The Joup Friday Album: Jay Reatard – Singles 06-07

jayreatardHonestly, I’ve always wished that I could have made (and still make) my living playing music.  To be in a band.  To be a musician, on the road, in the studio, on stage or in the corner in clubs and bars and dives across the world.   Or, just as a session guy or recording artist, a local residency to play to a roomful of folks every weekend.  I was in a band for a few years.  We played some shows and recorded an album.  I suppose it could have happened.  But it didn’t.  And now I’m left with some fond, if fading memories, and some halfcocked daydreams that surface when I’m bored…OR when I hear certain songs or albums or artists.  And so, we have the wonderful, all-too-short career of Jimmy Lee Lindsey Jr., better known to you and me as punk and garage rock troubadour Jay Reatard.

The Joup Friday Album/ The Avalanches: Since I Left You

An aquatic scene depicts three rubber rafts with about ten people in each. The water has white crested waves. The left raft is separated from the leading two by a chest high wave. A person stands in the right raft and is facing back to the last one with an arm raised. The band's name is written in white letters near the bottom with the album's title below it; both use the same block capital script.    One of the most joyous records of all time? I’m hard pressed to say I’ve heard a record that inspires as much joy in a listener as The Avalanches first and only record Since I Left You. Sounding all at once retro and like the future, this record is the musical equivalent of one’s proverbial happy place. For those of who have never heard of The Avalanches they are a group based out of Australia spearheaded by producers Robbie Chater and Darren Seltmann. Stylistically they can be categorized as electronic music, dance pop or more specifically plunderphonics, a sub genre in electronic music that relies heavily on the use of samples for its source material.

The Joup Friday Album: “Ace of Spades” — Motorhead

motorhead_ace_of_spades_by_wedopix-d39sqkp“I’m more into the slot machines, actually … but you can’t really sing about spinning fruit.”

When Ian Fraser “Lemmy” Kilmister died on Dec. 28, the world lost one of its most unapologetic rock ‘n’ roll heroes. Lemmy wasn’t exactly a role model, but he was a constant, dependable presence in hard rock. The world might be going to hell in a handbasket, but at least Lemmy was always there to give it a good soundtrack.

The Joup Friday Album: Radiohead ‘Kid A’


kidaI’m not here, this isn’t happening.

For lyrics like this to be presented on a record such as Kid A is kismet. Kid A by Radiohead was created at a time when the band was facing deep pressures. With all of the album of the year and modern classic accolades that the band received with their 1997 classic Ok Computer it’s understandable why the thought of how a follow up to a record that important could be a daunting task. Somehow along the way though, amid all of the stress and tension within the band, a near perfect piece of art emerged in a way most great thing in life do, completely by accident.

The Joup Friday Album: The Radio Dept: Clinging To A Scheme

“People see rock n’ roll as youth culture, and when the youth culture becomes monopolized by big business what are the youth to do? Do you have any idea? I think we should destroy the bogus capitalist system that is destroying youth culture.” As a 16 year old who had been getting deeper and deeper into the world of music, hearing that quote (Spoken by Thurston Moore of Sonic Youth) and the music that followed is the kind of moment that sticks with any music fan. Hearing a song that is so damn perfect, so well written, means so much to you at that time that it sticks with you forever; that you never want it to end. That’s the experience I have anytime I hear the second track on this record: “Heaven’s On Fire.” The entirety of The Radio Dept’s third record Clinging To A Scheme  (2010) is just as joyful of an experience.

The Joup Friday Album: Secret Machines – Now Here Is Nowhere

secretmachines I honestly had no idea what record I was going to write about for today’s Friday Album. Over the last several months, I’ve written and reminisced about so many different albums that are “special” to me on my 35 Albums in 35 Years weekly column, and with the final home stretch of that column now on the horizon, I was at a loss. So, to remedy my situation, I just grabbed a handful of CD’s from the shelf that I haven’t listened to in a long while and started jamming them in my car while driving to and from work. Albums that I forgot all about. Albums that time forgot. Albums I should have been paying more attention to.

The Joup Friday Album: ‘Niandra LaDes (& Usually Just a T-Shirt)’ John Frusciante

lrg-253-jfmakeupA mind is a terrible thing to waste, but damn if it isn’t fun to do so. Self destruction can be an expressway to artistic Nirvana, the catch is that you have to ultimately shed your physical self to get there, as someone who traded under that heavenly appellation would famously find out. ‘The dead do not improve’, just segue into a misunderstood and misappropriated Valhalla defined by the hands of a cumulative bastard- hack comprised of millions with their inaccurate imaginings. In 1991, on the last page of a British Metal magazine only just starting to reinvent itself as Cobain & Co’s hurricane gathered on the horizon, was an interview with John Frusciante that was epiphanic to my adolescent mind. It was my first glimpse at his idiosyncratic way of thinking – more outlandish and Dionysian than his bandmates could ever conceive of being. The interviewer completely failed to deal with his intellect (or at least, decided it would be funnier to feign ignorance and kowtow to the meat-headed readership), and Frusciante blew my impressionable young head off shoulders that had just recently known my ‘rebellious’ hair’s first contact.

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