The Joup Friday Album: Nektar – Remember the Future

nektar remember-the-futureThis edition of the Joup Friday Album is going to be short and sweet because I am sick as f&$k and want nothing more than to hop back into my bed and go back to catching up on about three months of comics (four in some cases) that I’ve been too busy to read since, well, since about three or four months ago.

The Joup Friday Album: The Afghan Whigs – In Spades

In SpadesI’m going to keep this short because I’m actually off to Hollywood in a little bit to see The Afghan Whigs on the tour for 2017’s brilliant In Spades. Now, being as there’s a fairly wide rotation of writers for this column, I’m fairly certain this is the only chance I’ll get to do a post before Halloween, and I wanted to do something in keeping with that theme, but the Whigs have been in heavy rotation as pre-concert build-up so I had a bit of a tug-of-war. Then I realized I could write about In Spades and kill two birds with one stone: Whereas I would not normally lump the Whig’s Motown soul by way of hard rock in with my traditional Halloween sonic faire, In Spades is a bit different. This is a creepy record; maybe not all the way through, but most of it. Look at the cover art. Look at the song titles: The Spell, Demon in Profile, Copernicus, The Spell. Hell, look at the video for second single Oriole. Dark, occult and saturated in creepy imagery. Does that girl eat that tarantula? I DON’T WANT TO KNOW! Love that video though. Main man Greg Duli had always had one foot in superstition (Roll the Bones?) but on this latest effort he uses it and perhaps more effectively the imagery of the Occult to create a great rock album that seethes with a dangerous, ritualistic tone that fits the Whigs and their “Shot on Location”, cinematic aesthetic. Crack open a beer, roll a J and sit back and let Duli and Co. usher in a chilly Friday night halfway to our favorite time of the year. Meanwhile, I’ll be witnessing the band in the flesh.

The Joup Friday Album: Twin Peaks Season 2 OST

00 Twin Peaks Season Two (And More)At 12:41 AM LA time I’m really pushing the definition of the “Friday Album” but what the hell, Friday is a day meant to be lived long into the wee hours, so here’s a great way to wind into the small hours…

The Joup Friday Album: The Pixies – Doolittle

doolittleBeen away for a bit. Good to be back. In case you haven’t guessed from my stilted tone I’ve been drinking… and due to my trying like crazy to A) work 9 hours B) commute 2 C) edit my Twin Peaks Festival Video and D) drive to a friend’s to film a new Genesis of Preacher I’m also tired, so the 5 Downtown Browns I’ve consumed over the past 4 hours hit me like a fucking hammer and I’m realizing I volunteered to defib the Joup Friday Album at like 2 hours and 42 minutes (and counting) into Saturday. But I believe in this column, just like I believe in Mr. Grieves.

The Joup Friday Album: Julee Cruise – Floating into the Night

Floating into the NightIf there’s an album title more evocative of Twin Peaks – I mean other than the soundtracks that bear the town’s name – I’ve not found it. Especially I feel a strong thread between this album and the second half of the original pilot episode of the show, where half of the teenage cast runs around in the night with various secretive agendas, starting fights, burying secrets and forgetting to put air in their sister’s bicycle tires. I was a teenager myself when I saw that and first experienced Cruise’s music through David Lynch’s lens, and it shaped me in a way that a lot of the times I’m out in the night with a debaucherous agenda at hand -with admittedly is not very often anymore – echoes of this album provide my interior soundtrack.

Joup Confessions… Alan Parson’s Eye in the Sky

Alan ParsonsI love Alan Parsons Project’s Eye in the Sky. I mean, really truly love it. Not in the way I love Sticky Fingers, or the second side of Down on the Upside, or the new Afghan Whigs record, but I love it nonetheless. It’s not something I can listen to often – probably because it sometimes induces narcoleptic seizures in me, many of which are followed by or experienced alongside dry mouth, diarrhea, really brutal rashes that resemble K.D. Lang profile. Sometimes these rashes occur on my stomach and then I scratch them and my abdomen bleeds and the friction from that can sometimes – TMI I know – cause prolonged erections, fits of rage or thoughts of suicide (it’s kinda nice when those three all occur at once because it feels like the description I once heard a homeless man give of a party he attended in 1985 at George the Animal Steele’s house, a party where there were people dressed in and snorting copious amounts of denim, staples, vanilla extract, Monster energy drink, Gordon’s fish sticks, and raw, smashed unsalted peanuts. Smashed like with a ball peen hammer.

The Joup Friday Album: DJ Shadow – Endtroducing

endtroducingIt’s Friday night and my weekend has begun in the way I love most – I’m sitting at my favorite coffee shop working on a new short story waiting for my baby to get off work. The story was having a little trouble flowing and that’s when I remembered that I recently put the legendary Endtroducing by DJ Shadow back on my iPod. If there’s one thing I learned about this record when my good friend Keller introduced me to it back in 2011 – yeah, I was late to this party for sure – it’s that Endtroducing is a powerful catalyst for the isolation and introspection of creative writing. Maybe not for everyone, but definitely for me. Full Disclosure: the version I have is one I purposely left the interstitial dialogue tracks off of in order to keep the otherwise mostly instrumental flow, so when you cue this up and hit play you’ll be hearing a slightly different version than me, but that doesn’t matter. The thing’s a classic and I only resorted to the blasphemy of altering it to ensure it keeps me where I use it to go.

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