9 November 2005
I've discussed parts of rock songs here before, but lately it's occured to me that I occasionally atomize my enjoyment of music down even further -- to the level of the "moment." You know what I'm talking about: that point in a particularly good tune when you're compelled to raise a clenched fist into the air and say damn, this song rocks! It's why I listen to music, frankly. I can't get enough of those moments, those times when you hear something that's just, well, right about a song. It's fantastic.
And, of course, I'm here to tell you about one such moment. You know the band Wolf Parade? Yeah, it's in their album Apologies to the Queen Mary. First of all -- wow, what an album. It's good. It's really good. As a friend of mine put it, "it's fun in a post-Modest-Mouse kind of way." And he's right. But, hey, do me a favor a sec and queue up "Grounds for Divorce". Ah, listen to that opening syncopated straight-angle guitar riff. Then hear it overlaid with those frenetic David-Byrne-esque vocals. Then comes the rising tension with some wonderfully silly synths and rolling drums. And then? Yep, there's the moment. The song's unifying low end comes barrelling in at 0:53, and everything just clicks, right then and there. So great.
Music is where it's at, I tell you.
6 November 2005
Overheard recently on 16th near Valencia, announced to the early afternoon world by a man with absurdly oversized gold-plated sunglasses: "I am the god who sees all things!"
Yes, I love this city. I love it to death. How couldn't I?
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