Stream Burial's New EP <i>Rival Dealer</i> -
This is why I still think music writing matters, even (maybe especially) in compact, casual forms like this. I’d seen a half-dozen people link to the new Burial, with either a gobsmacked or noncommittal word or two attached (if any), but only Andrew attempted to give anything like a description, put it in context, and give me any reason why I should bother to listen beyond sheer brand recognition. Because look, I’m old and extremely busy and my only access to the internet most hours a day is my phone; it is a bother. But at least now I know it might be worth the effort, if I still remember it the next time I lug my laptop through the snow to a wifi hotspot.
New Burial EP is fucking great. The last couple haven’t really connected with me, but I LOVE this one so far. The mixture of the beneath-the-city feel of Untrue with what I’d characterize as (and I’m no expert) more overt drum n’ bass style beats is a total winner, and the overt melody on “Hiders,” which I haven’t heard from Burial in the past, is gorgeous. Yeah… I’m pretty fucking stoked on this.
Pigeon on the Red Line.
nudewave asked: JONATHAN. AS A CUBAN LADY I AM SO PSYCHED ABOUT GLORIA ESTEFAN WEEK. WAY TO STEAL THE TITLE OF BEST OWOB WEEK OF THE YEAR FROM ME ALREADY, BUDDY. YOU BETTER COVER DR BEAT. SINCERELY, ANAIS ESCOBAR MATHERS
ANAÏS, I HAVE IT ON GOOD AUTHORITY THAT BOTH OUR THUNDER IS GOING TO BE STOLEN NEXT WEEK. AS TO DOCTOR BEAT GIRL DO YOU EVEN KNOW ME? YRS, JONATHAN DOUGLAS BOGART (HAPPY THAT HIS PHONE KNOWS TO PUT THE DIAERESIS IN ALL-CAPS ANAÏS)
eush asked: Top 5 beverages of 2013?
5. Tap water (iced). I’m from an area of the country where no one drinks tap water; it’s cloudy and mineral-heavy and tastes of copper and rocks, and has to be run through a purifier before it’s drinkable. So moving to Chicago, where the tap water is perfectly clear and without any discernible taste, was a nice surprise, and a good way to save money. I went six months before I got ice cube trays, which was kind of horrifying (I’m from the Southwest; ice isn’t just a nice extra, it’s a way of life), and still feel rich every time I run the tap over the ice in my glass and hear it crack.
4. Ginger ale. When I was a child, I decided for some reason that my favorite soft drink was root beer. Accordingly I’ve spent most of my adult life guzzling that caramelly stuff, generally the fancy glass-bottled kind you get at middle-class supermarkets. I’m not entirely sure why, but when I moved I switched to ginger ale, which wasn’t as cloyingly sweet and had more of a bite to it. (I hated ginger ale as a kid. I hated a lot of things.) I don’t drink very much of it — I’ll get a two-liter bottle maybe once every other month — but the four or five meals where it’s that instead of water are extra delightful.
3. Hot cocoa with brandy. On my first shopping trip to stock my new apartment’s pantry, I bought a bottle of brandy, if I’m being honest because it’s Bertie Wooster’s buck-me-up of choice. (I’d never had it before.) I also bought what I thought was hot chocolate mix. After realizing that I’d bought baking chocolate, I went to the store again and bought another thing of unsweetened chocolate powder (I should really stop listening to podcasts when I shop, if they distract me from important information like that). At which point I gave up and started using honey as a sweetener and brandy for flavor, and it’s become a semi-regular nightcap. At year’s end, I’ve almost finished the bottle of brandy, which speaks to how often I drink.
2. Mochas from the local coffee shop. The barista with the muttonchop whiskers always looks surprised when I don’t order a mocha (sometimes I can only scrape together enough cash for a cafe au lait; sometimes it’s the middle of summer and I want an iced tea; sometimes it’s deep into the afternoon and if I have caffeine I’m not falling asleep till four in the morning), but he’s right to expect that I will. It’s their best drink, not too sweet, beautifully balanced, and usually too much for me to drink in one sitting (Starbucks trained me in so many bad coffeshop habits, but the worst was always buying the largest drink because I’m gonna be there for a while).
1. Tea. On that same shopping trip that I got brandy and baking chocolate, I also bought a canister of tea. Imagine my uncultured yokel surprise when I got it home and found out it was loose-leaf, not little baggies. I actually had to look up on the internet how to brew it. Soon afterwards, I bought teabags like a normal fast-food-eating American, but I mentioned the mistake to my uncle when he was in town for a convention and treating me to a Lebanese lunch, one of many little comedies of error I tried to present my life so far in Chicago as being. (Don’t pity me, for God’s sake. Laugh at my cluelessness and dumbassery, yes, but never pity.) Several months later, I got a postal note in my mailbox telling me that a package was at the local distro center, a brief bus ride away. You’ll have guessed, of course, that it was a teapot from my uncle. I feel much classier and man-of-the-world brewing my tea in it than I ever did sipping the brandy.
jonathanbogart asked: Top 5 reissues?
Should probably have mentioned when I reblogged this request for lists that I have been in book jail all year and my engagement with new media (or new-old media, as the case may be) has been pretty fitful. That said:
1. Le Grand Kalle, His Life, His Music—Joseph Kabasele and the Creation of Modern Congolese Music (Stern’s Africa, rec. 1951-70)
2. Spotify Go! 1950: The Bomb in the Heart of the Century (Spotify, rec. 1950)
3. 20 Jahre Kompakt Kollektion 1 (Kompakt, rec. 1998-2010)
4. KMS 25th Anniversary Classics: 2.5 Decades of Techno (KMS, 2012; rec. 1985-2012)
5. Dim Lights, Thick Smoke & Hillbilly Music: Country & Western Hit Parade—1966-1970 (Bear Family, rec. 1966-1970)
Matos’s fitful engagement is everyone else’s deep dive.
@nick: I mean I probably watched Sullivan’s Travels at some point since it’s on my hard drive, even though I could quote it from memory; and I was in a shitty headspace at one point where I was obsessively downloading and watching “classic” xxx films for the plot. (Employment is so much better than unemployment, kids.) Oh, and I guess I rewatched Marvel’s the Avengers, which somehow kicked off the whole getting-seriously-back-into-comics thing. But I assumed the question was about 2013 movies, and those are the 2013 movies I saw. Though technically, Blancanieves is 2012, because that’s when it premiered in Spain, but domestic release is good enough for me, because:
@kallen: I could have sworn I’ve been very consistently vocal, to the point of tediousness, over the years about how no, I’m not much of a movies guy, and in fact rather resent the totalizing role they play in today’s aesthetic culture. I like old, pre-1950s movies, because I like old, pre-1950s things in general, but I don’t care about movies qua movies and even if I did I would still have not seen anything more this year because I still regularly skip meals in order to cut down on expenses and movies are way higher on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs than food.
strictlyalright asked: Top five movies
Hahahahaha I saw two movies this year, so 5. Oz the Great and Powerful and 1. Blancanieves it is.
(I will probably see The Hobbit Part II: The Dull Part of the Videogame as a sort of grudging Christmas present to myself, but that will almost certainly be it.)
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BRITNEY SPEARS’S FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS THE LITTLE MERMAID, EVERYBODY GO HOME (x)
I mean, yes, of course it is. Not just because it fits with the themes of her life — massive talent, smothering sociofamilial pressure, rebellion and subsequent descent into hell (someone with a sourer outlook on celeb newz than me would draw parallels between Ursula and Paris Hilton; I’d be likelier to nom the other P. Hilton), reborn “voiceless” (according to critics more in love with their ghost-in-the-machine metaphors for Blackout than in reality) and eventually triumphant (at least as recorded by chart placement) — but because it was released a month before her eighth birthday, and as a fellow child of the eighties let me tell you that shit was IMPORTANT. It would also have been the first Disney movie released in her memory that was any good at all — The Great Mouse Detective and Oliver & Co. have their charms, but they’re piddling cheapjack stories compared to the operatic, mythological level on which TLM operates. (I was only a few years older than her, and had not yet been socialized into avoiding girl stuff; all this is me finally having the ability to put into words the understanding I had in my marrow at the time.) It’s my favorite Disney movie too, because math.
To clarify: I wasn’t whining that no one liked those posts. I was whining that people unfollowed me.
Anonymous asked: 54
54. A book that you expected to like but didn’t?
I think I’ve talked before about Mark Frost’s The List of Seven (Conan Doyle! Dracula! Madame Blavatsky!) being the moment when my critical apparatus first switched on and I went “wait a second, I’m reading crap" for the first time in my life. The fact that I had cheerfully downed Robert Ludlum and Dick Francis for years without noticing their garbageness probably had a lot to do with the fact that I had read a lot of actual Victorian pulp fiction and so was able to spot Frost’s clumsy, screenplay-friendly pastiche, while I knew essentially nothing about the present world, and took modern pulp at face value.