a parked sedan outside a strip mall.

Three: Tuesday night at Glasslands looked a lot like the above photo by Maggie Lee. In other words, the room was so smoky that you were unlikely to see past the raised French tips of the person standing in front of you.
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