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Monday, October 02, 2006
Negligently Preoccupied

I could claim preoccupation with my other preoccupations, and that'd be true but insufficient.

Here's the latest from my blog, posted yesterday:




Can't believe I haven't got to this (I'm a Republican congressman and have lots of email to keep up with after all - SNARK!): Mark Jenkin's latest What Goes On! column in the Washington CityPaper on

"What albums have shaped the pop music that just about everyone has heard? And, more specifically, what vastly influential records are responsible for the music that we enlightened few—we who would put the The Velvet Underground & Nico on our own Top 50s—can't abide.

Damn fine exercise. It's not whether the album itself is or is not shitty, though many are mighty shitty, but whether they were seminal influences on schools of shitty music. A few I particularly agree with:

Boston, Boston (1976). The accessible side of prog-rock meets the portentous side of hard rock, and very technocratic. A big influence on pop-metal, of course, but also a precursor of all sorts of studio-oriented gene-splicing music.

Cream, Wheels of Fire (1968). Our blues isn't authentic enough for you? What if we play it harder, louder, and much, much longer? An essential precursor of arena rock and a fakebook of bombastic gestures that's still consulted today.

The Doors, The Doors (1967). They were pretentious as hell but remarkably disciplined, even on the meandering Oedipal freakout "The End." Yet even if the group hadn't unraveled badly by its fourth album, its aftereffects would have to be deplored. Jazzy keyboards? Bad poetry? 20-minute songs? Shamanistic posturing? All should rate longer jail terms than indecent exposure.

Eagles, Desperados (1973). The second album, on which these Beverly Hills cowpokes evolved from the new Poco into something really irksome. Which, it turned out, didn't just corrupt the new genre of country-rock, but also completely remade—destroyed, some might reasonably say—country music itself.

That's only through the Es, so read the rest yourself. For the record, in case I haven't made this point often enough, The Fucking Doors suck.


Here's All Song's Considered's Fall 2006 preview. Some interesting stuff. New Joanna Newson, frinstance.


All Thing's Considered review of new Wil Oldham (aka Bonnie Prince Billy) album. Buying today.


Jacob Sudal, over at Sequenza 21, always posts lots of (use your own terminology)-classical music. (I've been terribly awful over on S21 - I'm a Republican congressman with lots of email to keep up with - I will be posting soon.)


My favorite musicblog right now: Destination: OUT


A modern standard from Hot Hot Heat


Grind from Junior Boys.

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Look, I am preoccupied

- that whole attack on the Constitution thing, for instance, and the calculated (and uncalculated) assault on what makes me proud to be an American -

but I'm also stymied by what to do here. I'm not going to lecture readers of Sequenza 21 about music. I post music I like at bLCkdgRd and will cross-post here when I do, but I'm not going to do you the insulting disservice of trying to justify it or, worse, explain it. You'll like or dislike, you'll listen or you won't.

As always, thanks to Jerry, Lord of Blogs, for his generosity.