M.Nerney : POOP 2018 Well, it’s the end of an era. Printed POOP has come to an end. While I lament the fact, it doesn’t really surprise. I won’t go into a full-on screed against technology, but I will say that I’ll deeply miss the physical manifestation of all our rants and raves. So thank you, Mark, for all of the years of toil, trouble and hard nagging that you put in to bring this motley crew of music obsessives laughter, joy, and most essentially, new sounds to hear and love. Thanks also to Zip for carrying the torch into…
purposely obtuse obfuscation points (christmas letter) 2018 One of the many blessings of this time of year is the chance it gives me to connect with you, my friends, family, and fellow poopers. So save for an exquisite month w/the missus in England and Ireland, (even if were were strolling towards Churchill’s War Room that August morn of the London terrorist act); my book, Blue Fan Whirring being published; swift kicking Faso in the balls, Calling All Poets entering its 20th year as the region’s longest running poetry performance series, and my 3 hour Tuesday night gig at the Jazz…
POOP/1979/2018-Michael C. Hodgkiss Every January since 1965 my brother, KEVIN PATRICK(* See Editor’s Note below) and I would exchange lists of our favorite albums of the year. We both had eclectic tastes for teens. He tried to steer me toward MOTOWN records while I dragged him through Anglophile and English blues related groups. After we secured each others lists we would search far and wide to find published lists to see which of us garnered more points in the standings,that being determined by point values which we made up:eg. 20 points for #1, one point for #20/or no listing at…
2018….I’ve got music on my teeth…. Buy New or Used via Amazon DJ Koze – Knock Knock – Easily the best and most upbeat record of the year. Koze knows no bounds and moves gracefully between futuristic R & B, hip-hop, techno, and indie guitar musings on an album that ties together the vocal talents of so many varied and talented singers. The album is irrepressible and funny and optimistic in a time of so much global dread and fear. On the standout track ‘Jesus’ Koze asks in a vocoded and pitch-shifted vocal, which normally I would hate, ‘Who’s…
Favorite Things ~ 2018 ALBUMS Bandcamp Rent via iTunes [?] Somni ~ Bloom (Friends of Friends) Bloom is the perfect summer album, reflecting the open road, the ocean breeze, the sand and the surf. Sequenced as a single mix, the music recalls Botany’s Lava Diviner and Night Shift’s Trespasser’s Guide, while bringing something new to the table as well. By choosing sounds associated with happiness (whistling, waves, wind chimes), the artist paints an aural picture to match the cover collage. Buy New or Used via Amazon Rent via iTunes [?] Hillsong Worship ~ There Is More (Hillsong) The…
FIX RAMBLES ABOUT 2018 STUFF MUSIC Here’s my list in no particular order though I often alphabetically group the LP’s because that made sense to me. At times shiny and quirky while other times uncomfortable and buzzy; always satisfying and intriguing. I know what you’re asking, this grouping makes no sense… hey, it’s my list. Amen Dunes – Freedom Kacey Musgraves – Golden Hour Mitski – Be the Cowboy US Girls – In A Poem Unlimited World got you on edge? Feeling anxious, angry, confused and ready to act up? You are not alone and you are right. I may…
Dear People of POmp and OPinion: After 31 years Printed POOP (the hard-copy, analog edition, that is) will be coming to an end. However, the digital online edition will continue its time-honored slog, thanks to the often overlooked efforts of Mark Zip, my Partner-in-POOP. For all these years, I have been getting the printed version done, er, under the table at a rather discounted rate but my shady invisible contact has had the temerity to retire from his print-shop position, leaving us without any other option. But puh-leez, remember that POOP lives on, evolving as it does. I hope this…
It’s the end of the world as we know it . . . please help me I’m falling . . . don’t they know, it’s the end of the world . . .
nuclear error but I have no fear. . . just a few lines from songs that have assumed the stature of existential dread in the past year. Lately I feel that the whole country is drowning and I / live by the river. So, do we need POOP right about now or what? So with that as impetus, I present the 31st annual musings of the POmpous and OPinionated. Remember when WE were the self-important bloviating blowhards? Ah, nostalgia. To the 25 pompoids who have contributed this year, it’s time to break out the tiki torches and behold the collective pith amid the pandemonium. And if I’ve offended anyone with my political vitriol, to you I say, “Go deep. I’ve got some paper towels for you.”
During my presidency, I started a tradition of sharing my reading lists and playlists. It was a nice way to reflect on the works that resonated with me and lift up authors and artists from around the world. With some extra time on my hands this year to catch up, I wanted to share the books and music that I enjoyed most. From songs that got me moving to stories that inspired me, here’s my 2017 list — I hope you enjoy it and have a happy and healthy New Year.
Two Inch Astronaut,
(Sandy) Alex G,
Queens of the Stone Age,
Best re-issues of 2017
Prince & The Revolution,
DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince,
John Lee Hooker,
There was a lot of good music last year but no-one album that I could call exceptional or better than the rest. Finding new music and especially new artists, continues to be a problem and is unlikely to improve soon. A loose ranking based on what I’ve been playing: Courtney Barnett & Kurt Vile,
The War On Drugs,
Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit,
Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings,
Even as I write this I’m getting in some last minute listening. But most of my favorites were obvious from the first listen. That’s all the preamble I got this year.
The Len Price 3,
Group Doueh & Cheveu,
Thee Oh Sees,
Marry Waterson/David A. Jaycock,
Last year at this time I was as ill as this Country appears to be now. I felt like I was dying and just didn’t care about much of anything except my misery and myself. My plague passed, the Nation’s (Not The National, that’s an entirely different story) I fear may be nearing terminal status. Where are the protest singers? Where are the protest songs? I’m seeing Pussy Riot in May so maybe that will be the first in what I hope is a burgeoning musical Resistance. That being said, somewhat clumsily, I admit, I included a few titles from…
Oxbow, The Body/Full of Hell, Chelsea Wolf, Converge, Fater John Misty, Power Trip, Quicksand, Your Old Droog, Godspeed You Black Emperor, Mutoid Man
Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit,
Hurray For The Riff Raff,
Iron and Wine,
Albums I Really Enjoyed (in no particular order)
Ray Davies – Americana
Julien Baker – Turn Out The Lights
Shamir – Hope
Perfume Genius – No Shape
Ride – Weather Diaries
Waxahatchee – Out In The Storm
Saint Etienne – Home Counties
The National – Sleep Well Beast
Sparks – Hippopotamus
Fever Ray – Plunge
Wow – interesting year, huh? No need to go down that rabbit hole, but I can say how depressing the music was this year. Not that I didn’t find a few gems, but those albums that I did enjoy were sadder than the usual stuff I gravitate towards. Sign of the times, anyone?
Crazy words. Crazy tunes.
Crazy times. Crazy world.
Time for this year’s POOP, then.
The World of Captain Beefheart featuring Nona Hendryx & Gary Lucas, Ghetto Priest, Jeb Loy Nichols, Coldcut x On-U Sound, ALA.N, Ensemble Minisym,
Penguin Café, Laurel Hal, Behind the Counter with Max Richter, Frank Zappa
I’d be embarrassed to truly show you, if such a thing were at all possible, the extent to which the idea of “Top Ten” organizes how I think about what I enjoy, consume, and love. This is a post-High Fidelity culture junkie thing that I’m sure is common to a lot of us contributing here, and I for one have gotten pretty self-conscious about it. Invariably, when I sit down each year to do this Poop List, there’s an odd push/pull between the sincere eagerness I take in constructing these lists, my awareness of the vanity of this sort of exercise, and the reflex of embarrassment that inevitably comes knocking. The whole thing is pretty weird.