the night-before-Thanksgiving-tradition

captured on shakey quality video. but, how damn cool is that, dude? so damn cool. especially hearing my MPLS peeps sing along with the Ike man.

"There's also a bit of organ on there, but nothing to worry about."

Sigh of relief for those who may have been worried...I love this, from the NME, claro:

Arctic Monkeys record in haunted studio
Alex Turner says recording sessions feature 'Elsie'

The London studio where Arctic Monkeys are recording their new album is haunted, according to the band.Alex Turner told Rolling Stone that Miloco Studios is inhabited by the spirit of a girl.Turner said: "It's said that a young girl, 'Elsie', haunts the chamber, and unexplained faint whispers have appeared on recordings in the past."'D Is For Dangerous' and 'Fluorescent Adolescent' are among the the new songs the band have recorded for the follow up to their 2006 LP 'Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not'.The as-yet-untitled album is set to be released in May, and Turner says it will not be a huge stylistic departure from their debut.He explained: "There's also a bit of organ on there, but nothing to worry about."

And, gotta dig this headline:

Arctic Monekys to play biggest ever gig

what a man, what a man...

Is there any relevance to knowing that the brilliant and beautiful frontman, Kele Okereke, of Bloc Party is gay? (J Mo gave me the scoop, and I just read the fantastically written UK Guardian's interview with him, where he reveals more about himself than evr before.)

The answer is yes!

It was so intriguing to read about Kele, and learn some of his story, finally. He's 25 (!...I always get off a little more when public figures are exactly my age. I feel that I can understand where they're coming from, I can relate to at least that one thing). Kele "grew up in Essex but was born in Liverpool, to Nigerians who came to the city in the late-Seventies to study. Mum is a midwife, Dad a molecular biologist." .........no words..........just stunning. What a fucking unique perspective for the songwriter of a rock band. I mean, really: Liverpool by way of Nigeria!? But, as he says, he doesn't seem to claim anywhere as "home," really. There's also intelligent, thoughtful talk of race, drugs, religion and of course, his sexuality, which he wisely chose not to discuss until he felt ready. Since he more specifically discusses sex on the most recent Bloc Party record, "A Weekend in the City" (*this is the album, along with "Village Green" that I just can't stop listening to, of late... it's raw, yet carefully constructed intensely emotive-but so not emo-rock and the killer riffs, manic drumming and brilliant build-ups are addictive...let alone the deep, layered lyrics...*) he thought it was *relevant* to discuss it now. I think he's right.

I absolutely love this bit and what he has to say:

"... just as he hated being reduced to 'black guy in indie band', he refused to be drawn either way on his sexuality.

'I didn't talk about it when I did interviews for the last record because it wasn't an area really reflected in the music; I didn't talk about race for the same reason. Why was that still a discussion point? The only reason it was a discussion point was because of the racial prejudice that exists in the mainstream media.'

But A Weekend in the City is a record full of intriguing lyrics and scenarios. Two songs, 'I Still Remember' and 'Kreuzberg', seem to explicitly explore homosexuality. The former is about a crush between two schoolboys ('We left our trousers by the canal'). The latter is about gay promiscuity. So has Okereke decided to talk about his sexuality?

'I think I'm going to have to. With the first album I didn't think it was essential to the experience. I didn't want to have to talk about it in a tabloid way. It wasn't there in the songs, so why did people need to know? But yeah, there are songs on this record that do feel like they're about desire, longing. So yeah,' he concludes, 'I am gonna talk about that.'"

and this:

Their website featured a manifesto ('Bloc Party is an autonomous unit of un-extraordinary kids reared on pop culture between the years of 1976 and the present day ...') and quoted from Bertrand Russell. They wore their pretension heavily, and in their interviews often came across as intense and glum. As Liam Gallagher hilariously observed, they looked like a University Challenge team.

They are the "clever ones;" and I love them for it. (I equally love Oasis for being non-clever and full of swagger, tot.) After reading the interview, I realized why I wanted to put The Smiths' records on (he did too!)...there's a connection, an inspiration: he says, "There's no worse sin as an artist than hiding behind cliches and abstraction. If you have something to say, it should be able to be understood by everyone. So I wanted to make sure this album had a real centre."...that just hits me so hard. This is why I love pop music with intelligible, story-telling lyrics so much. I think that it really reaches people, touches them.

I feel so lucky that I get to put this record on everyday, because it doesn't even hit British audiences until Feb. 5th...legally...yeah. [the writer giggles mischievously] It feels like an important record...a timepiece, for sure. There's "Hunting for Witches," which is, of course, applicable to the the paranoia the world is experiencing in war time. This different kind of war time, one where "enemies" may be among us. (Just *listen to Dumbass Dubya, or simply watch "24," dude.) But, the phrase "hunting for witches" is as ancient as the Salem acts of religious, cultural sexism, and just as applicable for reference to McCarthyism and the Cold War-era...which gives a much broader scope to what Kele is addressing. And, clearly, the "City" that the quasi-concept album is about is London, yes, but virtually everything he sings about is relevant to urban living in modern times...(and it's a helluva lot more urgent and germane than Bob Dylan's record--of the same name-- that's getting so drooled over...)

Damn, I love this guy.

just when I thought I was on the mend

I find out from the doc that I have Bronchitis. It's not pleasant.

The Kinks have been extremely comforting and I'm reading like the dickens. These are the pluses of missing numerous days of work and wallowing in my pad like the sicky I am. I finished Diablo Cody's tales of taking her clothes off in Minneapolis quickly and it was a fantastic read. Now I'm re-reading (for the first time, it seems. do you know what I mean?) The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test and a book of Charles Bukowski's poems.

A few weeks ago, James and I got sucker-punched by the documentary about Bukowski, "Born Into This." It was phenomenal. Really well done, incorporating oodles of words and poems from the man himself and paints the picture of what a sad, complicated fucked up individual he was. A brilliant, tough, deeply flawed alcoholic, he comes across as acutely aware of his faults. And he is a total inspiration to me, as a writer.

His brutal and candid portrayals of his illness, his joy, his women, his despair...it's so rough and beautiful at the same time. It's like he strips away all pretense and bullshit and gets "right to the bone, to the marrow of the bone" as Bono says (amazing interview with the U2 frontman in the doc). Bukowski talks about how his father's beatings made him a good writer and it's not a syrupy answer, it's plain: after you gotten beaten that much, you learn to say what you mean. Whew.

Thanks to my co-worker, Tim, and the doc I am more rabid for a writer's work than I have been in a long time. I definitely think that I was made to discover him at this point in my life, cuz I don't think I was ready for him until now.

"when I got the music, I got a place to go"

Oy. Just getting over one hell of a sickness that knocked me on my fanny for almost a week. I started this post last Tuesday (I got the Ominous Itch In The Throat that night) and just revisited it tonight.

...forgive the weirdness and out of time-ness of it...

This morning was one of the most difficult times getting myself motivated to get up and go to work in recent memory. Obviously due to the reality-hangover of the post New Year's Eve three-day-weekend, but also due to the freezing cold winter we actually have to face now and the fact that I knew I could be late to work today (no one else would be here, I predicted. I was right, hence me writing at this hour.)

(it was 9 am, then)

what saved me... iPod on shuffle:

"Boys of Summer"- Don Henley. I fucking loved this song when I was wee. And I mean wee--I was four (damn) when that black and white video hit my eyes... before I knew I didn't like the Eagles. Before I knew what a prick Don Henley was, before I even knew what the hell a "Deadhead sticker" was even doing on a Cadillac.

"My Flash On You" - Love. I (again) marveled at how raw and garage they sounded for naming themselves Love and coming from the Bay Area. When Jeremy first tried to turn me on to them, I blurted out: it sounds like a Broadway musical! Poor Jeremy had to endure mocking from Ronan cuz of me, I was just told. Apparently every time Jeremy played or talked about Love, Ronan would belt out, "Guys and Dolls! We're just a buncha crazy Guys and Dolls!" Sorry bout that, J Dog. Now, I really don't think that holds...but sometimes Mr Lee goes for the melodrama...

Speaking of the muthafuckin', blessed, mythical Bay Area (my fam is from there and I have always idealized the hell out of it) the next song that officially changed my mood was "Radio," by Rancid. I got chills and a silly grin on my face and felt all fuzzy and nostalgic. I realized that I when I first got into Rancid, I was 14 years old and didn't even know what Clash song "Magnificent Seven" was, let alone get the reference that Tim Armstrong (Clash fan #1) made in the song. The song is one of many about being a Berkeley street kid, living at the Salvation Army and having music as a savior: "when I got the music/ I got a place to go," he slurs and he means it. Rancid meant the world to me when I was 14. My intro to punk, my release, my connection to something raw and simple and youthful. (it wasn't Bruce Springsteen; my dad didn't really dig it--although he took me to see 'em at First Ave, cuz no one I knew would go with me... and he really enjoyed himself!)

Next, came Dylan's story of the "Hurricane." My first thought was: I can never get enough of this song. Ever. I love it. My second thought was: I hope I get to work by the time this song ends, because if I don't, I will be really fucking late. It's a long one.

Then, a super-summer song to counter today's chill: "Girl" off Guero, by Beck. All about a serial killer (summer fun!) it's eerie in a crazy catchy surf, 60s slick pop way. Y'know, like *only* Beck can get away with.

A new one (for me) Lily Allen, "Alfie," talkin' bout how her bro won't get laid cuz he's holed up in his room, smokin' weed and playing computer games. OK, why didn't anyone tell me that she was the solo, female version of the Arctic Monkeys?? That said, their music has nothing in common (except bits and hints of reggae and dance hall)...but it's her delivery (the female Alex Turner) with a white-Brit hip hop flow and narrative, novel lyrics about being 19 or 21 years old.

I first read about her in the NME, but finally heard her on the Current and that disarming, brilliant chorus of the break-up song, "Smile," ("At first, when I see you cry, it makes me smile/At worst, I feel bad for a while/but then I just smile") It was both "Knock 'Em Out," and "Not Big" that sealed the deal about the Arctic connection. The songs are about young-adult-disillusionment..about how she never came with an ex who was "rubbish in bed"...about the "pimp and his crack whore" that punctuate her tour by bike throughout the underbelly of her city. "Friday Night" exposes the angst and bitchiness of women to women at the club: "Look me up and down, I don't make a sound/ There's a lesson to be learned, if you're gonna play with fire, you're gonna get burned." You get the idea. Good for the kids. And the 25-year-old chick that laps it up in Minneapolis...

Her voice has a sweetness (at times sounding like Nina from the Cardigans) that slaps you with swears and cynical thoughts about her neurosis--actually perfectly common feelings of frustration and anger that us young ladies experience all the time... I'm into her.