"I remember sitting in a lot of apartments with a slight headache about five o’clock in the morning. I had a friend who could not sleep, and he knew a few other people who had the same trouble, and we would watch the sky lighten and have a last drink with no ice and then go home in the early morning, when the streets were clean and wet (had it rained in the night? we never knew) and the few cruising taxis still had their headlights on and the only color was the red and green of traffic signals."
Joan Didion, from her essay “Goodbye To All That” referring to her time in New York
Like her I too am now having “hallucinatory flashes” of times like this in a place unlike any other. Though not always the most comfortable, this time of day was oddly cathartic and refreshing, when, as James Murphy would say “the sun comes up / and we still don’t want to stagger home”
Or, as Loesser put it:
“My time of day is the dark time
A couple of deals before dawn
When the street belongs to the cop
And the janitor with a mop
And the grocery clerks are all gone
When the smell of the rain-washed pavement
Comes up clean and fresh and cold
And the streetlamp light
seems to sputter with gold”
A thing I made today
Bringin’ this back
I used to feel this song defined how I felt coming back for spring break, but it sort of even more defines how I feel coming back after the studying’s done into LIFE
(Source: SoundCloud / Barton Lewis "That Guy")
A thing I made today
I made a flyer for a show today.
it’s a fine piece of artwork.
aw this was from the first solo show i ever played on my 19th birthday i covered All My Friends at the end here memories
oh fuck freshman year feels
This show was the first time I ever heard the the song “All My Friends.” That is a true fact.
Happy Birthday to James Murphy, head LCD Soundsystem honcho!
If you haven’t heard the score he did for Greenberg (an excellent movie, by the way, and one of Ben Stiller’s finest roles) have a listen. It’s rather different from the dance-y stuff you might think of when you think of James Murphy.
"Straight from my most played on my laptop computer’s itunes: Redd Kross, Ollabelle, Slim Gaillard, Sun Ra, The Third Bardo, Norma Tanega, Blossum Deare The Heptones, The Smiths, Incredible Bongo Band, Newcleus, Prince, Traffic, The White Stripes, Natalino Otto, LCD Soundsystem, Aimee Mann, Bety Wright, Sugar Pie DeSanto, A Tribe Called Quest, Vampire Weekend, Divinyls, Julian Bream, All Green, Teddybears, Bobby Darin…."
This is what John Flansburgh of They Might Be Giants is listening to.
But also Slim Gaillard, guys. If you don’t know him, check him out NOW. An uber-talented pianist and guitarist who is classically trained and also has some Jerry Lee Lewis-esque tricks up his sleeve:
"I’m not a big songwriter guy. People who are really good singer-songwriters usually left me kind of cold. I’ve always been more of a physical music person even when I didn’t listen to dance music; I didn’t quite realize it, but the punk bands I liked had a kind of physicality that I really liked. Lyrically and vocally, I was never all that interested in melody or great voices, and musically, I was never that interested in chord changes. I always liked to find something that kind of did one thing for a really long time and did it very well — or just had a physicalness to it that I really liked."
— James Murphy (of LCD Soundsystem) on songwriting
Alarm set for 4:59 AM to the tune of LCD Soundsystem’s All I Want.
In case anybody forgets how it starts.
This is how it starts.
LA I Love You, But You’re Bringing Me Down (or, Losing My Edge on the 405)
Losing My Edge never comes on the radio. Hell, LCD Soundsystem never even comes on the radio, not even on Sirius XM satellite radio, which I happened to be listening to this afternoon as I drove from UCLA to the beach, taking that great horror of Los Angeles horrors, the 405 freeway, for one of the last times I ever would before moving back to New York this coming Friday.
But it wasn’t really a horror. It was kind of nice. And it was a beautiful day. I had to capture it. And sing along horribly like a warbly lunatic.