It’s been a hectic week for music (sales) as I’m still digesting over NME’s top 500 albums of all time, the death of Lou Reed, and the Mercury music prize. Let’s gloss over those quickly before getting onto something far more interesting. Ok, so NME had a fun list some cool things on it, but the smiths “the queen is dead” at number one is, of course, wrong, I’d put it in top 20 maybe even top 10 but no, 1? Maybe it just reminds me of bad times skipping school at 16 and following the train tracks looking for adventure I never found with a copy of the Morrissey and Marr biography I carried around with me along with “The Catcher in the Rye.” Umm, moving on…Lou Reed whose life has been written about elegantly and passionately by people like the Guardian and the Independent (and celebrated on Absolute Radio) there’s little else to say except it’s sad, but not really a surprise considering the amount of abuse his body took. Somehow crazy Iggy Pop and David Bowie are still alive (and releasing cool records too). Finally Mercury Music prize. It’s a big thing here, mostly because it allows record shops like HMV and the immoral Amazon to sell a load of cd’s and downloads. For some strange reason James Blake won. I have no idea why.
So now I can finally get onto Mark. Who? Mark Kozelek who is only the greatest musician of our time! So he didn’t feature in NME’s list, but somehow that’s a good thing too. I saw him earlier this week play in a lovely old church in Brighton, which was an odd setting for someone who is kind of vulgar, but I don’t want to go there I want to talk about his music.
I’ve said for a while now I could throw away all my record collection and never listen to the radio again as long as I could keep my Mark Kozelek records. There’s something so haunting, so lonely and sad about those songs that if I’m a bit vulnerable and it’s late at night and I’m on my own I’m likely to get carried away and find tears rolling down my cheeks. It’s an astonishing mix of heartfelt beatnik soothing poetry and a lullaby gentle guitar sound that can take you breath away, make you stop whatever you’re doing and close your eyes and indulge in the sad world of Mark Kozelek.
He’s 46, as he reminded us the other night, but he’s still hung up on girls, he’s still looking for meaning, and he’s broken. Tuesday night proved that more than anything else, he’s a broken and lost spirit. He’s suffering from attachment issues, but that makes him even more special, even more brilliant, and certainly makes his music all the better. I guess I’m saying unlike James Blake, unlike Morrissey, even unlike Lou Reed, he’s a poet. There’s not many of those around now.
Live he’s brilliant too. Everybody always gets upset and disappointed when they see he isn’t the sensitive Nick Drake type though. Here’s what the BBC wrote a couple of years ago about a concert “The manner in which he (Mark Kozelek) goes about it is extremely disappointing… it only serves to emphasise the gulf between a stunning songwriting talent and an apparently indifferent personality.” That kind of stuff is always said and it always gets on my nerves. Where does it say to write romantic songs you’ve got to be a super soft cry baby too fragile for the world?
Anyway, im super tired so….You can take any song and it would be brilliant. But here’s an old one…It’s a good place to start as any for those of you who’ve yet to discover his genius.
You might not think much would link Sufjan Stevens, Miley Cyrus and William Faulkner, but you’d be wrong. Sufjan Stevens not only makes mind-blowing crazy records that rank amongst the finest things I’ve heard this century, but he also knows a thing or too about grammar and literature. Turns out poor old MC doesn’t. Sufjan wrote about all this on his blog, and i thought it was so sweet i’ve added it here.
Aside from that all else is well, im off to buy the new Julie Ruin cd tomorrow in Brighton after NME gave it 9/10. I also heard a really cool Kathleen Hanna interview on the radio Saturday afternoon driving home from Battle castle. Also super excited to see Mark Kozelek playing soon too. Goodnight xo
As I was driving back from the teen club where I work last night (!?) the radio played an old Shirelles song “Will you love me tomorrow” (Bryan Ferry also did an amazing cover of this about 10 years ago too) and then played Erykah Badu “On and on”, two perfect songs for cold autumn nights, especially when you’ve been hanging out with a bunch of teenagers all night.
You can listen the the shirelles below, but I also wanted to have something new here, so aside from the Shirelles I’ve also put on a cool little song by an Australian singer called Courtney Barnett who is taking that whole Kate Nash thing to another level it seems. Kate Nash has anyway strangely become some feminsit riot grrl but anyway let’s not dwell on that…
Also NME has a new look. It had David Bowie on the cover too.
Here are the songs, I hope they make you feel as happy as they did for me!
Today – 16th September – is the day Elton John’s latest record “the diving board” comes out, which at first glance may seem to contradict recent blogs here about the irresistable coolness of Kathleen Hanna and Mark Kozelek, but give me Elton John over Paul McCartney solo albums any day.
The first cd’s I ever bought were Elton John’s greatest hits and a best of Elvis Presley. I was 11 years old, and all i listened to before was radio pop music. Back then I had no idea what alternative music was, and going to the record shop was my introduction to rock’n’roll. I admit by the time I was 16 and my wall was covered with pictures of skinny indie stars from NME and Select, and I think I donated my early cd’s to the Oxfam charity shop or secretly threw them in the bin when my Sonic Youth indie girlfriend came around.
Anyway, the cool thing about getting older is all that stuff about trying to look cool is irrelevant, and that’s kind of the point of words and guitars, so driving around in an old citreon with a 1970’s Elton John tape blasting away in the tape deck (alongside the new Sebadoh released, strangely, on tape) is what it’s all about.
I saw the Arctic Monkeys concert on tv and it didn’t make me feel guilty for choosing the strypes cd over “AM” at the record shop last week. Last night I saw Elton John’s concert on tv and it kind of puts things in context. The guy’s kind of crazy, but that’s how rock stars should be, right? Alex Turner is too smooth for me sometimes. I guess old Elton gets an extra point from me too for introducing me to the awesome music of the strypes.
Here’s an old old song, but one of the best songs of the 20th century.