Hozier’s Introduction to the World

I struggled writing this post on Hozier’s first album. As I sat writing, deleting, and rewriting, I was reminded why I originally decided not to review new music. I listen to this beautiful album and like many reviewers I want to tear it apart and analyze it, but that approach would be inconsistent with my original intent. My goal is to experience the music, not destroy it. In the short time of owning this album I have experienced it deeply.

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I was first introduced to the song Take Me To Church. Immediately I fell in love with the simple sound, and complicated words. Watching the video I was transported to past protests and rallies. The video tells the story of two men who love each other, one is murdered for it. The video and the song work together perfectly, we are confronted with struggles of the LGBT community and the isolation experienced by conservative religion. The refrain “Take me to church” isolates the dichotomy of religion that preaches love and acts differently.

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Of course the marriage of this song and that video tell a different story than listening to the song alone. The song by itself draws parallels to love and the institution of religion. This song thrives in the heart of the teenager that lives inside of me. A boy who struggles to understand his feeling while still being enveloped by them. What I love about this song is that it works on multiple levels, it works as a scathing commentary faith and as a love song describing someone lost in an emotional tsunami.

My Church offers no absolution
She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom.’
The only heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you—

It connects religion and love, faith and lust, hope and loss. I don’t know if you have ever been lost in love, especially a love that is not balanced but the author seems to understand this carnal desire.

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

MoonMaybe you’ve never had this feeling or maybe it’s just easier to lie about it, but Hozier’s rock, blues, gospel, pop mix brings to light the love we often leave hidden in the darkness, the love that we don’t admit. Or the feeling of losing ourselves to love. If you have never had this issue you may get bored but if you have, prepare to bring that darkness to the surface.

The album revolves around relational themes, generally about love, lust, sex, and loss. I played the song In A Week for my wife, she listened openly in the beginning appreciating the music, but she didn’t feel the full weight of the song until she heard the refrain:

And they’d find us in a week
When the weather get’s hot
After the insects have made their claim
I’d be home with you

Immediately she wondered whether we should continue listening to this album. But this is not an album one can simply pull one song out and expect to understand the full depth, some albums are just full of great songs that don’t connect with each other, this was not one of them. The order of the songs and the fullness of the album creates a context, and it would be hard to understand any one song without first beginning to understand the whole of the album. That is why I love vinyl, it helps me find that context.

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So, If you are looking for simple, look somewhere else, this album is not for you. We have to think about this album, we comb over it, and always listen for something new. So far I hear love songs, joyful and tragic. He delves into love, he embraces it, massages it, and even mangles it.

I look forward to hearing his future albums. This album was very thematic, and I look forward hearing different themes. Love is important but I’d love to hear him pour this much work into other issues. Now, whether he will we don’t really know, but I do know I will blindly buy his next album in the hope that he continues to grow as a musician and commentator.

Taking a Walk With Garth Brooks (On my Walkman)

I decided I would get serious about my health so I joined Weight Watchers. Of course with dieting comes exercise and even though I had been trying to avoid it, I realized I would have to be more active. So I took these ridiculously blue shoes

 

Ridiculously Blue

Ridiculously Blue

This monster of a Walkman

Sony Walkman S2

Sony Walkman S2

And this used Garth Brooks Tape

Garth Brooks - The Hits

Garth Brooks – The Hits

I pull up the hood on my oversized gray hoodie (It makes me feel like Gandalf), and walk out the door.

As soon as I started walking, I realized that The Hits by Garth Brooks is the perfect soundtrack for my walk. I don’t know if it’s because deep down, Garth Brooks is just a Rock and Roll singer or if it is that he knew my neighborhood and made a cassette for it. I don’t enjoy walking out the door, it’s not pain, I just struggle with physical activity, but then Ain’t Goin’ Down (‘Til The Sun Comes Up) comes on and my reticence disappears. How could it not? And as I travel down the road Friends in Low Places comes on and I start to sing. I am aware at that I am wearing a Walkman and no one else can hear the music but I don’t care, I got places to go and songs to sing!!!

The River comes on and I remember my childhood, for some reason we were taught the sign language of this song every year. Of course, the song does lend itself well to anyone with anything going on in their life, whether its issues at home, trouble in relationships, or cancer, The River reminds us that we keep moving with the currant even though we don’t want to, and I continue moving with the currant.

Then I arrive at this cool cemetery in my neighborhood

 

Ridgeland, MS

Ridgeland, MS

And as I walk through the gate I hear the chorus, I’m much too young to feel this damn old. I can’t help but chuckle, I am walking through the cemetery, and I feel old? As I walk through the small road and look at the old and new graves I am forced to keep my mortality in perspective. Someday my body will be laid cold (then heated up shortly when I am cremated) and what is left is the knowledge I pass down. The cemetery reminds me why I work, and the purpose of my work.

I generally leave the cemetery while The Thunder Rolls, and about the time American Honkey-Tonk Bar Association I remember that Garth Brooks and I probably wouldn’t agree about politics, but we don’t have to for me to sing along as I turn the corner toward home. I get home after two slow songs reminding me what I walk toward. If Tomorrow Never Comes and Unanswered Prayers drive me home to my family.

I get home remove my Gandalf hoodie then go on about my day. But there is something simple about carrying my Walkman instead of an mp3 player. It just feels easier. I don’t have to put together a special mix, I don’t have to copy anything to the player (which is more of a hassle than I would have ever thought), and I get to feel the tape in my hand (which makes a bigger deal than you’d think), I get to feel the mechanics begin to move when I push the buttons, it feels, active, to me. I am going through the act of listing to music, not just passively hearing it.

If you know the album you may be asking, what about the B side? Well, good question, that is for tomorrows walk. When I pick up my Walkman tomorrow I will flip the tape being reminded that life is better when I’m not Standing Outside the Fire.

I was Drunk the Day My Mom Got Out of Prison: Why Country Music Still Needs David Allen Coe

I am not a perfectionist in the the traditional sense, I don’t read these blog posts over and over again to correct grammar or even make sure I have removed all the redundancies, for example, read the opening line. That, however, does not mean I am not finicky, in fact it may just be a different kind of perfectionism. What I mean Is, I work very hard to make sure that my message is clear (even when the messages is “Meh!”).

David Allen Coe: Greatest Hits

David Allen Coe: Greatest Hits

 

My process is a little strange, sometimes these things write themselves and sometimes they are a wrestling match but, I have never been more blocked on a post than when I sat down to write about David Allen Coe. My first version of this post read like an apology for appreciating his music. And if you know anything about his personal life or his beyond questionable taste you might understand my reticence. The problem with my first few drafts of this post was that I was trying to whitewash Coe, however, that brings problems. First, it’s just not honest, second, it is ridiculous to believe in the possibility, David Allen Coe lives down a dark rabbit hole, light may not actually reach that far. Of course, were he to read that I suspect he would laugh call me something inappropriate then tell me through which orifice I can shove his record (after pointing out I must have forgotten he’d been to prison).

But the fact is, his music is too important to overlook, especially for someone like me who purports to like “all kinds” of music. I would even be willing to say that we need musicians like David Allen Coe, because I may have to admit that I don’t care for his personality, he keeps me (and Nashville) honest. There may be no other country artist that understands exile more than David Allen Coe, in fact, he often sings about it. I can’t listen to songs like, You Never Called Me By My Name, or Longhaired Redneck without hearing about a good ‘ol boy system within the good ‘ol boy system.

In You Never Called Me, Coe points out that he fits in a lot better when people think he is Merle Haggard or Waylon Jennings. In Longhaird Redneck He is very clear that DJ’s don’t’ go to his shows, and they seldom like to play his music, though he doesn’t really care, and wouldn’t want it any other way. Coe was never afraid to call out the establishment in Country Music, and his fans loved him for it.

On a side note, he may be the progenitor of the oldest country music joke in the world (What do you get when you play a country song backward?) in You Never Called me, he points out that the best country music songs have to mention Momma, trains, trucks, prison, and being drunk. In fact the song is so catchy I am no longer surprised to hear my 13 year old daughter sing, “I was drunk, the day my momma got out of prison.” The song uses thick sarcasm questioning the repetitive nature of country themes. It  me of an  Entertainment Weekly article that came out a few years ago pointing out that all the top charted country songs of 2013 utilized the same themes over and over again: trucks, Dirt Roads, begging girls to get into trucks, tight blue jeans, river banks, the sunset, and the good stuff. I can’t imagine Coe would have cared much for bro country.

I could give you a lot of examples but the big question is, would I recommend you listen to David Allen Coe? Yes! Do I recommend you like him? Meh! One of the important things I take from Coe after a few songs is that country is not immune to this classic music establishment that like all other establishments, frames one specific narrative, a shiny one (even if it’s depressing). Even among what is known as Outlaw Country Music David Allen Coe often finds few friends, and even fewer supporters. I would be oversimplifying to say that that we should take the message, “Be yourself,” from Coe because he is generally just being stubborn, but there is something deep happening in his music we need to hear. I wish I could tell you what it was, it would make this post much easier to write.

David Allen Coe: Greatest Hits

In the future you will hear about Willie and Waylon but I felt like I had to start with Coe, for some reason it just felt more honest. Believe me, I wanted to start with Merle Haggard, Merle would have been easy to write about. But, why is it more honest to start here? Some people call it piss and vinegar and some say it’s just being stubborn, but I think that anyone who isn’t afraid to call out their establishment even when it can hurt their career is worth a listen. It is something we have to hear, so that when we need to call them out we can stifle our fear.

Because at the end of the day, standing up reminds us what it’s like to be left standing in the rain.

Weezer: Because Everything Will Be Alright in the End.

Everything Will Be Alright In the End - Cover

Everything Will Be Alright In the End – Cover

It is difficult for me to write about modern albums, I feel like. I try to make sure that if I am going to dedicate the time to learning the new music (by learning I mean a lot of listening) it had better be good. My attention span isn’t what it used to be, and I find little desire to decode the lyrics of complicated songs. And though I support the idea that all musicians should grow in depth as they mature, the fact is, I am a much older man in spirit than body, and am very much a fuddy duddy, even though my last three posts were about modern albums.

Many of the bands singing pop rock when I was a kid had their start in the 70’s before I was born. I found them in the late 80’s and respected them into the 90’s. When it comes to bands that started during my middle to teenage years in the mid to late 90’s I wonder what they are doing now. For some reason I had assumed Weezer had simply stopped making music after Green. Then I realized why I was missing their new albums, when I saw “Everything Will Be Alright In the End,” at the record store.

Everything Will Be Alright In the End - Record

Everything Will Be Alright In the End – Record

My ascension to Fuddy Duddydum had left me listing to classic rock channels and 90’s grunge and alternative channels (which is considered classic rock in some circles). I forgot that classic Weezer, though very good, was not the only Weezer. I looked over while picking my daughter up from school and heard her singing along to Weezer’s new album and realized that Weezer had gained new status in the world, a band that survived its beginnings and grew into something bigger, something that made them into a new classic. I was just old enough to have been there when they started, but my daughter, learned of them many years after their beginning. Of course it can often be difficult reconnecting older bands, but Weezer’s “Everything Will Be Alright in the End” made it easy. Cuomo’s intent in this album was to look back while moving forward, using their classic sound.

Everything Will Be Alright In the End - Insert

Everything Will Be Alright In the End – Insert

I don’t know what it is about Weezer and Cuomo’s writing that makes me pour over lyrics, regardless of whether I want to, it is compulsive. Sure, I could try to just enjoy this album, bobbing my head as I listen to the catchy tunes, but I feel like I would be treating the writer unjustly. These songs make it hard to just listen to I want to hear them as well. In fact I had to google Foucault before writing this paragraph. I can imagine saying that to Rivers Cuomo and Rivers just walking away shaking his head. When I listen to River’s words and music I cycle through few basic thoughts that progress in this manner.

  1. I’d love to meet this guy for coffee
  2. We could talk about his music and theology
  3. I’d love to hear about his writing process
  4. Shit he went to Harvard
  5. Am I smart enough to talk with Rivers?
  6. Uh oh I’d better prepare how do you pronounce Foucault again?
  7. Can I call him Rivers?
  8. And I’d better bone up on my Greek, where did I leave my old professors email?
  9. I’m tired
Would Someone Please Translate This For Me? My Greek is Terrible.

Would Someone Please Translate This For Me? My Greek is Terrible.

Weezer produces great and catchy music, which seems extremely unpopular today. Cuomo writes amazing lyrics, in fact he went to college to make himself a better writer, to better delve into the depths of his soul. The songs in this album are broken into three topics, Women, Work, and Father Issues. These three topics show up often in Weezer songs, but that’s not a bad thing, because these three topics show up often in our day to day lives. But Cuomo doesn’t sing about these three things the same way as he did in Pinkerton and Blue, instead, his songs engender growth, and one of the greatest truths, sometimes we have to return to the beginning to really know who we are in the end.

Saying Goodbye While I Turn Blue, My Introduction to the Black Keys

The Black Keys, Turn Blue Album Cover

The Black Keys, Turn Blue Album Cover

If I were to write a review of The Black Key’s new album Turn Blue I would probably have to tell you which studio album they were on, how this album interacts with their past albums, and what new influences obviously lead to their blue turn. I would probably also have to mention 100 other bands or producers before ever talking about the Black Keys themselves, especially British Cartoon Character Danger Mouse who has something to do with this album. And it would be important to mention they are from Akron, because I guess… the Akron Music Scene? I know that would be the case because I made the mistake of reading reviews of Turn Blue before writing this post.

It is astounding. It astounds me because they never really get around to talking about the album itself, and they never give me the sense that they experienced the album. The goal from the beginning of their review is, simply, to tell you whether or not they think the album, from a critical standpoint, is good. Which apparently they can do without ever really talking about The Black Key’s music, and quite possibly listening to the whole thing. I obviously do not understand the business side because their reviews make no sense to me.

Close Up

I bought this album at a record store in Memphis because I heard them sing on The Colbert Report. I don’t remember the song they sang because that was a long time ago, I just remember it was catchy and the album cover was cool, that was enough for me.

I appreciate this band first, because they include a copy of the CD with the record, and they gave me a poster. That is important because I don’t care to buy CD’s or simply download mp3s, they make it worth spending more money on the analog copy. Without the record there is nothing to touch. Many bands offer a free download, but these guys went the extra mile and gave me a CD.

The Black Keys: Turn Blue Record Sleeve

The Black Keys: Turn Blue Record Sleeve

Secondly, something strange happens when Fever comes on. My disco ball finds a way to entice me into turning it on and I start to dance. Not quite sure why this happens EVERY TIME!!! But it does and that is something I am just going to have to live with it, as will my wife and children. Right away that song grabs me and pulls me from my seat. At that point it doesn’t even matter what the song is about, I’m already in. The whole album goes back and forth from this psychedelic blues to pop, and by then end, I have lost like 45 minutes and I’m covered in sweat.

Of course it starts strong, Weight of Love introduces something delightfully forlorn, and the message continues as I slow dance through the album. The album helps me say goodbye, and who doesn’t need to say goodbye to something? Turn blue makes me confront a certain kind of baggage, baggage that I am ready to let go of.  I can’t stay angry long while listening to these guys. Their mellow mix of forlorn sadness and slow drive leaves me with the feeling that everything is going to be ok, even if the process takes a long time, even amidst the bullshit serenade.  And quite honestly, sometimes I need that. This album gives me the permission to turn blue without the expectation that I stay there forever.

And Finally, I think I was hypnotized by the artwork.

Turn Blue

Turn Blue

And as much as I would love to end this post with that idea I can’t. I have to say that of the reviews I read lack something very important when it comes to this album, a fresh ear. The reviewers spend so much time defining context that they miss something important, that this album creates its own context. Turn Blue made me a Black Keys fan. Not because there is anything wrong with their other albums, I just haven’t heard them.  Sure, this may be a their 50th album, and often I agree that most things don’t exist in a vacuum, but for the first time in my life I might just have found something that did.

And it turned blue.

Reflecting on Twenty Years of Rage Against the Machine

 

The Front Cover of the 2012 Release

The Front Cover of the 2012 Release

If you don’t take action now
We settle for nothing later
We’ll settle for nothing now
And we’ll settle for nothing later!

I found Rage Against the Machine’s debut album, 20th anniversary version at my local music store (I understand it came out in 2012). I bought it, immediately,

I was first introduced to RAM(Rage Against the Machine) on MTV, watching the video for Freedom, it had to be the early 90’s. Something struck me. It wasn’t just that the lead singer was screaming but the way he incorporated the scream into the song. It wasn’t random, it grew, and it grew from nothing to deafening. And it wasn’t baseless, it had purpose, literal outcry. The video and song tell the story of the Federal Raid of the Pine Ridge Reservation in the early 70’s, and though it would be 20 years after the release the song the video would become the core of a Thanksgiving Sermon.

Rage Against the Machine Back Cover 2012

Rage Against the Machine Back Cover 2012

One of the reasons I love Rage Against the Machine is that they go further than simple social commentary but send a call to action. It would be years after their initial release and the beginnings of my work as a minister that would bring them to the forefront of my listening life. Rage Against the Machine remind me that the winners control history, and if we are to fight marginalization we may have to embrace basic principles of anarchy. I myself am not an anarchist, I appreciate order, I just get frustrated when that order is skewed so far to the white that oligarchs use crisis as fuel to control the population. If the poor and middle class are pitted against one another, by class, race, gender, religion, or freedom (yeah right) then the top 1% are free to function without question, at least without real question.

There used to be a word in English, accountability. Now when the corporate oligarchs do something unethical they are called before bought men and instead of being brought to justice they are given tribute. They are too big to fail, but down here in Mississippi, we are too small to survive. I am reminded every day that Mississippi is run by stewards, stewards bought and paid for by the Corporate Oligarchy. Before the Civil War Mississippi had one of the highest GDP’s in all of the United States, money made off the backs of slaves. If you visit Natchez you can still go to the site of the biggest auction block in the country. Cemented in the ground are shackles and chains that had been lost to the elements and buried until a work crew found them and cemented them into a large concrete block in the ground.

But sadly as I grew up the injustice didn’t register. I grew up religious, I am religious today but it doesn’t look like it used to. I have learned that to be moral I must also be active. It is Rage Against the Machine that drives me downtown for a march, or a rally. It is Rage Against the Machine that forces me to vote, it is Rage Against the Machine that makes me value justice, even when justice bring me discomfort and pain. I often find myself sitting in rooms full of men and women whose names were recorded on secret Sovereignty Commission lists in Mississippi that date back to 1956, those who were vocal those who fought against the machine that grew strange fruit.

LP Art

LP Art

The cover of this album has a Vietnamese Monk burning himself in protest, asking only for religious freedom. RAM reminds us of the cost of activism, the cost of standing for right. It was a religious man on the cover, I am a religious man, I was raised in a faith that called death the ultimate sacrifice but the right one when facing injustice. I don’t know if I have that courage, but it is a courage that has passed through many leaders of the past: Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King Jr, Malcom X, Medgar Evers, Mahatma Gandhi, Michael Servetus, John F Kennedy.

I may sound bitter as you read this, but it really isn’t bitterness, it is shame. I live in Mississippi, white privilege helps me on a day to day basis. It is privilege I grew up with. In fact, it was so much a part of my White and Male privilege that I didn’t catch it. I never really noticed my bias’s, toward people of different color, different gender, and religion. I know that even while listening to Rage that I am part of the Machine. I made a lot of changes but change is slow. I sit frequently in rooms with leaders fighting for equality, whether it’s race, gender, orientation, or labor. I try to face rage with peace. I am a pacifist, there is enough violence, there is enough death, without adding anything to it, but even peacefully we can rage against the machine.  I know I stand on the shoulders of all those who came before me and I know that what I reap is what I sow.

Rage Against the Machine Spinning

Rage Against the Machine Spinning

Considering Beck’s Morning Phase

 

Beck: Morning Phase

Beck: Morning Phase

One of my last purchases from my local record store before closing its doors was Beck’s Morning Phase. The conversation went something like this:

Me:        How is this new Beck album?
Him:       It’s cool, it’s not like his older albums.
Me:        Should I get it?
Him:       Beck isn’t very good at reissuing albums, don’t worry it’s a solid album.
Me:        OK

I tell this story for two reasons. First, as an example why it’s important to have a local record store, the shop keepers help us find music we probably wouldn’t otherwise buy. And second, it really is an amazing album.

I will never forget the first time I listened to this Beck album, I had to work very hard to keep an open mind. I had to work so hard because this album sounded nothing like Mellow Gold or Odelay, and if we know anything it’s that Beck fans love Mellow Gold and Odelay. I couldn’t figure out what happened to Beck, so I actually looked on the internet to see if there are two Beck’s. Well I found out there weren’t, I also found out that he had a few albums  before this one, specifically one called Sea Change, people loved it, and it was of similar style. In fact this album was a companion to that one.

Beck: Morning Phase

Beck: Morning Phase

I tried to figure out what I was missing so I listened to this album over and over again. Oh I said I liked it but I really wasn’t sure, I just didn’t want to be that guy who gave up on artists in their later years. Of course if I really wanted to blame someone for being shocked by his changing style I really have to blame myself. I have to blame myself for one simple reason, I got caught up in the idea that all good music was released while I was in high school or college. I swore up and down that would never happen, but, it did. It was my fault because I stopped listening after Odelay.

After a week of solid listening I decided I was trying to force it so I let it go. Then I wanted to listen to the album and I was looking to see if I could find Sea Change.

Beck Looking Through a Hole

Beck Looking Through a Hole

Like all good artists Beck changed, some reviewers pointed out that this was because the world didn’t. He had always seen the problematic establishment, but was now dealing with the idea that it wasn’t changing and he wondered if there was a point. I don’t know whether Beck was feeling that or not, but I know I understand that idea. I get it, I look into the mirror and my beard is becoming grayer every day, silly me I had just assumed I would be a little wiser by this time in my life. Don’t get me wrong I feel like I earned the gray through stress, but if I could at least feel like I was learning something.

Sometimes I walk to my record player and want to listen to something, and when I don’t know what it is that I want to listen to I play Morning Phase. Not because there is nothing to listen to, but it has become a soundtrack for my personal mental noise. If I can’t sleep and I can’t figure out why, Morning Phase helps bring to the surface the block. I don’t know if Beck sat down to write and album that became a tool to calibrate my sanity but he did and I thank him for it.

I have considered writing about this album for months but always felt like I needed to understand it better. The album doesn’t always make sense to me, but then I remember neither did Mellow Gold.

Time Traveling Audio

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Initially I had not set out to build a vintage audio system. I bought a Stanton t.52 turntable and hooked it up through a preamp into a Sony 5.1 receiver just sitting in our attic. The turntable was nice, it had good reviews for its price range. The Sony receiver had a nice steady power output and two good bookshelf speakers, early on I had removed the midrange because there really wasn’t any use for a third speaker until I found a subwoofer to help the smaller woofers of the bookshelf speakers.

Cassettedeck

JVC KD-V100

I knew at some point I would add a cassette deck to the system. To be honest, I was frustrated with the reviews for the newer decks in my price range. It was because of constant complaint about their cheap construction that I began searching Ebay for a used deck. I found a JVC KD-V100 for $40 with free shipping. There are better decks and more vintage decks, but not at that price. This player from the middle 1980’s uses all major cassette types including chrome and metal and has Dolby noise reduction. Someday I will probably get a better deck but this one records very well from Vinyl or CD. It also plays my copy of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Soundtrack, so what I lose in Total Harmonic Distortion I make up in Turtle Power.

After purchasing my first vintagy piece I realized just how new the old Sony receiver looked, and how bored it sounded. It’s like through every song the receiver wanted to say, “I have all these channels and you’re just using two, please, add a TV or something. Due to the complaints of my receiver I decided to start looking for other vintage parts. I began looking at reel-to-reels, 8 tracks, receivers, amplifiers, and speakers. After spending a month on Ebay I realized I was never going to be able to get the piece I wanted for the right price because of shipping. That’s when I started hitting thrift stores and Craigslist.

Pioneer SX-650

Pioneer SX-650

One day I found a reel to reel on Craigslist thirty minutes away, I never called the seller until my wife encouraged me to do so a day later. Of course, the post was already 3 days old and his number was disconnected. But I noticed something else had popped up while I was trying to contact him. A woman who had just finished a yard sale posted her receiver and speakers, which didn’t sell. I found out she had a Pioneer SX-650 and two HPM-60 speakers.

HPM 60

HPM 60

I bought the set for 100 dollars. I found out that she bought this system new. I looked up when that was, and it would have been between 1977 and 1979. This system had only had one owner, and she was glad someone saw in it what she did, she had spent decades enjoying music through this receiver and didn’t want to just give it away. I learned a lot setting this system up, mainly distance matters, the further away I moved my speakers from the turntable the better everything sounded. I still struggle with the phono input though, I have a nice stable sound through the auxiliary input using my preamp, but I randomly lose left or right with the phono, also when I got the speakers home I noticed I was missing a terminal, which was a little difficult to replace.

Covered in sweat I wondered if all the work was going to be worth it. The speakers sat for days as I waited on a replacement part. Then, when I finally got the part I played Beck’s Morning Phase on vinyl and realized how different the sound was. My Sony speakers projected an amplified sound adequately and clearly, the HPM 60’s offer something else, a full rounded sound, almost soft. It is like I am resting on a bed of pine needles in spring while a breeze blew over my body. It is so different. Everything is clear and round and also soft, like the embrace of a lover.

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I don’t have audiophile ears. And I learned through my reading that I don’t really have a HiFi system. I know that the SX-650 with its 300 dollar price tag was the “affordable” model in 1977. It pushes a solid 35 watts per channel with Total Harmonic Distortion of only 0.3%. And though they tell me it’s not a HiFi system, there seems to be consensus that it is a good vintage system But in the end that doesn’t mean much to me I can tell the color of the music and the feel, and that’s fine for me. Over time I may add another turntable but until then, I will continue the tradition of the woman who sold me the system and rock on.

 

 

Best of Mandatory Fun 2014

This is scary in the right light

This is scary in the right light

Watch this record spin

Watch this record spin

I don’t know if I’ve made it clear but I don’t feel well versed enough to review new music, in reality, I question my ability to review any music. Which is fine because that has never been the purpose of this blog. This blog has always been about my relationship with music, and that means that I don’t need a good technical understanding of music I just have to have ears and feelings.

However, I have had a new Weird Al Yankovic album thrust upon me, and I feel I must comment on this album that entered the billboard top 200 at number 1. I have been a fan of Weird Al for a long time, in childhood he was the one who let me know (and Gonzo from the Muppet Babies)  that I was ok even though I didn’t fit in, I wore the epithet “weird” proudly even when it hurt. But that will be more important when I talk about my favorite childhood Weird Al Yankovic album. This post is about a new album that shows the relevance of Weird Al and his adaptability.

With Tea Cup

With Tea Cup

Weird Al, coming off of a solid but not well received album by the public found himself in a pickle. When this album came out the label made it clear they wouldn’t be making his videos so he had to find a different way. He did, he proved not only to be relevant but savvy. He released 8 videos in 8 days on 8 different websites.

But, this post is not about how amazing Weird Al is, it is just my annual Best of Mandatory Fun 2014. Listed below are the categories I find important.

Just typed up some lyrics

Just typed up some lyrics

Best song upgrade (This parody actually improved the song)
Word Crimes

Best Breakout song with male twerking
Tacky

Best song that the video does no justice for
Mission Statement

Best parody that introduced me to an original song that I really like
Handy

Best Pixies style parody
First World Problems

Best style parody of a band I never heard of
Lame Claim to fame

Best school fight song ever
Sport’s Song

Song that should have been made into a video as the theme song to a pretend new show
Inactive

Best song that could almost be a parody of Dr. Seuss’ Things I Saw on Mulberry Street
My Own Eyes

Song that reminds me of how glad I am to be married
Jackson Park Express

Best Parody
Foil

Best Song on Mandatory Fun
Now That’s What I Call a Polka

If you think Bohemian Rhapsody is good you should listen to the rest of the album.

A Night At The Opera

A Night At The Opera

Queen had just come home from a successful tour of their third album Shear Heart Attack and after selling many albums found themselves broke. Apparently there was some impropriety on the side of their manager. The new manager sent them to the studio where they made their most expensive album to that point in time, A Night At the Opera. The album starts with a Freddie Mercury song Death on Two Legs, where the singer has the opportunity to express his feelings over his former manager. I will not quote you any lyrics, I will give you the opportunity to listen to the song and let it speak for itself.

Queen’s new album showed off the raw talent of the band, and the mastery of the engineers. The writing and the music were powerful and the effects never detracted but added a new layer. In one song, Lazing On a Sunday Afternoon, the vocals were sung into a microphone replayed through a set of headphones in a metal bucket to provide a specific sound. We take for granted that songs like Bohemian Rhapsody, and The Prophet Song, sound so majestic and even eerie, but I know that personally I never consider how that work was accomplished.

Cover

Cover

I was introduced to Queen sadly through the movie Wayne’s World, I say sadly not because I have any problem with the movie but that I will really only ever remember it as the movie that introduced me to Queen. I loved The Bohemian Rhapsody and for a while that was all of them I knew. But just as the love of this band was being birthed in me they were also growing into the central favorite band of my close friend Chris. It was through him that I placed songs I already knew to Queen. Before I knew that Another One Bites the Dust belonged to Queen It was simply the entrance theme for the Junkyard Dog in the WWF.

Old and New

Old and New

Later when I found out that the theme to Highlander was written and performed by Queen I went out to buy a CD. At my father’s recommendation I bought their greatest hits album. I loved it and then had the opportunity to fall in love to Queen myself. Over time I bought A Kind of Magic and Live At the BBC. They moved very quickly to an all-time favorite but I don’t know if I ever really felt like true fan until I picked up A Night At the Opera from Shangri-La Records in Memphis TN, used for 5 dollars. I found this album in the early 2000’s and have loved it ever since. I debated for months when I started collecting again as to whether I would buy a new pressing or just continue to use the old one. I decided, just recently, to buy a new pressing and frame my old copy.

This album shows me a band that, even in their hardest work, doesn’t take themselves too seriously. When I play this album I prance around like I’m on stage to Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon and Seaside Rendezvous. I sing along to ’39 imagining a great rocket leaving our atmosphere. When the Prophet Song comes on I am a prophet on the mountainside of some long lost people. I sway to You’re My Best Friend and Love Of My Life, thinking of my wife. When I am really angry at someone I need Death On Two Legs. I chuckle at Sweet Lady and laugh at the innuendo of I’m in Love With My Car. God Save the Queen provides a wonderful ending, and then there’s Bohemian Rhapsody, and I hope there always will be.

I don’t own a CD of this album, I don’t have the digital copies, I don’t know if I want them. Someday I might buy a cassette deck to wire in so I can copy them down and carry a Walkman again but I fell in love with this album on Vinyl. There is something poetic about that. I never knew this album digitally.

If all you know of this album are the popular songs you are missing something big in your life. So one day when you’re lazing on a Sunday afternoon, take some time to listen to this album, and seriously just listen, no better yet, prance around like the rock star you really are.

Inside the cover

Inside the cover