"Take Me" - Jerry Garcia and David Grisman (download) (buy)
from Been All Around This World (2004)

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I'm a sucker for songs that send the singer to some specific utopia, like "Big Rock Candy Mountain," or Roy Orbison's "Blue Bayou," or Patsy Cline's "You Belong To Me," or any of the Mountain Goats' "Going to..." numbers. George Jones and Leon Payne's "Take Me" is a neat variation, a catalogue of desolation -- an impossibly dark room, Siberia in winter -- twisted into sunshine. But it is mostly imagined sunshine, the singer in a state somewhere closer to the darkened room than the springtime California promised in the final verse.

The desolation is clearly present in Jones' original with Tammy Wynette, but that's probably more reflex than anything. Jerry Garcia and Karen Dalton amplify it to the song's front. Garcia's junk-decayed voice cracks as it needs to, his delivery all resignation, though David Grisman's mandolin is perhaps a little too airy for the proceedings (at least until his solo). One-time Village folkie Dalton, meanwhile, is perfect, her own junk-cracked voice unbearably hopeful over a quietly lush combo, like a feminine Ray Charles.

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It's hippie-country heartache week here in the wunderkammern, and former Monkee Mike Nesmith's And the Hits Just Keep on Comin' is a remarkable, hook-filled beaut.

Country tunes don't often speak, word for word, to the specifics of one's particular heartbreak. But even narratives that are the 180-degree opposite of the use they're serving can still stand-in just fine. Break-up songs sung from the perspective of the one leaving, like Nesmith's "Roll With the Flow" can be of use to the broken. (In this case, perhaps through contrarian, pissed-off empowerment.) It is almost as if the sound of country -- here stripped close to absolute simplest: acoustic guitar, pedal steel, and voice -- acts like a welcoming arm. Warmed in its embrace, country veritably promises that even if this singer doesn't address your problem with this song, it will most assuredly come around sooner than later. That faith hums warmly through the genre, like the anticipatory minutes after one has fed money into a crowded bar's jukebox but before the sound in his head has made itself manifest in a room full of strangers.

o Robert Rich's response to Kevin Kelly's 1000 True Fans theory.
o A BusinessWeek profile of Other Music, the awesome Manhattan record store whose new release bin (and equivalent section in their newsletter) is probably the most discerning review section in the country.
o While at school in Ohio, a friend and I joked about running a pipeline from New York to bring a supply of tap water for proper pizza and bagels. Kottke looks into it.
o The NYRB gets loose on Wikipedia. Looking forward to sinking into this one.
o With all the insidious cross-marketing, yadda yadda, sometimes it's a relief to know that the Man often still just doesn't get it.
o Dmitri Nabokov is going to publish The Original of Laura. Yay!

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Burkhard Bilger's recent New Yorker piece, "The Last Verse," is excellent -- the type of typically sprawling think-piece/profile that could end up in a future Da Capo Best Music Writing edition. But it also bummed me out. "Is there still any folk music out there?" the subhead asked. It's an endlessly fascinating question, but -- if you limit "folk" to its literal definition -- the answer becomes equally limited.

For his own recordings, Rosenbaum laid down only a few ground rules. The musicians could come from anywhere and play almost anything: fiddles, guitars, washboards, or spoons; harmonicas, Jew's harps, or accordions. (In one recording, a broomstick kept time; in another, a pick-axe.) But the songs had to be traditional, the music learned from relatives or local musicians. He wanted folksingers, as he puts it, not just singers of folk songs.

And, thus, another story about dudes driving the South around looking for old performers and older records. But folk music is more alive than that, pulsing from car stereos and ringtones in the centuries-old rhythms at the core of reggaeton, or in the magpie strategies of the bootleg/mash-up world. Even if hip-hop is the very definition of mass culture -- see, for example, the ridiculous Jay-Z/Soulja Boy feud being played through the NBA -- it still requires an intricate constellation of references to understand it, many of which can only be passed person to person. While there's plenty that comes through media, there's still plenty of slang that can trace back decades, if not more.

The answer to Bilger's question is unquestionably, "yes." A truly oral culture is no longer possible, but we have something else -- a world where text is so plentiful it becomes both meaningless and ephemeral. How does one collect it?

Listen here.

1. "You've Got To Believe in Something" - Spin Doctors (from You've Got To Believe In Something)
2. "Frow Show Theme" - MVB
3. "My Pillow is Threshold" - Silver Jews (from Lookout Mountain, Lookout Sea)
3. "Absolutely Sweet Marie" - Bob Dylan (recorded 19 May 1998, San Jose)
4. "Jambalaya" (demo) - Hank Williams (from First to Last)
5. unknown song - unknown artist (southeast Asia) (from Yeti #5 compilation)
6. "Steppe Spiritual" - Sun City Girls (from Mister Lonely OST)
7. "Underground Antes Da Primeira Hora" - Quarteto Em Cy (from Quarteto Em Cy)
8. "Vô Batê Pá Tu" - Baino and Os Novos Caetanos (from Baino and Os Novos Caetanos)
9. "Book of Numbers" - The Mae Shi (from Hillyith)
10. "Rainbow Flag" - Matmos (from Supreme Balloon)
11. "Sullen Lamp Lighters" - Computer at Sea (via MySpace)
12. "Agnes B Musique" - Sonic Youth (from SYR7: J'Accuse Ted Hughes LP)
13. "The End of the Tour" - They Might Be Giants (from John Henry)

Dude plays pretty music on glasses:

Yo La Tengo give M. Ward & Zooey Deschanel a little bit of that YLT feeling:

Snoop & Willie:

Not only do I think that it's okay that Joe Smith talked back at heckling fans in Chicago, I think it's kinda awesome. What's the matter with ballplayers breaking the fourth wall (give or take, oh, jumping into the stands and beating up a handicapped guy, as Ty Cobb once did)?

Yes, Billy, this is a goddamn:

You watched Prince cover "Creep" when Pitchfork posted it, now watch it again:

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Greg Davis's cover of the Incredible String Band's "Air" has me from the first keyboard tone, which simultaneously seems like it should be some kind of thrift store organ, but is too warm and rich to be so. Soon enough, though, come harmonies and a strum that lands somewhere between Western swing and uke-driven exotica. The verses are mostly mood -- way more so than the original version -- something more forceful than the wordless mmmming and just enough to gently nudge the tune along. But they're beautiful, too. After a fairly New Agey beginning ("breathing, all creatures are") it drops down to ominous folk mystery: "you kissed my blood, and the blood kissed me." "Air" is a sunset in unfamiliar colors.

o Kottke breaks down the knuckleball using Josh Kalk's PITCHf/x tool. The latter is amazing. Honestly, most of the math is entirely beyond me, but graphing the way a pitcher's pitches break is a way to visualize a pitcher's work, and is beautiful. It's modern art, really, each chart somehow finding the truth of a particular player. Of course, the highly modern colors on the white background contribute, too.

o Slate's Matthew McGough on the golden age of baseball movies.

o Safeco Field in San Francisco has some kind of free live network for Nintendo DS users. Sounds fun, fersure, but such a strange platform to do it with. I mean, I guess DSes are popular and all, but wouldn't it make more sense to develop it for the Blackberry or something? (Thx, VB.)

o The Mets latest 5th starter/hope, Nelson Figueroa, is the definition of the contemporary international journeyman. Born in Brooklyn (represent!), in the past year Figueroa has pitched in Mexico (all-star), Taiwan (Series MVP), the Dominican Republic (Series MVP), and the Caribbean (Series MVP). Definitely an Omar Minaya type of player. (via Metsblog)

o A whole mess of links about the 1964 World's Fair which spawned Shea Stadium.

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One testament to the productivity of Sonic Youth is the insane and amazing bootleg site Kill Yr Idols, which posts at least one album/cassette/7-inch by Sonic Youth or its members pretty much every day. Totally illegal, fersure, but an exception should be made for the nobility of the cause. ("Downloading keeps the links alive: please link this site on blogs, forums," they proudly proclaim.) The territories keep growing. The newest ephemera, an entry in the venerable and psychedelic SYR series, and released on vinyl only earlier this week, isn't up yet, but it surely will be soon.

In some ways, both jams on SYR7 -- "J'Accuse Ted Hughes" (from All Tomorrow's Parties in April 2001) (2000, according to KYI) and "Agnes B Musique" (from the band's Murray Street studio in 2001) -- could be drawn from almost anywhere in the musicians' vast collective/solo/side-project output. In theory. In practice, it's the Jim O'Rourke-era lineup, demonstrating why they're Sonic Youth. On "Agnes B Musique," Steve Shelley hangs quietly behind an improv begins genially, the sheets of glittering noise coming later, drones within pulses within drones. Good with the lights off and the headphones on.

"They Will Appear, Behold" - Akron/Family (download)
recorded live at KVRX, Austin, TX, 12 March 2008

Two new Akron/Family tracks. The first, "Small Shape," comes from a live set at Tonic in July 2005, and was recently included on the disc accompanying Yeti #5. From the bottomless catalogue of the band's two-guitar era, it begins with a lush double-strum, a xylophone doubling the bassline as Seth Olinsky's vocal begins. The structure is slow, if such a thing could be said of a structure, its movement beginning when the xylophone changes allegiance and begins to double a vibrating guitar as harmonies pile up and, eventually, Dana Janssen begins a marital beat. (Can't wait 'til the issue gets to the top of the reading queue. It looks amazing, and the rest of the disc definitely is: Sublime Frequencies outtakes, excerpts from Jeff Mangum's record collection, deep cuts from editor Mike McGonigal, etc.)

The second, "They Will Appear, Behold," is more recent, from a South by Southwest radio session by (I'm pretty sure) just the core trio. With Afro-pop inspired guitar, and an equally slow-structured pulse, it even sounds a little like The Slip at first. Though the lyrics are a bit, shall we say, crunchy (even before they tap Sioux holy man Black Elk for the title refrain), they are hardly didactic, and unfurl over a patient, potent melody/chant.

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I'm going to say it anyway, because it's right under our noses and it might get missed: Kim and Kelley Deal's harmonies are what make the Breeders so lovely, even in 2008. There are (possibly apocryphal?) stories about the twins singing country duets for truckers in their native Dayton that I remember reading in Circus circa Last Splash. Until bootlegs surface, "Here No More," from the new Mountain Battles, will suffice. The melody is decent, really just serving as a vehicle for their sweetly decaying singsongs to make something nice between them, pleasing genetic harmonics in full effect. Hardly radical, but it doesn't need to be.

o The new and old bins at WFMU, complete with notes from music director Brian Turner and other DJs.

o More online mixing at muxtape.

o Melodyne promises "direct note access" polyphonic sampling. I suspect technology like this might be similar to alchemy or divining rods, but I'm sure it'll work for some people.

o Notable digital archives from newspapers and magazines, for free and for pay.

o Omnisio allows the user to make YouTube playlists which join together multi-part movies.

o Scribd is a free OCR scanning service.

o Sorry, a break with the self-imposed ban on Google tools 'cause it's too cool: GoogleEarth now layers current New York Times headlines over its maps, so one can read the news geospatially.

Listen here.

1. "Tower Records Ad" - John Lennon (from WFMU Radio Archival Oddities compilation)
2. "The Children of Rock and Roll" - Ron Lennon (from Rutland Weekend Television)
3. "Frow Show Theme" - MVB
4. "Fallen Snow" - Au Revoir Simone (from Fallen Snow)
5. "Air" - Greg Davis (from Curling Pond Woods)
6. "They Will Appear, Behold" - Akron/Family (recorded March 2008, KVRX)
7. "Theme From Ulcerative Colitis" - Yukio Yung (from Valborgunmassoæfton)
8. "As Tears Roll By" - Daniel Lanois (from Shine)
9. "Richmond" - The Faces (from Long Player)
10. "Life Goes Off" - Jim O'Rourke (recorded 16 September 2002, Aoyoma Cay)
11. "A Certain Guy" - Mary Weiss (from I Hate CDs: Norton Records 45 RPM Singles Collection)
12. "Spooks" - Radiohead (recorded May 2006, Copenhagen)
13. "Asozan" - Yamataka Eye (from Re... Remix?)
14. "Empty Bell Ringing in the Sky, no. 5" - Pelt (from Empty Bell Ringing in the Sky)
15. "Mountains of the Moon" - The Grateful Dead (from Aoxomoxoa, original 1969 mix)
16. "Here No More" - The Breeders (from Mountain Battles)

I saw lots of other people with cameras. Anybody got any better pix? Or, y'know, information? (Some more info emerging in the BV comment section. Anything concrete would be appreciated.)

The NYPD hauling away the fun:

Le sigh.