Say, what gives, McGillicuddy? Looking back on my ’16 list, I’ve realised that I barely got back around to some of those choices during ’17. Odd. I did really like that Car Seat Headrest record. Pinegrove too. Here’s what I discovered in ’17 that I hope will continue to excite me into ’18.
haruka nakamura PIANO ENSEMBLE,
Ben Lukas Boysen & Sebastian Plano,
Tom Hobden & Eliot James,
Páll Ragnar Pálsson,
Soundwalk Collective, Francisco López,
I know we all know someone/love someone/hate someone who said
Wow! I’m glad that fuckin’ year’s over when 2017 finally broke.
But wasn’t it a prologue in many ways? A year older/closer/nearer the fire?
And who knew that fire was a bushland combustion,
devouring our time/our senses/our songs?
Who knew the forward rate of spread
would be so rapid? The department of this/the department of that
acting as accelerants, torching canopy and street. Leaping fire breaks
w/a single bound. An uncontrolled disaster. The coup behind
the theatrics. A smoldering transition scorching the air.
Great vertical differences you feel in your bed/your shower/your soul.
A stack effect, for sure, as air rises when it’s heated. Birthing new updrafts,
sucking the air from the baby’s room.
2017 done, dusted … and we’re still alive! We may be the laughingstock of the planet, but at least we’re still here to laugh. And at the end of these next four years (or less … hope springs eternal!) we may even have learned something valuable about ourselves as a nation. There is a feeling somewhere inside me that says this struggle we’re facing will make us a better people and a better nation. Don’t get me wrong, I still…
Well, I gotta Pflug my own work first.
Bob Lukomski Höre CD (Earwaker Recordings)
Not that it’s the greatest thing out there, but I put good time and energy into this little 6 track CD of electronic epigrams. Old synths, new synths, borrowed synths, and yes, a blue synth. And I wasn’t even getting married. Kraftwerk meets David Axelrod in spots, lots of clean lines and simple electronic percussion. No vocals, you can get it local.
Courtney Barnett & Kurt Vile,
queens of the stone age,
The War on Drugs,
To the POmpous and OPinionated: You POOPin this year? If you’re getting one of these for the first time, POOP is our annual exercise in self-importance wherein we compile “Best Of 2017′ lists, to be published in a quaint ol’ print edition as well as online. This year will be our 31st annual exercise in swillification. A refresher about the rules and deadlines is in order: Limit yourself to what would be 2 sides of 8×11 paper. Leave a slight…
So . . . there seems to be some agreement that 2016 could have been a tad better. If I may speak for many of you here, fuck you 2016, fuck you for so many reasons. As we approach the end of the world as we know it, we will have to find strength in the little things, as trivial as they might seem right now. And what could be more trivial than the 30th Annual(!) POOPlist.
Where do I begin? Like so many of us, it all changed on Election Night 2016. As I sat and watched the deterioration of our home, I was thinking about how I truly live in a bubble in New York, and the confirmation of ignorance from the rest of our country was devastating. I’m trying to be hopeful, but with every office appointment, it keeps getting worse. Just like Seth Meyers said, “we gave him his chance.” Can’t really say…
Mourn – Catholic Gilrfriends – Car Seat Headrest – Exploded View – Pinegrove – DIIV – Angel Olsen – Ty Segall – Brian Eno – Radiohead Share
ANOHNI – Avalanches – Billy Bragg + Joe Henry – Kano – Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – Robbie Fulks – Roisin Murphy – Solange – Sturgill Simpson – Swet Shop Boys – Annie Mac
Fuc# Fuc* Fuc* Fuc! Fuc@ Fuc& Fuc^ Fuc% Fuc*… Some good music this year, I’m sure. And then November. I listened to more Blue Note, ESP, and 90’s guitar rock than anything new this year. I expect, and desperately hope that next year produces some much needed art and protest. I’ve got the flu and don’t really feel like doing this right now so if you don’t agree with my choices, please consider them alternative facts. 1. David Bowie –…
2016 blah blah blah. Gotta stay positive. Bunch of white dudes playing guitars listed below. Whatever. I wrote like 750 words on the Samson album – it came out two weeks before the election and really hit me hard in the aftermath – but I think it was more therapeutic than anything. Here’s to the future. John K Samson – Winter Wheat Beach Slang – A Loud Bash Of Teenage Feelings The I Don’t Cares – Wild Stab The Posies…
INSERT POLITICAL RANT HERE. I’m sure it’s being said better, elsewhere. I should have listened to my Dad, who said DT would win the whole time. And my Dad is not a Lefty hippie anarchist; he’s a 91 year old WW2 veteran. Upon hearing that Steve Bannon was hired for DT’s campaign his words were, “They hired that Nazi from Breitbart.” Oy. Anyways, as always, this is like pulling teeth, but here we go… Buy New or Used via Amazon…
PRISONER OF MY OWN TASTE It’s official. I’ve stopped looking for music by new artists. If whatever is out there is good enough, I’m figuring it’ll find me. As in the previous few years, about half my list this time around is either old stuff or it’s new stuff trying to be old stuff, a trend I don’t see reversing itself anytime soon. Wait a minute…where have I read that before? But, it’s true. I find myself listening to old…
20 Best Jazz Albums of 2016 – Jeff Parker – AZIZA – Donny McCaslin – Esperanza Spalding – Jack DeJohnette – John Scofield – Julian Lage – Kris Davis – MAST – Matthew Garrison – Ravi Coltrane – The Robert Glasper Experiment
Car Seat Headrest – Frank Ocean – Kevin Morby – Chance the Rapper – Hamilton Leithauser + Rostam – Andy Shauf – Parquet Courts – Pinegrove – Lucy Dacus – Hiss Golden Messenger
Run the Jewels – Whores – The Bodies – Danny Brown – Sturgill Simpson – Deftones – Kendrick Lamar – Nick Cave – A Tribe Called Quest – Childish Gambino – Solange Share
2016… Can’t say I’m gonna miss you, what with the high musician body count and the end of America as we’ve known it. Still, some good art was made, some damn fine music to be had. Here’s my year end offering from a small patch of it… NOTE: I stayed away from soundtracks, compilations and reissues, tho’ many good things were to be had (e.g. Scott Walker, Close to the Noise Floor, and Coil and Yoko Ono, respectively). FALSE START…
2016. Where to begin? To paraphuck Charles Dickens, it was the worst of times . . . period. It was a year of unfathomable loss. Yes, the music world lost far too many big names, but that’s not the loss I am referring to. America lost its heart and its compassion, its soul, its purpose, its way. At this point, all I can ask Not-Mein-Fuhrer is to please not break anything too, too badly. Unfortunately I have very little faith…