The Joup Friday Album: The Postal Service – Give Up

The Postal Service - Give Up

The Postal Service – Give Up (Sub Pop)

I really thought someone would have already chosen this record for a previous edition of The Joup Friday Album. However, a quick search for “The Postal Service” in the search bar in the upper right column came back with nothing… so here you have it: The Joup Friday album comes from various parts of the world; The Postal Service’s only full length release on Sub Pop Records, entitled “Give Up.”

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 – The Monkees: Good Times

 

sddefaultThe time to dwell on all of the negativity the world has thrown our way has passed. Summer has arrived.

The past couple of months have been a little heavy for my household, and this break is much needed. I don’t want to focus on that at the moment, though. The time to write about loss and sadness is not today. Today, I want to focus on the good times. As such, I chose to review The Monkees’ twelfth studio album, Good Times!.

The Joup Friday Album – Kasabian: For Crying Out Loud

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Music fandom is so much different in the 21st century than it was just 25 years ago. When I fell in love with a band as a teenager, I scoured magazine racks for the tiniest mention of them. Liner notes included addresses where I could write bands (no doubt cringe-worthy) letters telling them how much I liked them, and in return I’d get at least a sticker or newsletter back, and on some rapturous occasions, an actual letter back from a band member! Today, everything is online – you can learn everything you want to know about a band with a quick google search and the most you can hope for by way of interaction is a tweet.

Quick Thought

Harley Truck

Okay. Your Ford truck is not a Harley. It’s a Ford F150 with Harley Davidson logos all over it. Your truck can’t be a Harley, okay Chief? Don’t cry about now. I had a matchbook on the rear tire of my BMX bike when I was a kid. The friction from the tire and matchbook would make a noise like a motorcycle. If you could pretend it was just like riding a motorcycle but it wasn’t just like your truck that you think is a Harley.

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.

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