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That was Chris Brokaw. He was very good. I picked up his album "Red Cities" a few weeks after the show, and it’s full of instrumental guitar music. Good stuff. If you don’t mind the complete absence of vocals, I recommend getting it.
I was thinking about Where You Been the other night — while listening to it on the ancient Discman that I used to play it on after I first bought the album — and I found myself still sticking to the same thoughts I’ve always had about it.
I think "Out There" is the best song ever. I’ve thought so for the past seven years — I may always think so. The next six songs of the album — everys single one of them — are amazing as well. But I don’t see why "Hide" and "I ain’t sayin’" — while good songs — are on it. I don’t think they even come close to the level of the other songs. Using two of the album’s B-sides, I therefore suggest the following tracklist for a revolutionary reissue of Where You Been, to make it the Best Album Ever:
1) Out There
2) Start Choppin’
3) What Else Is New
4) On The Way
5) Not The Same
6) Get Me
7) Drawerings
8) Keeblin’
9) Turnip Farm
10) Goin’ Home"everyonelovesjaron" wrote:Now, who was it like 3 weeks ago that was defending Pitchfork for their great jorunalistic qualificiations despite my protests?Me! That was me! I did that! Doesn’t mean I agree with everything they say, though.
Come on, Pitchfork. Really. Are you guys that desperate? You take a joke that J made himself in 1991, a joke that stopped being funny or interesting about ten years ago, you drag it out for an entire review, and use it to trash J’s new album and — why the hell not — his entire career? How creative!
That said, there is one thing that — sadly — I cannot deny agreeing with:
The lyrics to Mascis’ songs no longer resonate. He may not have realized how powerful his first person whining was in its simplicity, but now that he’s using nostalgia for fuel, there’s no sense of personal crisis or connection, no J behind the "I".
Wow!
Thanks for that. It’s always so great to read a review by someone who deeply cares about music and is utterly blown away by what he’s seen. Excellent! 
"Flying Cloud" wrote:Has it been a different feel for you?
Wholesomeness was gone along
Or is it something new.I’m sure "wholesomeness was gone along" should read "the whole time this was going on". Not sure about some of the other parts, though.
According to the notes on my copy of Jayloumurph, it was recorded live in 1988 by Torino Radio, originally released by Ciao Bella in 1988, and re-released by Hipdisc in 1992.
"hansione" wrote:Caesar // Hang myself from the treeThe perfect song for this time of year.
Happy Christmas, y’all! 
"simmons" wrote:A bunch of girls closed the door in front of everyone and refused to let others met J.Poor J.
Locked into his room with a bunch of fanatic groupies. Oh, the sacrifices we make for rock and roll!
*sophie* — the whole "Uma" thing is a joke anyway, but if you want to know more about it, check the original "Uma interview" topic here. This link will take you to the old board, cause it seems that topic has not made it to the new board yet. You can also check out the interview — from "1991: The Year Punk Broke" — right here.
Hey kayeba, welcome to the board.
What we know about the upcoming tour in the U.S. is all here."You know, the Nazi’s had pieces of flair they made the Jews wear." (Office Space)
"Why shouldn’t I lie to myself? I’m an excellent liar, and I’m very gullible." (Hurlyburly)
(Edited to say: Robert, I edited the title because there seemed to be nothing wrong with its spelling.
)Dinosaur Jr. — On The Way
Fountains of Wayne — Utopia Parkway
Bob Dylan — Positively 4th street
dEUS — Instant streetElliott Smith — Either/Or. I cannot believe how good this is. The music, his voice, the lyrics… Also, he understands the art of swearing, as well as the art of effectively using anger in a song. ("Tired of living in a cloud — if you’re gonna say shit now you do it out loud.") More people should write hate songs.
Ryan Adams — Heartbreaker. Notice the little sigh of desperation before "Call Me On Your Way Back Home" starts. Ouch. Love hurts. But damn, I love an album that rains.
Evan Dando — Live at the Brattle Theatre / Griffith Sunset EP. Oh, boy, what a voice. Evan Dando could sing from the yellow pages and bring tears to your eyes. Now imagine him singing lines like:
"Won’t you let me walk you home from school?
Won’t you let me meet you at the pool?
Maybe Friday I can,
get tickets for the band,
and I’ll take you"from Big Star’s "Thirteen". Good thing the album only lasts thirty minutes, because it’s almost too much.
