The Joup Friday Album: Outkast – The Love Below

Outkast - The Love Below

Outkast – The Love Below

I honestly don’t even know how to start to talk about this album…or half an album, since I haven’t been able to bring myself to give Big Boi’s disc a fair shake; because I know that whatever it’s like, it can’t possibly occupy the same blinged-out Madonna Inn of amour that André Benjamin dreamed into being here. Having said that, I recently discovered that one of Big Boi’s favourite artists is Kate Bush, so I should really get round to that.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Pit NinjaFile this one under: Ninja Fail.

Way back when Type O Negative’s second album, October Rust came out, they toured through Chicago a lot. And I think I went to see them every time. That’s how much I loved that band – still do. One of the shows I remember best was Type O and Life of Agony at Chicago’s Vic Theatre. It was a great show, Peter Steele in fine form as usual, a constantly likeable front man who both intimidated and amused the crowd. On this tour, the band mostly played tracks from October Rust and Bloody Kisses, tapping into only two songs from their debut album, Slow, Deep and Hard. Great show. But we’re not really here to talk about Type O Negative. We’re here to talk about fighting.

The Joup Friday Album: Childish Gambino – Camp

81NzJqyL8IL._SL1294_The weather has been kind, and I’ve spent the majority of my time outside. One of my new neighbors is a nature preserve, and the sounds and smells that brings is an unexpected and very welcome bonus to the house. I’ve spent hours getting things ready for a proper garden. The lawn is getting there. It’s boring, but it feels good to literally lay roots down somewhere.

It’s been a really, really good week.

You know who else had a pretty good week? Nix that, you know who is having a pretty good month? Donald Glover.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&king, and Crying

Nurture My PigAh drinking. You know, it’s funny – the more often I come back around to each of these categories, the harder it is to find things to write about. I guess that’s because, with the exception of crying, which is pretty universal, two of the other three are pretty much a young man’s game, so to speak (no offense ladies, just throwing this out from my perspective). I mean, I still drink, but I don’t really go out drinking. And even when I do, it’s never like it used to be. And fighting? Well, you learn to avoid that early on or you end up a stain on the sidewalk or an intolerable MMA arsehole. And Fucking, well, that never goes away, but it becomes a more personal thing as you pick a mate and go about getting freaky in a more intimate, long-lasting manner. But drinking… there has to be more stories…

The Joup Friday Album: Courtney Barnett – Sometimes I Sit And Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit


As someone whose preferred style of music (noisy or jangly guitars with catchy hooks) is deeply out of style at the moment, it’s rare that any artist comes along who catches my attention enough for me to even learn their name. I can’t think of an artist who has better managed to catch my attention in the last few years than Courtney Barnett. I heard her first single, “Avant Gardener” on the radio and liked it enough to turn it up every subsequent time I found it on the dial, enough to tell myself, “I should really download that EP so I can listen to it in the car,” but not enough to actually get around to downloading it.

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Drinking, Fighting, F*&King, and Crying

Gummo RabbitThis will be a quick one. And really, my usual go-to for a quick ‘crying’ song reference would be The Cure, pretty much anything they did in the Disintegration-era. I’m not taking that route today though (but I’m betting I will somewhere not too far off down the line – there’s at least one good ‘crying’ installment of this column that will center around juxtaposing Disintegration with James O’Barr’s The Crow). Instead, I’m taking this one at face value and going Orbison.

Joup Friday Album “Get Young” The Tripwires


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 The Tripwires caught my ear while listening to a WFMU podcast hosted by DJ Michael Shelly. He played a song called “Be All End All” and shortly there after I looked them up. Shelly only plays what he regards as number hits. To him songs are hits if they have a certain allure to them like… are the lyrics clever or are they unique according to the melody and musicianship of the song? Does the song have a hook and does it stick in your brain? Is it timeless or is it trapped in a certain feel good time? Does it have a loose drum sound or was it recorded in a bathtub and if so is it justifiable in nature? I tip my hat to Shelly because he tweaked my interest towards the band The Tripwires. Thanks Mike.