Best of 2006

bandofhorses.jpgBand of Horses Everything All The Time
With ringing guitars and pedal steel, this impeccable debut builds upon the Northwest sound of bands like the Shins and Built To Spill, while borrowing a little twang and a heaping measure of reverb from My Morning Jacket. A record that you can flip from side to side over and over again.

beirut.jpgBeirut Gulag Orkestar
Like picking up a balkan republic radio feed from past and present, simultaneously mixing traditional folk music, marching anthems, and casio arpeggios. Elegiac vocals slide over accordion, horns, ukulele, and shuffling percussion. This is the album most unlike anything else in your collection.

cameraobscura.jpgCamera Obscura Let’s Get Out Of This Country
Referencing polished songwriters like Lloyd Cole and Dory Previn, Let’s Get Out Of This Country shows a band flourishing from the folk-pop Belle & Sebastian homage of their last effort to an uptempo pop and white soul outfit. Their sound is rounded out too with plenty of strings, organ, and horns that never obscure the sweet and pretty songs.

cat power, the greatestCat Power The Greatest
Out of all these albums I will probably still be listening to this in 50 years. Chan’s songwriting is elevated to a whole other plane here, channeling heartache and longing over Stax grooves and Steve Cropper riffs. She’s looking from the bottom of an empty bottle and singing like a darker, more bittersweet Dusty in Memphis but every bit as touching.

tvontheradio.jpgTV On The Radio Return To Cookie Mountain
Possibly beamed in from the same planet as Sun Ra though featuring a double-headed Peter Gabriel thrashing behind a fifty-foot drum kit and armed with guitars set for stun. A rock and roll monster both beautiful and frightening.

joannanewsom.jpgJoanna Newsom - Ys
Though we grew up in the same small town, there’s no bias here. Ys (’Yeez’) is a five song suite of inimitable craft that captivated me more with every listen. Collaborating with Van Dyke Parks to weave a rich string orchestration lithely around her beguiling pixie voice and harp, Newsom also utilizes the talents of Jim O’Rourke and Steve Albini to push her sound far beyond the whisper of The Milk-Eyed Mender.

neko.jpgNeko Case Fox Confessor Brings The Flood
Less the fox confessor than the mystical harpy, Neko’s swooping down to spook you with eerie laments that rip the flesh from your neck. On this album she’s inventing her own idiom, moving away from anything countrypolitan and into the dark Appalachian forests.

dunger.gifNicolai Dunger Here’s My Song…
Seemed to fall under the radar of most everyone, this american release features Mercury Rev using every inch of the studio to support Dunger’s lovelorn, plaintive odes concerning ‘how we live this life of love and hurt’. Feels like a great 60’s singer-songwriter confessional album, but sounds timeless.

sonicyouth.jpgSonic Youth Rather Ripped
Rather Ripped burns with the focused energy and supple melodicism of classic Wire, yet is resolutely the work of the Youth. Inventive 3 minute pop songs, including the Keith Richards-meets-Tom Verlaine sendup on opener ‘Reena’, make this unlike any other SY album and a pleasure to listen to.

yola.jpgYo La Tengo I Am Not Afraid Of You And I Will Beat Your Ass
The perfect answer to the question left behind by their last middling effort. Rocking, fun, exploratory, and melancholy - in all the right ways. Yo La spin their way through all the aisles of a record shop past doo wop, memphis horns, crackling guitar squall, Bacharach and the Kinks to create their most entertaining record since I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One.

Almost but not quite:
Hot Chip - The Warning
Bouncy and fun without sounding artificial. ‘And I Was A Boy From School’ was one of my favorite songs from the year
Tortoise & Bonnie Prince Billy - The Brave & The Bold
Seriously cool collaboration yields unique interpretations of eclectic covers ranging from Devo’s ‘That’s Pep’ to Springsteen’s ‘Thunder Road’.
Bob Dylan - Modern Times
Possibly sacrilege not to put Bob up there. It’s great, but not mind-alteringly so.
Brightblack Morning Light - s/t
Intoxicating slow-burning organ and guitar grooves for the early morning comedown

also
Calexico - Hits and misses while stretching out with a more straight-ahead sound
Concretes
Grandaddy - Their last, sadly. Grew on me.
Grizzly Bear
Elvis Costello & Allen Toussaint

Stalwarts who fumbled
from fair to fairly awful (I’m looking at you, Wayne)
Belle & Sebastian
Beck
Pernice Brothers
Mogwai
Sparklehorse
Walkmen
Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Flaming Lips

And one from 2004 that I missed
Feist - Let It Die
Lovely, outstanding. There’s a demo version of ‘Mushaboom’ out there that I love even better than the album version.

A Tree Grows in … the Castro

A recent shot that didn’t quite capture the moment as elegantly as I was hoping, but I still phonetree.jpglike the idea. Man uses a pay phone - something you don’t see that often anymore - and a tree sprouts from him to spread out over the wall.

More photos (many of which you’ve already seen) coming soon.

The San Francisco Treat

Why is rice so…ingrained (Thank you, good night!) with the culinary iconography of San Francisco? In a city where you can find just about every imaginable food and drink, artisan-crafted and locally produced, must we still have to suffer the shame of Rice-A-freakin-Roni? Nothing about salty-buttery rice and pasta conjures up “treat” in my mind. And unless it’s the mystery product all the tourists are eating out of bread bowls at Fisherman’s Wharf, I dare say it’s not very “San Francisco” either.

Rice is also unfortunately a mainstay of that other much vaunted SF treat - the burrito. Why people continue to ruin a perfectly designed meat vehicle with the starchy equivalent of styrofoam peanuts, I’ll never understand. Lord above, what I wouldn’t give for a decent taqueria in this city.

The real San Francisco treat is, gloriously, free of rice and can be found near a fairly non-descript corner of the city at Mitchell’s Ice Cream. Once the rain clears, head out on a walk one night soon. Admire the holiday lights and decorations as you wind your way through neighborhood streets out to San Jose Ave and 29th St. Get the peppermint candy flavor on a cone of your choosing, and for god’s sake, get it chocolate-dipped. This, my friends, is a taste of heaven.

Holidays in the Sun

When every stale celebrity and their hanger-on mother/sister record a collection of vapid holiday classics it’s easy to forget that there are actually real gems out there.

A Christmas Gift For YouFor me, listening to Phil Spector’s A Christmas Gift For You is as redolent of Christmas as advent calendar chocolate and the smell of the tree. Before he went completely nuts, Spector was a studio craftsman with few equals. Here, he rearranges traditionally ho ho-hum standards with 60’s pop resplendence, layering garlands of strings, bells, horns, piano, drums and richly layered vocals from the likes of Darlene Love and Ronnie Spector, who belt the living jesus out of the songs. I don’t care what holiday you celebrate this season, if this album doesn’t make you weep for joy like Jimmy Stewart fumbling with Zuzu’s petals, I don’t even want to look at you, Grinch.

LowIf the visions of sugarplums dancing in your head tend to follow raging irish whiskey benders, then the sweet wistful sounds of Low and Aimee Mann’s Christmas songs may be the pine and clove-scented analgesic you seek. Low’s spare and beautiful album is a welcome respite when you tire of the holiday standards. Although their versions of ‘Blue Christmas’ and ‘Little Drummer Boy’ are breathtaking, tracks like ‘One Special Gift’ are the soundtrack to the last embers of the yule log fading away. Aimee Mann’s One More Drifter In The Snow is brand new this year, but if you have any affinity for her music, it’s destined to be a classic. The atmosphere is bittersweet but warm, aided by clean production.

Ain't It FunkyNow we all know how Mr. James Brown can get up and do his thing to the Funky Drummer, but did you know he can also turn out some funky Little Drummer Boy as well? It brings a tear to my eye to think that it took almost 30 years to hear it for myself. Still, when I hear the dulcet strings and background singers open ‘Let’s Make Christmas Mean Something This Year’, it feels like the only gift I need for the rest of my years. You can almost hear the cape being wrapped around the Godfather as he screams and pleads for mercy. The tight 70’s funk stomp of ‘Hey America (It’s Christmas Time)’ may seem incongruous at first, but when James starts riffing, singing “Hava Nagila” and “Assalamu Alaikem” out of the blue, you realize just how little those sleepy old Bing Crosby renditions have taught you about the world at Christmas time. Thank you, James.

Ladies And Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space

Scientists, theologians, philosophers and politicians all have volumes to say about when you are born and when you are dead. But for the time in between - the living, doing, and being - there seems to be a relatively hollow set of guides. So I turn, as I often do, to music for inspiration. Yet when I listen for some divine or mystical apprehension I hear:

“He not busy being born
is busy dying” - Bob Dylan

“Life is what happens to you
while you’re busy making other plans” - John Lennon

“They were born
and then they lived
and then they died” - Morrissey

“I hate my life” - Joe Pernice

Damn.

Ok. I’m going to have to make this up as I go along. I feel like I am only at the beginning. This is where I am. That is where I was. I don’t know what this is or where I’m going. I’m just working through it. I am a dilettante. I am johnnycomelately.

i am a child

Consider this a document of my peripatetic endeavors towards some kind of clarity. If you’ve visited here before you’ve seen photos, short takes on music and a healthy dose of the god-only-know-what brand of ephemera. Chances are you’ll be seeing all that and more, only in new, technicolor blogoriffic format.