review: ODDSAC


So last night I hit Grand Central in downtown Miami w/ Cira, met Bunny and Eden for ODDSAC, the Animal Collective/Danny Perez visual album. Ran into Prem and Yasmin on the way in, but they didn’t get in until later. Bunny and Ed introduced us to Emily (not Public Emily #1, Bunny’s Mrs., but another one; electronic musician. Seemed nice, but quiet and disappeared when we got inside.) The merch table had shirts and a poster (that Deakin apologetically said was for display purposes only, as they’d run out.) Producer comes on, says welcome, here’s Danny the director, he says how much he digs MIA and he’s got fam from here and it’s a weird place and here’s a movie to take you to another weird place. (I am paraphrasing.)

It’s probably slightly impossible to classify the damn thing. It’s not a video set to AC music, and it’s not a movie w/ an AC soundtrack. The music’s really bass-heavy in parts, heavy atmospheric and trance bits, acoustic guitar and sudden dynamic shifts, vocals etc. So great. The visuals are chaotic and have a vague series of “stories” or “sections” — they’re more like video vignettes to accompany these soundscapes. The addition of the visuals makes the music less vague and more defined “dark”, imo. A lot of AC’s latter stuff has dark overtones but this makes it more explicit. There were a few things I could have done without — the “water static” scene about 10 minutes in went on too long, I found it kind of grating and boring, but that’s probably my only real complaint. The opening piece, bass-heavy and vocal, sort of like a trance-y meditation

During the Q&A period afterwards someone asks the question I am wanting to ask: “What does ODDSAC mean?” and Danny says “you’ll find out in the morning when the subliminal effects have had time to sink in”, everyone laughs and someone else asks about the equipment (DVX100, final cut pro, after effects,) and someone asks the most insipid question: “how much fun was this to make?” (which is maybe another way to say “I have nothing to ask but would like you to acknowledge that I spoke to you”) — unsurprisingly, it was apparently a lot of fun to make. I’m going to posit that the title is way to conflate the ideas of a jumble of oddness and a sort of nascent strange egg (cf Coil’s “Strange Birds”“One day your eggs are going to hatch and some very strange birds are going to emerge”, although I don’t think that’s what they were referring or alluding to, I mean that it’s in the similar idea.) Other bits: the Guggenheim installation was apparently much, much harder to do than this (Danny Perez also did that w/ AC), although the dude asking also wanted to know if they had plans to do more work like this (or the Guggenheim thing) in the future, that was left sort of open — Deakin said that Guggenheim thing was a sudden thing they didn’t know about until it was possible; no word on whether they’d do another visual album like this.

At any rate, Danny’s joke aside, I did have a horrible nightmare this morning. Personally very frightening and woke heart pounding and angry and confused, woozy and headache.

Here’s the trailer, doesn’t do it any justice:

If you get a chance, go, it’s fucking brilliant. It’ll be on DVD in June, no non-DVD CD release.

sometimes all i want is one favorite song


YouTube – Animal Collective – Cuckoo Cuckoo Malta Festival 2006.

I don’t know, I kept dismissing Animal Collective for years — too twee, too annoying, too faux-artsy-fartsy. And then I heard this song and I couldn’t stop listening to it, sad chaotic and I didn’t know why; and then I heard “what would I want? sky” and I fell in love with the singalong and “My Girls” is very sweet and bizarro like a male Bjork. But I kept coming back to “Cuckoo Cuckoo”. In the broader sense it’s about losing childhood and sorrow, but in the more specific sense I am pretty sure it’s about a miscarriage. Note the album version has the last verse as “where’s my friend i wanna hold him tight” but this live version it’s definitely “where’s my wife i wanna hold her tight”. The piano part samples are so mellow and ordered — I want to say Chopin but it doesn’t feel sharp enough and I’m too lazy to google it out. Liszt maybe?

How I lost my boy

The king in I died
He kept floating past my eyes
And singing his songs
Life was good now death’s all wrong
Cause you can’t feel a thing
No heart flutters in late spring
You just drift and pray
For sun kissed golden days

And I can’t hold what’s in my hand
Don’t do any good to say this isn’t what I planned
And little kids sliding down the steel park slide
Little kids can’t play with things that have died
Sometimes all I want is one favorite song
And two to three minutes don’t seem so long
And where’s my mom I want to hold her tight
She’s so far away from crowded nights
I’m going cuckoo cuckoo
We’re all going cuckoo cuckoo

He said please stay
You can see me, don’t go away
I can’t see the landscape
Please describe its amaranthine haze
It’s odd where I am
There are people you’re not like them
They just look away
For rain quenched golden days

And my tears quench five feet of lawn
And I can scream, but I cannot yawn
And people gonna come and people gonna cry
He just woke and dreamt and ate and died
Don’t try and erase what you have done
Put your fingers in a mouth and kiss it if it wants
And where’s my wife, I want to hold her tight
He’s so far away from mountain lights
I’m going cuckoo cuckoo
We’re all going cuckoo cuckoo

Categories : heartbreak  music  sorrow  video



what would i want? sky


I have noticed that I’m spamming bullshit links on facebook instead of here, so let’s fix that;

linkspam collected:

Everyone needs the wisdom of the James Lipton Beard.

He does, you know.

WWJD? cap santa in mouf, apparently. Or possibly threaten the welfare and aid given to the poor and helpless because he really hates fags, apparently.

The axle-grind that can be explained is not the true axle-grind

Guerrilla Handbell Strikeforce

So recently there was all this brou-ha-ha over weird spiral lights in the atmosphere over Norway, people on the web freaking out about how it was aliens or the fucked environment or Jesus or the Flying Spaghetti Monster reaching His Noodly Appendage out or whatever. Turns out it’s just Russians shooting missiles from nuclear subs, nothing to worry about. Wait, what?

Big Rock star gives unknown underground rock band some cred by singing one of their little indie songs with them.

The best cafe ever.

seriously? does no one in the pentagon watch movies? who thinks “zombies?! what a great idea!” and stamps “OK” on this memo?

The reason the internet has video

McNuggetini – “meat garnish!”

Maneki Neko, a short story by Bruce Sterling.

If you’re honest with yourself, you know you always thought it happened exactly like this

excellent blogs:

And tonight’s nightmare menu, featuring:

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bacon is a vegetable, right?


a plague for your dowry


xkcd’s strip today brings up house of leaves by mark z danielewski. which is a genius book. nightmare-causing, take your breath away reading, for real. some of the writing is not as poetic as say harlan ellison’s “speculative fiction” but it’s certainly more claustrophobically horrifying. i finished this book at the bar, the day before my last conversation with the woman i thought was the love of my life. still is? i don’t know. i stopped thinking about it. she’s still the love of my life, but now in the past tense I guess. It’s just one of those things where you associate something with what was happening — e.g. Aphex Twin’s “Selected Ambient Works II” 2nd disc is to me an incredibly erotic piece of music, just because of associations — and House of Leaves is just a picture of a raw gaping wound. It doesn’t hurt, but it reminds me that there was a tender part exposed and hurting.

So but what do you do? How do you just drop it? No one I know who’s gone through hellfire and brimstone can adequately explain. And it’s such a personal, subjective thing. If there’s a universal that I have found in this, it’s that people tend to pull back, reserve more of themselves and give less away. And that’s so horrible, so very sad. But I see it time and again in my friends, and I see it in myself. The nerve numbed, you learn that you don’t know what’s normal anymore, so you learn to not trust yourself to keep from getting hurt. 
Sterling and I ate sushi, a while ago, and we talked about it, again. Except this time she was sober because of the pregnancy, so this time she remembered it I think. And it boils down to: I know it’s not all my fault. But I feel like it is. I blame myself, even though I know it’s not like that. The bitch of it is, I am sure she blames me too. Which is galling, especially considering the condescending attitude she gave me when last we spoke. Really, that’s how I keep my anger going.
So yeah, this started as “look! comic link to awesome book!” and is now about me me me me. Well it’s my blog so fuck you if you don’t like it. Get yr own.
Enjoy this amazing and very entertaining speech by Malcom Gladwell on the lessons of happiness, self-knowlege and hidden desires inherent we can learn from spaghetti sauce:
Here’s some awesome music:
Categories : books  music  state of the dave  video  youtube

PKD at the movies


whoa. Probably my favorite PKD novel dramatized. Hrm. Consider that all of stuff that’s been movie-ized has so far been from short stories (the one exception being “A Scanner Darkly”, which Linklater got so fucking spot-on that it’s amazingly scary and gorgeous. I mean he even got the paranoia feeling down. It’s amazing.)


I’ve had a copy of Jah Wobble’s Invaders of the Heart’s “Take Me To God” for about 5 years. Picked it up used, 5 bucks or so. I listen to it maybe once a year, which on average is kinda high actually. It’s like techno world music that your reggae dub DJ friend mixed for you. Here’s a song from the album:

Anyway, I saw a used copy again and picked it up for a friend and in the process also picked up a used copy of Jah Wobble’s 30 Hz collection and it is indescribably good. How he does that with his fingers is beyond me. Listening to his basslines makes me want to play the bass forever and forget about the guitar. And you gotta give props to a man who quit the music business out of disdain and keeps dropping out of successful bands when they start sucking.

Jah Wobble (and Sinead O’Connor and Boy George) interviewed:

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baby we don’t love baby we don’t love baby we don’t love you


fuck was i


artist is Jesse Owen Youngs, song is “Fuck Was I”