Something is Squeezing My Skull

Say what you will about Morrissey, but he had an undeniably great run in the 2000’s. His solo career had started strong but wilted by the end of the 90’s. Between 2004 and 2009 it was like he had rediscovered his passion and set out to prove to the world that he was still relevant. Again, you can say what you will about Morrissey’s continued relevance. He’ll always be relevant to a certain subset of weepy sadbois, but he’ll probably never be a massive pop cultural touchstone again. But he made a string of really great rock albums just when nobody was expecting to hear anything of value from him again. We wouldn’t be talking about what he’s up to now if he hadn’t stood up and showed that he could still be great when he’d been all but dismissed after a series of flops and bad press. Important artists continually rediscover themselves, despite creative and personal ups and downs, and they find themselves in and out of public favor over the years. It’s exciting to witness a good comeback, when it happens.

So Happy I Could Die

Lady Gaga has written her generation’s ode to female masturbation, meaning that that particular playlist is now between her and Cyndi Lauper. The difference between now and Lauper’s day is that nobody really noticed. It was barely a blip between all of Lady Gaga’s many other controversies; there wasn’t enough attention to go around for a conversation about sexual wellness because there were so many risque outfits to talk about. Anyway it fits right in with Gaga’s aesthetic of hedonistic self-empowerment. Gaga understands that for the millennial ladies, it goes without saying that if you can’t find a flesh-and-blood disco stick, you can opt for the battery-powered kind. Of course, in fitting with the millennial mindset, it could also be understood as an exploration of alcoholism and alienation, because it’s the conundrum of our time that social stability has declined inversely to the increase of all that self-actualization and autonomy for the modern woman.

Slow Light

Maybe you’ve noticed that I’ve been digging into post-Zeitgeist Moby, and, you know, I’m digging it. Say what you will about the guy, I know he annoys people because he’s the granddaddy of every insufferable Brooklyn hipster, yeah, and you can say that what he makes music for wimpy kids or whatever. That’s what you get when a resoundingly uncool person accidentally becomes ‘cool’ for a minute. I just really want to listen to some chill music right now, and Moby is my chill music man. Don’t underestimate a nice atmosphere, man.

Shot in the Back of the Head

The more I listen to Moby’s more recent work, the more I enjoy it, and the more I think that he’s only gotten better since his early 2000’s heyday. In fact 2009’s Wait for Me has grown to be a favorite record. I initially thought that its more ambient and less singles-focused sound was a step in a dull direction, but I increasingly warmed to it. Now I know that I just wasn’t ready. I have more appreciation for atmospheric compositions than I did in 2009, and 2009, if I remember it correctly, wasn’t really ready for musical moonscapes either. (It was a big year for aggressive bass drops.) I love this particular moonscape; it’s surreal and vaguely reminds me of the music in Fantastic Planet, though far less weird. To underscore its cinematic quality there’s a video made by David Lynch; it’s surreal and vaguely reminds me of the animation of Persepolis. 

She’s a Business

If you were to predict which rock superstar would make a concept album inspired by the writings of Michel Houellebecq, Iggy Pop would probably not even cross your mind. You also probably were not expecting Iggy Pop to make a jazz-inflected record on which he sings in French. But yet he did just that, and yes, it was one of his weirder moments. You may think that old Iggy has gone soft and pretentious in his sunset years, but his explanation was characteristic; he was “sick of listening to idiot thugs with guitars banging out crappy music”. With his perennial shirtlessness and his habit of rolling around in broken glass, Pop’s hardcore punk credentials are unassailable, but even he has to look askance at the influence he has wrought. For every acolyte who grew up to be David Bowie, there were thousands who grew up to be mindless jerks who think that feedback and nudity are all that it takes to be edgy. But being naked, loud and stupid does not make you an edgy rebel, it just makes you naked, loud and stupid. And Iggy Pop, for his part, was the son of an English teacher and developed his intellectual side from there. Being the godfather of one of the less intellectually rigorous musical genres, he may have kept his interest in French literature to himself, but rest assured he knows more about French literature than most of you numskulls.

The Sequel

More of an interlude. An interlude and an outro. In St. Vincent’s world nothing is ever just filler or a toss-off. If it’s on there, it’s been thought about deeply and should be parsed deeply. You can’t say that the album Actor has a grand concept, but it was loosely inspired by Annie Clark’s idea of writing her own music for her favorite movies. So the loose idea is something about identity and the stories we tell ourselves about our own lives. Ironically, this was a few years before Clark’s own identity came to include being a tabloid celebrity, so she was writing from the point of view of a normal person. She needs to now  make a concept album about how we act out our lives and write out our stories in an age where our inner lives have become our public lives. In the meantime, an interlude.

Secret Door

Okay, you know I’m a sucker for things that look and sound retro. Call it false nostalgia for things I’m not old enough to remember. Of course I’m going to pick a song that sounds just like something from the sixties. And the Arctic Monkeys exist to capitalize on that. They’re engineered to appeal to people who long for the days when five-piece rock bands with guitars roamed the streets. That’s not an insult. They’re not taking advantage of our collective nostalgia, they’re sharing it. They’re not old enough to remember that shit either. Sometimes sincere enthusiasm for things that came before is a lot more appealing than a calculated attempt to fiddle with the future. That’s how the entire British Invasion came about, just for example.