Saturday, December 29, 2007

god, forgive my tasteless tongue

after excessive deliberation and the acceptance of inevitable insecurity, my 25 favorite albums of 2007:

honorable mentions:
kevin devine - tour ep
ryan adams - easy tiger


20. kanye west - graduation
--remember the kanye/50 cent feud? i don't. not only did chi-town's finest outsell fitty, but he actually made a decent album (come to think of it, his only one) in doing so. while he just
had to go and name an all-around atrocity of a song after my least favorite human being (barry bonds), at least kanyeezy finally put together a disc without an annoying smattering of skits for filler. golf clap from the peanut gallery for rhyming "coldplay" with "coldplay," mr. west. ('stronger,' 'can't tell me nothing,' 'flashing lights.')

19. elvis perkins - ash wednesday
--it may not be terrifyingly outgoing; however, much like matt costa's
songs we sing (2005), it's consistently sweet, charming, and even catchy at times. ('may day!,' 'emile's vietnam in the sky,' 'ash wednesday.')

18. los campesinos! - sticking fingers into sockets ep
--fuck, why couldn't this just be full-length? 16 infectious minutes that sound like everything from rilo kiley to camera obscura to the brunettes. i harbored similar feelings for voxtrot around this time last year, so now i'm stuck holding out for a debut lp. ('frontwards,' 'don't tell me to do the math(s),' 'you! me! dancing!')

17. lcd soundsystem - sound of silver
--my shying away from electronic artists is nothing new, but at least james murphy may have finally started me in the right direction. there may be a handful of incredible singles on here, but i'm just not quite there yet. ('north american scum,' 'someone great,' 'all my friends.')

16. feist - the reminder
--despite the fact that it took an omnipresent little ipod spot, at least ten listens (a couple after starting this list), and a
performance on kimmel's live-from-a-bus broadcast (told you i was shameless, didn't i?) to appreciate it, i'm finally sold. ('i feel it all,' '1234,' 'past in present.')

15. band of horses - cease to begin
--the sooner you realize that a year later, b.o.h. couldn't touch their debut (my #1 in '06), the sooner you'll be able to appreciate a serene, moody and beautiful-at-times album that doesn't need one standout track to work. ('no one's gonna love you,' 'the general specific,' 'lamb on the lam (in the city).')

14. jens lekman - night falls over kortedala
--i may be more conflicted over this lp than any this year. as if it were out of a lekman song, it's an almost comical love-hate relationship; it's impossible for me to be indifferent toward it, and while i'm not sure if i buy into his narratives, if i want to, or if it's okay to, the good outweighs the bad in a very enjoyable way. ('a postcard to nina,' 'shirin,' 'friday night at the drive-in bingo.')

13. peter bjorn and john - writer's block
--for the first third of the year, 'paris 2004' was the front-runner for my favorite single of the year. given, that rarely holds up, but this was one of the most enjoyable albums of 2007, regardless of what you confine your musical preference to. ('young folks,' 'paris 2004,' 'the chills.')

12. wilco - sky blue sky
--initially, the only thing i thought about
sky blue sky? not wilco's best. the issue? for me, ranking wilco albums would be as undesirable an activity as ranking beatles albums (i look at yankee hotel foxtrot not only as their white album, but as a white album of sorts in my own experience as a listener of music in general). this is a step in a different direction for wilco, in favor of modesty (perhaps a more skillful being there). it may take a while for some, but this one will grow on you. ('you are my face,' 'sky blue sky,' 'what light.')

11. voxtrot - s/t
--i don't necessarily agree with the authorities that this was a disappointing debut lp; sure, it lacks the energy of the raised by wolves and mothers, sisters, daughters & wives eps, but were this indie-pop silver to be released by anyone else, the reception may have been friendlier. ('brother in conflict,' 'the future pt. 1,' 'blood red blood.')

10. radiohead - in rainbows

--the day of its release, michael, rebecca and i came home from work, carefully arranged a dish with assorted cookies and brownies from diddy riese, killed the lights in the living room, and smoked entirely too much pot. then we listened. ('nude,' 'all i need,' 'reckoner.')

9. bright eyes - cassadaga
--as magnificent as the majority of this album is, what's left completely disinterests me. nonetheless, seeing the bulk of it performed with the assistance of the l.a. philharmonic at the hollywood bowl was unforgettable, and a handful of songs are as forceful as any by conor oberst. ('hot knives,' 'make a plan to love me,' 'no one would riot for less.')

8. two gallants - s/t

--seeing they put out an album i all but lapped up last year, i wasn't quite sure how great such a quick release could be. i almost assumed i should be disappointed; and while i'm sure there are more than a handful out there who adored what the toll tells and shrugged this one off, i can't help but disagree. ('the hand that held me down,' 'ribbons 'round my tongue,' 'despite what you've been told.')

7. stars - in our bedroom after the war

--given how long it took for me to actually enjoy 'set yourself on fire' as an lp, i was pleasantly surprised by how quickly i was hooked by this one--within the first listen. ('my favourite book,' 'midnight coward,' 'bitches in tokyo.')

6. spoon - ga ga ga ga ga
--before this year, i'd had been hard-pressed to get into any spoon album as a whole; i'd fall in love with individual tracks, but there was never a cohesiveness i could, well, go ga-ga over. it took a while, but i've realized that this is in fact that album. ('you got yr. cherry bomb,' 'the underdog,' 'black like me.')

5. the good life - help wanted nights
--it's not the most ambitious album (nor is it the good life's best), but i find a certain solace--identification, even--in tim kasher's lyrics and delivery; it's hard enough just to dismiss the lesser songs on here, which believe it or not, are there. ('your share of men,' 'keely aimee,' 'rest your head.')


4. andrew bird - armchair apocrypha
--the first word i heard used to describe this 'heretics': heroin. having never heard of andrew bird before this year, it didn't take me long to fall for his strings, quirky lyrics and velvety crooning. if you've yet to listen to an andrew bird record, please do; it may not be armchair, but be persistent--you'll eventually find something of his that blows you away. ('fiery crash,' 'plasticities,' 'heretics.')

3. the arcade fire - neon bible
--after seeing them play the greek theater in may, i had something along the lines of "win butler owns my fucking soul" up as an away message for what must've been a week; when all's said and done, their second album produces exactly that effect--it's truly a religious experience; completely unrelated to the fact that this masterpiece was recorded in a church. ('keep the car running,' 'intervention,' 'antichrist television blues.')

2. the national - boxer
--the fact that this is the album that turned me onto a band i now consider one of my favorites, yet it no longer headlines their discography--paired with a mere two songs that i merely don't care for--may be responsible for keeping it from the top (well, bottom) of this list. two months ago, that's precisely where it was. ('green gloves,' 'slow show,' 'apartment story.')

1. okkervil river - the stage names
--akin to boxer, an album that turned me onto an incredible band that i now treasure. to the contrary, where the aforementioned has flaws (albeit minimal), stage names flirts with a simple perfection; there may be only nine tracks, but not one is worth overlooking. ('unless it's kicks,' 'plus ones,' 'john allyn smith sails.')


DOWNLOAD:
(1-6) (7-12) (13-16) (17-19) (the rest)

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

it's christmas in california...

in the true spirit of jewish christmas (or as i prefer, christian hanukkah), i'd like everyone to take a gander at my jingle balls:


(turns out all you need to turn a non-holiday sweater into a holiday sweater is booze, balls, and pins; in that order.)

i've had no choice all week but to dwell yet again on how immune i am to the holidays. don't get me wrong, december's my favorite month of the year; i just haven't gotten completely swept up in the festivities in years. the things i look forward to the most about the holidays are so simple: cold and blustery conditions (we've been known to dip down into the 50's here in l.a...at night), blowing people away with ironic gifts (shipping cases of natty ice to friends back in arizona because the postage is twice as expensive as the gift), death cab's cover of darlene love's 'christmas (baby please come home)', and knowing new year's is only a week away.

in the end, the holiday season gives me a reason to miss everyone i don't have out here
(you all know who you are) just a little bit more... and i'm pretty content with that.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

making my list, checking it hourly

while i spent a few uneventful days mulling over last year's list and was all but certainly smoking crack when i put together 2005's (really? plans?!), i've genuinely been looking forward to compiling a singles list for this year since the beginning of fall; the past year has been rife with wonderful music, and being a more vigilant listener than ever has made it all the better.

were i to be completely straightforward with this list, a majority of the contents would probably come from a mere handful of albums; but thankfully, by deciding to arrange this list with 25 unique artists ("no repeats"), i don't have to resort to that (cough, 2005). on the other hand, i've spent the last two weeks in a holed up in my place, listening to a favorable chunk of the best 2007 had to offer nonstop (thanks largely to the strike) and compulsively rearranging a single playlist. regrettably, i've had to choose favorites out of some of the most surreal 2, 3, 4, 5-song samples (and entire albums), leaving dozens of beautiful, epic, and indelible songs unmentioned. long story short, this little project kicked my ass:


my 30 (formerly 25) favorite tracks from 2007 (followed by album):

30.
the shins - turn on me ('wincing the night away')
29.
bon iver - for emma ('for emma, forever ago')
28.
eddie vedder - society ('into the wild' ost)
27.
band of horses - lamb on the lam (in the city); ('cease to begin')
26.
the mary onettes - explosions ('s/t')
25.
earlimart - bloody nose ('mentor tormentor')
24.
okay - natural ('huggable dust')
23.
blonde redhead - 23 ('23')
22.
kevin devine - the longer i lay here ('tour' ep)
21. kanye west - flashing lights ('graduation')
20.
rihanna - umbrella ('good girl gone bad')
19.
voxtrot - brother in conflict ('s/t')
18.
stars - bitches in tokyo ('in our bedroom after the war')
17.
feist - 1234 ('the reminder')
16. les savy fav - comes & goes ('let's stay friends')
15.
maritime - guns of navarone - ('heresy and the hotel choir')

14.
jens lekman - friday night at the drive-in bingo ('night falls over kortedala')
13.
m.i.a. - paper planes ('kala')
12. los campesinos! - you! me! dancing! ('sticking fingers into sockets' ep)
11. bright eyes - no one would riot for less - ('cassadaga')
10.
the good life - rest your head - ('help wanted nights')
9.
ryan adams - two ('easy tiger')
8.
spoon - you got yr. cherry bomb - ('ga ga ga ga ga')
7.
andrew bird - plasticities ('armchair apocrypha')
6. peter bjorn and john - paris 2004 ('writer's block')
5. two gallants - despite what you've been told ('s/t')
4. the arcade fire - keep the car running ('neon bible')
3.
lcd soundsystem - all my friends ('sound of silver')
2. the national - apartment story ('boxer')
1. okkervil river - unless it's kicks ('the stage names')

--> DOWNLOAD: (30-16) (15-1)


this entry's had entirely too many edits; i'm saving albums for later.

Monday, December 17, 2007

'cause there's no love like apathy

i've been out of work for two weeks now. initially, our suspension in the wake of the strike seemed inevitable and devastating. when this actually happened, i tried to welcome the notion of all this newfound free time; i'd get to sleep in; i'd run my own errands, see a doctor, see a dentist (which i did: four fillings, $540); i wouldn't need to panic if one tuesday night i sat down, started writing, and next thing i knew, it was 6 a.m.

i'd have... time.

...and i'm not saying i haven't had time. i just haven't had shit to do; and the one thing i want to be doing more than anything else, i'm not.

it's become a game of procrastination. i'll sit here for 2 hours spacing out and listening to music before i can even pull it together and take a shower. i get so excited about wanting to write something after i get out, i play (bob) dylan's 'desolation row' (11:24, and one of my absolute favorites of the 10-minute-plus set) to "limit" my shower in favor of productivity. instead, i stand in the shower, gradually getting it as hot i can take (day by day, i've been testing how much heat i can stand in there. make what you want of it, but i made it past half-strength for the first time the other day. !?) given, i think my best ideas hit me when i'm in one of three places: a) lying in bed before i go to sleep; b) traffic; or c) the shower; so 15 minutes later and somewhere near the end of wilco's 'how to fight loneliness,' i get back to my desk and i hurry to get it down. nothing's coming.

it should be noted that i've also discovered i can take full swings with a wedge in my bedroom without destroying anything, so i suppose my swing's coming back a little after not touching a club since july.

here's another example: i'll call it "the traveling blue envelope." i have this blue envelope (see? told you i'm at a loss of creativity) of time-sensitive forms heading back to the unemployment people sitting around since probably last friday; everything's completed and signed, it's just waiting to be mailed in so that in theory, i can start collecting my pittance from the establishment. monday i rummage about for the handful of postage stamps i'm convinced i have (still am), but i can't find them. i figure i'll walk a block to vons, but it just doesn't happen. no sweat, there's always tomorrow. i even bring the envelope with me to dinner with my mom, thinking "sweet, i'll get a free stamp out of it." i forget to ask. tuesday: i bring it along with michael as we run errands. bay cities. rebecca's. guitar center. i end up at home, it's 4:30, but i don't know where the closest mailbox to our place is (note: i've been informed--nine months after moving here--that there's a drop box in our building), so i decide it's best not to rush the block up to vons just to get flustered at the last minute and not be able to find a mailbox. i end up making the trip to vons on wednesday afternoon. there's a mailbox on the same corner; can't be more than a hundred yards. it takes me three days to walk a block, buy a stamp, and mail a single letter-sized envelope.

none of this is typical of me. (edit: i've been procrastinating since i learned to talk.) i'm slipping. i'm not sharp right now; i'm not concise. i'm drawn out all over the place; i'm just doing it calmly. i'm addicted to convenience. i've got hundreds upon hundreds of these little situations, jokes and lines coursing through my body; i'm talking my fucking existence here. the problem? i've got zero--ZERO--drive to make anything tangible of them.

i've had to make plenty of adjustments over the last couple weeks (in addition to the three weeks leading up to our suspension). for one, i was contently at a point where my biggest concerns weren't my health or finances or career, just my inability to find myself in a stable relationship (subconsciously, it's my favorite thing to lose sleep over). i'm not sleeping with anyone for the sake of sleeping with someone, which is a nice change. hell, the last month or so has been the first time in probably four years that i'm not "in love" with one or more people. (quotations due to the fact that 80% of the time, this is unrequited; so for now, let's go with "at the moment, i'm not pining over anyone.")

a few months back, i reconnected with someone from the past (try, well...my first), made myself available, and i got fucked over. i hadn't really been all that bitter about it until lately, but now that i've got all this free time, it's hard to ignore. long story short: a girl who stays with her distant, construction-working stoner boyfriend of several years out of pity, yet doesn't mind blowing you under the sheets in a vegas hotel room with her former sorority sister and your buddy 10 feet away in the other bed, then doing bong rips and fucking your brains out at your place two weeks later (take a breath...) probably isn't gonna stick. i could be wrong. i hope i'm wrong. i try to see the best in people, but maybe sometimes it's not actually there; maybe i'm just enamored with everything these girls evoke from within me. at least i got to try my hand at homewrecking.

on a positive note, i actually talked to a girl i found interesting (very) last night at an ugly christmas sweater party. high point of my week. from what i remember, she probably has a boyfriend. sweet.

oh. i went to dinner at my dad's tonight with this mustache:


i think what's getting under my skin (among other things, of course) is that it's my favorite time of year, yet i'm feeling so completely uninspired.


there. that felt good.

quarter-life crisis solution

i'll be 25 in a matter of weeks. seeing i impulsively got a new car last year (a month and change out of college) and a new mac this year (after punching my old one), i'm playing things a little safer for the upcoming year and creating a new blog (you know, in case anything else i touch breaks). frankly, i just got sick of seeing "mikedub22" everytime i logged into my livejournal. where's the charm in that? in fact, i'm gonna blame my reluctance/inability to write solely on that fact. we had a good run (four years, nine weeks), but i'll gradually (edit: pretty much abruptly) be phasing it out. if it's any silver lining, it won't be going anywhere (as far as i know.)

http://mikedub22.livejournal.com

obviously, this must be flustering for you; "what's next? you gonna drop the all-lower case thing and start using proper capitalization?"

doubtful.