In Praise of Marble Sheep

Just two days left as the music edi­tor at comcast.net. I feel like I’m redis­cov­er­ing some old favorites that have been gath­er­ing dust on my CD shelf. (Yes, I still have one. Saw too many peo­ple mourn the loss of all of their music when dur­ing the great exter­nal dri­ve crash of ’03-’05.)

Mar­ble Sheep are super great. Haven’t lis­tened to them in far too long. Can’t wait to dive back into all the weird stuff I was lis­ten­ing to when I was a free­lance crit­ic writ­ing about unheard music.

My Introduction to Vic Chesnutt

First heard Vic Ches­nut­t’s “Pan­ic Pure” on the b‑side of R.E.M.‘s mediocre ver­sion of “Sponge,” which sounds indis­tin­guish­able from any of the hard rock­ers on New Adven­tures in Hi-Fi. Her­sh’s ver­sion of “Pan­ic Pure” absolute­ly bewitched me. Here Hersh sings with Vic Chesnutt.

Been think­ing about Ches­nutt quite a bit late­ly. Part of it is that these songs meant so much to me my fresh­man year of col­lege and I feel guilty for not hav­ing explored his music fur­ther. Now that he’s gone I’m look­ing him up on YouTube and find­ing all these great clips that exem­pli­fy what a great pres­ence he had.

Lis­ten to R.E.M.‘s take on “Sponge” below.

So Pavement Sucked

Once upon a time, Pave­ment were a spe­cial band to me. That rabid fan­dom petered out since they called it quits in ’99, and ever since I’ve felt like Malk­mus’ solo career was just him navel gazing.

The reunion dis­ap­points main­ly because they haven’t learned any­thing about show­man­ship since their start­ed. Maybe that’s good for folks who were accus­tomed to them being one of the most bor­ing live acts on the indie cir­cuit, but I real­ly expect­ed it to feel momen­tous, like I’d final­ly wit­nessed a piece of his­to­ry I missed the first time around.

Does­n’t help that my friend got assault­ed, or that the words “I could kill you” were direct­ed at me, entire­ly unpro­voked. What they said about Pave­ment fans chang­ing over their course def­i­nite­ly holds. I’ll stick to those records and cher­ish the mem­o­ries I made lis­ten­ing to them.

Also worth not­ing: the Mann Music Cen­ter was­n’t near­ly as great a venue as I thought, at least not for rock music. I know that I’m nos­tal­gic for my high school days when I saw clas­sic rock fogies like Emer­son, Lake and Palmer and the Moody Blues sit­ting on the lawn, but the pavil­ion sounds real­ly noisy, espe­cial­ly toward the back. I hate to say it, but I’ve had bet­ter con­cert expe­ri­ences at the back of the Susque­han­na Bank Cen­ter pavilion.

Pitchfork Missed Another ’90s Gem

Not real­ly, but Geg­gy Tah popped into my head while I was on vaca­tion and I had to ask myself if it was real. Post-grunge was­n’t all Nick­el­back and Creed! There was tons of stuff like this.

It was­n’t all gold. I mean, there was this, too.

Yeah, I can remem­ber bit­ing my tongue quite often dur­ing col­lege. Peo­ple real­ly liked stuff like this! What I need to do is get down a few songs that I feel real­ly cap­tured the evolv­ing ’90s Zeit­geist. It was a weird decade!