“As I grew into writing professionally, mostly, mothering amateurly—all my mind was taken with those things. I barely remember life before most days. Took the kids to a playground with Uncle JR, that back a decade ago we used to skate, poorly, and talk about Mobb Deep and big plans and our bad haircuts would waft in the breeze. Nostalgia has become such a stasis; I don’t like looking back. Sometimes I thought I should up and delete all of this as a way of reconciling who I am with who I have been. Weird shame of what I put up on this internet like a hangover into adult life. Confronting what I regret. Confronting what years of hard freelance hustle have done to or for my writing. But instead, I have to—choose to—come back and comb and say it’s worth something. It’s better and worse than I thought. I had a lot I wanted to prove to the world then, I was eager to dazzle and high on confidence that I could. Some of my best work is here and often I hardly recognize the girl that wrote it.”—
Jessica Hopper on having a web archive, as one gets older
There was kid in college who lived down the hall from me and listened to nothing but dub, all day and usually all night. He had 4 foot tall speakers, the best stereo equipment in a handmade cabinet, and a 6 foot tall bong. He would hitchhike into NYC to meet friends and then come back with a stack full of dub vinyl. I often wonder what became of him.
Yesterday was a long day, it started at 6am and ended around 1am this morning when I finally got home. The last 6 hours were spent in and around Randall’s Island for the last of 3 weekend shows by Phish. There is something special about seeing a band in an outdoor, urban area. Randall’s Island is directly under the onramp to the Triboro bridge heading east out of NYC. And to the west of the island is the east river and 125th street. There is very little parking which means most people arrived by foot (over the bridge), ferries or buses. This was a public transport type of event. You could not therefore forget where you were for the shows.
Walking into the field you are greeted by a sign - “Welcome To Our Joy”
Little details matter. Like the water refilling stations. The food trucks.
NY shows are like reunions - you run into people you know all over the place, left and right. And I was tired and probably didn’t want to go if I thought hard about it. But I didn’t, and in that tiredness saw this band throw down the best show I’ve ever seen. Long, exploratory, improvisational music, for 3 hours. By the early part of the second set - when they played this song - most people we were standing around with knew we were seeing something special.
Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band - 4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy)
"Back in the day when I was a fixture on the Asbury Park boardwalk, I’d often stop and talk to Madam Marie as she sat on her folding chair outside the Temple of Knowledge. I’d sit across from her on the metal guard rail bordering the beach, and watched as she led the day trippers into the small back room where she would unlock a few of the mysteries of their future. She always told me mine looked pretty good - she was right" - Bruce Springsteen
we love coffee because even after all these years, coffee keeps us guessing. things are as fresh as the day we met, and while you might think that at this point we could claim knowledge of every sock in the drawer, coffee has yet to become the predictable, housecoat wearing type. she is still the…
I started following a few deep electronic music heads on Soundcloud. This turned up under “techno melodic” and worked pretty well at clearing my head out this morning, there was alot in there to clean out.
“There is no negative artistic criticism that I would offer in public. I have finally grown up. I am also fortunate that I don’t make a living out of reviews so that I can stick to not saying anything at all if I don’t have anything nice to say. This review exists because I love this album and wish to extol its virtues as I see them.”—Andy McCluskey (OMD), writing about Future Islands
Dancing In The Dark - Eddie Berman & Laura Marling
What’s interesting is that most of the many covers of this Springsteen tune play it from a melancholy, slow, acoustic angle, as this gorgeous one does. Yet Bruce as far as i know never played it that way.
I had dinner alone with my son last night, We pulled out the ipad and during dinner did a round robin of showing videos - movie trailers, epic meal time, things like that. He then settled on a version of Waltz #2 (his favorite song) played in front a french audience with Elliot fronting a muscular 3 person band. Eden decided he liked the song better with piano as part of it, but that any version is a good one. This is an acoustic version, also amazing. But then again Waltz #2 may be one of life’s greatest songs no matter how it is played, right?
I got the email about this record last night, and was pretty sure that I knew what newspeedwayboogie would be posting this morning. It sounds like this may be the last one for a while, and that makes me kind of sad.
As a borderline obsessive Mountain Goats fan it’s easy for me to call out the conceptual overlap between Contron’s recordings and Darnielle’s RX-FT500 era, but that’s not why I love Contron’s music. It’s not the lofi that makes it what it is, but the songs.
Contron’s songs aren’t like Mountain Goats songs; they are not narratives, but compact and fascinating moments. As short as they are, each one feels to me like it’s obsessively unpacking something even smaller.
Thanks, Contron. Hope to hear from you again.
Contron - Relax, Get Scared
Contron released more of his unique bedroom pop music.
“I love being able to sing, ‘inside your Fuego, we keep it rolling’ because it’s the Phish community that’s the heart and soul of what we do. We, Phish, keep it rolling, but what we do is inside of your Fuego. I like being able to think of that as we sing that line.”—Trey Anastasio, on the meaning behind Fuego. (via fuckyeahphish)
“I used to be obsessed with Phish. I once responded to a $1000 cash offer for my ticket to their NYE ’02 show with a terse yet decisive, “No fucking way, bro.” I once drove 12 hours to see a weekend of Phish shows in northern Maine and competed in the attendant Runaway Jim 5K for a chance to get onstage. I still know what YEM, PYITE, TMWSIY and DWD are acronyms for and who Jeff Holdsworth is. I’ve seen 25-30 Phish shows in the last 15 years. And, to a lot of people, that still makes me a newbie who doesn’t know shit.”—Chris Tomson (Vampire Weekend) Talks Phish’s Fuego | The Talkhouse