there is a place that will seemingly stop at nothing until its symbol covers every manmade thing as far as the eye can see. until every man, woman and child is draped in it and parades it around proudly for all the world to see. this is all likely for no other reason than to make every human being ponder that place and what it stands for when you are awake, when you are asleep, when you are dead. i, of course, am talking about our delightful neighbor that we sit overtop-- the fine state of south carolina. i don't know who came up with the whole palmetto-crescent moon thing, but whoever he/she was, was a pure genius. i come into contact with few symbols that pop up into my vision during my daily life with as much zest and zeal as the good ole s.c. standby. no, friends, it's not syria or indonesia, it is the state with spanish moss, "smiling faces, beautiful places," myrtle beach and barbeque with mustard (yark). and if you are fortunate enough to visit the carolina cup in the quaint hamlet of camden, you will know what it is like to swim amongst a symbol, and eat and drink of it.
maybe this is too harsh. perhaps i am just jealous. while the university of north carolina has the only symbol of worth that could cover our entire state (the tar on the heel of the foot), our flag gives us no help. red, white, and blue? how original. a star? unthinkable. two dates that mean nothing but to north carolina history scholars and 8th grade social studies classes? astounding. and someone even had the bright idea to slap a big "n" and a big "c" on it, so we can't even try to pass it off as someone else's. and it looks too eerily like a certain other state's flag that we have been told not to mess with.
so maybe i just wish we had a cool symbol we could slap on the back of every car, dye onto every belt, sew onto every hat and print onto every t-shirt. i wish someone would create a symbol that even residents of neighboring states would feel naked without ("oh, we live quite close enough, i do believe the symbol of their state is appropriate for our automobile"). or maybe, north carolina should realize we have it good enough. we stood too long in the shadows of the "tall mountains" of south carolina and virginia and following their direction today just wouldn't do. yes, i believe north carolina cannot be reduced to mere flora and a vanishing satellite shining on the back of a chevy pickup. north carolina's strength lies in its hard-working families, its rich history, its humble nature yet progressive spirit, and its diversity of landscape, people and ideas (guess who employs me). but, if that's not marketable enough, we can always use a lighthouse.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
1: where is my mind?-- the pixies
all of the suspense that has been building in your soul, all those sleepless nights since this countdown began august 2nd end here and now. this song gets the top spot as the song that has most changed my life. and really, it makes a lot of sense. this was one of the first songs i heard by the pixies at the beginning of my sophomore year of high school. i don't remember how they came into my life other than the they were dropped from the heavens (or maybe they were recommended by an older cool kid). my reaction was nothing short of fanatical. it seems like within two weeks of hearing this song, i owned every pixies cd ever recorded and had downloaded every b-side and rarity that fearsome foursome had so perfectly performed. that entire sophomore year consisted of me and my boarding school roommate playing every pixies album on repeat day and night. every song became ingrained into my soul. we bought magazines and cut out pictures of the band and put them on the walls. i talked about them at dinner, dreamt of them in my sleep, forced them upon others-- it was intense. this fascination, coupled with the brave new world of boarding school, made everything seem more significant and more real. the two are forever connected in my mind.
the pixies were unlike anything i had heard, though i could pull out bits and pieces in their music of every band i had been obsessed with before. the quiet/loud elements and jagged guitars reminded me of nirvana. the singsong pop reminded me of the beach boys. but there was something else about them that was humorous, bizarre, mysterious, fun and quirky. they seemed to fit my personality well and i was hooked and have remained hooked ever since.
this song is prodigious. it is eerie and angular and strange, yet it is poppy and funny and soothing. it rocks, yet holds back from being a fullout rock song. even though black francis sings of sea creatures swimming in the caribbean, they seem like the most thoughtful, fitting lyrics that could have possibly been devised. it represents everything that i find wonderful about the pixies. besides being the crack in the dam that unleashed a flood of pixies obsession, this song is significant because it has never seemed to leave my life since i first heard it. later in high school, i remember singing this song in my (failed and shortlived) experience in a band (though it made me feel cool). right after high school graduation, this song was played as i rode in the backseat from myrtle beach to north carolina and it blew my mind again (if you understand the significance of this, good. if not, you wont get an explanation here). i tried to learn to play this song when i finally got a guitar in college. and i still listen to 'surfer rosa' as i drive to work.
i cannot imagine my life without this song and this band; they have done more for me than any other song or band i have encountered. after hearing this song, i went from being someone obsessed with a few bands to someone who couldnt sleep because they couldnt stop thinking about all the music that was out there to listen to. my musical taste and knowledge expanded greatly. i began to look deeper and wider and discover music that was not played on the radio and was not being talked about with my friends. i relished being into music that was different and really got to me. it helped define who i was. it opened my eyes. it connected with me on a new level. it changed my life. i can safely say, without this song, i wouldnt be coming home from work and writing about music on a stupid blog every day. 'where is my mind?' is also fitting for this spot on the countdown because it sounds like the end of something, something that trails off into the distance, into the darkness.
pixies, alive: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGXdXcpNsv4
the pixies were unlike anything i had heard, though i could pull out bits and pieces in their music of every band i had been obsessed with before. the quiet/loud elements and jagged guitars reminded me of nirvana. the singsong pop reminded me of the beach boys. but there was something else about them that was humorous, bizarre, mysterious, fun and quirky. they seemed to fit my personality well and i was hooked and have remained hooked ever since.
this song is prodigious. it is eerie and angular and strange, yet it is poppy and funny and soothing. it rocks, yet holds back from being a fullout rock song. even though black francis sings of sea creatures swimming in the caribbean, they seem like the most thoughtful, fitting lyrics that could have possibly been devised. it represents everything that i find wonderful about the pixies. besides being the crack in the dam that unleashed a flood of pixies obsession, this song is significant because it has never seemed to leave my life since i first heard it. later in high school, i remember singing this song in my (failed and shortlived) experience in a band (though it made me feel cool). right after high school graduation, this song was played as i rode in the backseat from myrtle beach to north carolina and it blew my mind again (if you understand the significance of this, good. if not, you wont get an explanation here). i tried to learn to play this song when i finally got a guitar in college. and i still listen to 'surfer rosa' as i drive to work.
i cannot imagine my life without this song and this band; they have done more for me than any other song or band i have encountered. after hearing this song, i went from being someone obsessed with a few bands to someone who couldnt sleep because they couldnt stop thinking about all the music that was out there to listen to. my musical taste and knowledge expanded greatly. i began to look deeper and wider and discover music that was not played on the radio and was not being talked about with my friends. i relished being into music that was different and really got to me. it helped define who i was. it opened my eyes. it connected with me on a new level. it changed my life. i can safely say, without this song, i wouldnt be coming home from work and writing about music on a stupid blog every day. 'where is my mind?' is also fitting for this spot on the countdown because it sounds like the end of something, something that trails off into the distance, into the darkness.
pixies, alive: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGXdXcpNsv4
Sunday, September 9, 2007
2: in my room-- the beach boys
yes, another selection by the smiley sunsoaked band from california. even i was surprised by how high on the list this song ended up, but the more i thought about it, the better i understood. the beach boys have had a profound impact on my life. from a very early age (they were my first concert after all). i feel like they influenced me so heavily and so early on that they have informed everything i have listened to. i have always had a deep appreciation for this song. its harmony, its soft flow, its endearing pop, its youthful sentiments. it is a deceptively simple song that has can appeal to a wide audience. it was not until recently, though, that i realized what kind of impact this song had on me.
i dont know when i first heard this song. it was not on the 'made in u.s.a.' compilation that i obsessed over at a young age, but i know i was familiar with this song around the time i was listening to that album. my first experience must have been on the radio. in fact, i have a vague memory of me asking my mother to turn this song up when we were driving around town in her station wagon (this takes it way back). but regardless of when i first heard it, there was something that connected me to this song at age 7, age 12, age 17, and even today.
if the song 'basket case' represents one strain of my musical preference (the coolness factor), this song represents the beginning of its opposing strain: the personal song. this song became differentiated in my mind from songs about the wheels on the bus, the itsy bitsy spider and even songs about daddy taking the t-bird away. for the first time, i heard and felt in music what i was thinking. and though it wasnt complex, it was a sentiment i could relate to and feel a part of. they were singing about feelings that everyone could understand, no matter what age you were. after hearing this song, music began to mean something totally different than what i had thought it could. it was no longer something that was something to have on to pass the time or something to be done in music class at school. you could use it to connect. you could use it to learn something. you could use it to feel.
if music in my life appeals to me in three different ways (for its functionality, for how it makes me feel cool, for its emotional connection), it is the strain that i discovered in this song that has dictated the majority of my musical preference. i like stuff that i can hear and feel a part of, something that is emotionally revealing. stuff that is deep. stuff that makes you feel that indescribable feeling that absolutely great music conjures up inside of me. music that is thoughtful and personal in varying shades of pop has defined my musical life. this explains why i liked nirvana, sebadoh, coldplay, the replacements, otis redding, and most of the music on this list. years and years after i first heard this song i feel connected to it and i seek out songs that do for me what this song did. so, yeah, even though i never would have guessed it, this song is a very fitting choice for the second spot on this list.
i was there, i swear: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YabBXayt3bs
i dont know when i first heard this song. it was not on the 'made in u.s.a.' compilation that i obsessed over at a young age, but i know i was familiar with this song around the time i was listening to that album. my first experience must have been on the radio. in fact, i have a vague memory of me asking my mother to turn this song up when we were driving around town in her station wagon (this takes it way back). but regardless of when i first heard it, there was something that connected me to this song at age 7, age 12, age 17, and even today.
if the song 'basket case' represents one strain of my musical preference (the coolness factor), this song represents the beginning of its opposing strain: the personal song. this song became differentiated in my mind from songs about the wheels on the bus, the itsy bitsy spider and even songs about daddy taking the t-bird away. for the first time, i heard and felt in music what i was thinking. and though it wasnt complex, it was a sentiment i could relate to and feel a part of. they were singing about feelings that everyone could understand, no matter what age you were. after hearing this song, music began to mean something totally different than what i had thought it could. it was no longer something that was something to have on to pass the time or something to be done in music class at school. you could use it to connect. you could use it to learn something. you could use it to feel.
if music in my life appeals to me in three different ways (for its functionality, for how it makes me feel cool, for its emotional connection), it is the strain that i discovered in this song that has dictated the majority of my musical preference. i like stuff that i can hear and feel a part of, something that is emotionally revealing. stuff that is deep. stuff that makes you feel that indescribable feeling that absolutely great music conjures up inside of me. music that is thoughtful and personal in varying shades of pop has defined my musical life. this explains why i liked nirvana, sebadoh, coldplay, the replacements, otis redding, and most of the music on this list. years and years after i first heard this song i feel connected to it and i seek out songs that do for me what this song did. so, yeah, even though i never would have guessed it, this song is a very fitting choice for the second spot on this list.
i was there, i swear: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YabBXayt3bs
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
3: smells like teen spirit-- nirvana
this song came close (very close) to not making it on the list at all. while most of the songs here were ordered by a gutfeeling/streamofconsciousness type of decision making, this song began on the outside and i kept thinking about it and thinking about it and it kept inching its way to number three on the list. and this song does deserve this position despite my initial reluctance to put it here.
i should explain why my first impulse did not accept this song with open arms. it has to do with overexposure, both self-inflicted and on a more global scale. i felt that it was too cliche for someone who had grown up in the shadow of 1991/generation x to include this song in a list of songs that had changed their life. so much has been said and written about this song, even sixteen years after its first appearance, that i began to feel that it didnt have much of a legitimate place in my life. it felt like something outside of me. even now, on the rarer and rarer occasions that i put on 'nevermind,' i will skip over this song and listen to the rest of it.
but then i started thinking back. to that time in 3rd grade when one of my friends brought 'nevermind' on the bus when we were on a field trip, and not that i even remember the music, but i do remember how funny i thought it was that there was a naked baby on the cover. i remember watching mtv with my babysitter shortly after kurt cobain had died and being really fascinated and puzzled by it all. i remember how it was still cool in 5th grade to sing songs off 'nevermind' while we rode bikes around the neighborhood. i remember how i would borrow this cd from a friend while on church retreats (and feel like a hardened rebel even though i was still afraid of buying the album myself because my parents might see the cover). and the list goes on. and i could not think of many periods in my life where this band and this song had not had an impact on me. i cannot even remember the exact moment i heard this song first, but it seems like it has always been there.
this song grew to represent a very complex set of things to me. it was rebellion, coolness, mystery. it became a representation of purity, youth, bygone days. it seemed like possibility, the apex of generational spirit, art. it stretched out to death, anger, rage. it became a monumental monster in my mind. as i aged, i kept longing for another song to come along and do what i believed (and had heard) this song did: break down walls, disrupt the status quo, win one for the good guys. i shudder to think of myself (and the world) without this song. while such sentiments feel dated to me now, i still can appreciate what this song actually was: a sharp, heavy mix of pop and hard rock that has the ability to make hearts run aflutter. and i do believe this song, this band, this album belong in a different category all together. in a glass case somewhere. and even when this song doesn't boom from my stereo speakers for months and months, i will still know what it did for me and for millions of others. and i guess that's pretty cool.
i should explain why my first impulse did not accept this song with open arms. it has to do with overexposure, both self-inflicted and on a more global scale. i felt that it was too cliche for someone who had grown up in the shadow of 1991/generation x to include this song in a list of songs that had changed their life. so much has been said and written about this song, even sixteen years after its first appearance, that i began to feel that it didnt have much of a legitimate place in my life. it felt like something outside of me. even now, on the rarer and rarer occasions that i put on 'nevermind,' i will skip over this song and listen to the rest of it.
but then i started thinking back. to that time in 3rd grade when one of my friends brought 'nevermind' on the bus when we were on a field trip, and not that i even remember the music, but i do remember how funny i thought it was that there was a naked baby on the cover. i remember watching mtv with my babysitter shortly after kurt cobain had died and being really fascinated and puzzled by it all. i remember how it was still cool in 5th grade to sing songs off 'nevermind' while we rode bikes around the neighborhood. i remember how i would borrow this cd from a friend while on church retreats (and feel like a hardened rebel even though i was still afraid of buying the album myself because my parents might see the cover). and the list goes on. and i could not think of many periods in my life where this band and this song had not had an impact on me. i cannot even remember the exact moment i heard this song first, but it seems like it has always been there.
this song grew to represent a very complex set of things to me. it was rebellion, coolness, mystery. it became a representation of purity, youth, bygone days. it seemed like possibility, the apex of generational spirit, art. it stretched out to death, anger, rage. it became a monumental monster in my mind. as i aged, i kept longing for another song to come along and do what i believed (and had heard) this song did: break down walls, disrupt the status quo, win one for the good guys. i shudder to think of myself (and the world) without this song. while such sentiments feel dated to me now, i still can appreciate what this song actually was: a sharp, heavy mix of pop and hard rock that has the ability to make hearts run aflutter. and i do believe this song, this band, this album belong in a different category all together. in a glass case somewhere. and even when this song doesn't boom from my stereo speakers for months and months, i will still know what it did for me and for millions of others. and i guess that's pretty cool.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
4: good morning captain-- slint
it feels wrong even writing about this song. to me, this song is so good and means so much to me, that trying to put any of it into words would be a great disservice. but i guess i must provide something so you will understand why this song is ranked as high as it is.
to put it plainly, after hearing this song, music simply didnt sound the same. as new and different as this song sounded, it also touched on some expectation i had for what the greatest music in the world would sound like. like i had been waiting for something to sound like this. it was deep. bottom of the ocean deep. the song has an expansive drama that sucks you in. its not even like listening to a song. it is like having an experience.
again, i can't really explain what this song does to me. it is poetic and smart (any song that is even loosely based on a samuel taylor coleridge poem is by definition smarter than most anything you can listen to). but it is not just cerebral, the song also plays to the senses. you can see the mist coming off the water. you can feel the ship rocking on the waves. and then it builds, the tension, like ominous clouds gathering on the horizon. and then there is an explosion, where softly spoken words give way to screams and you can feel the brute force, the release. something that seems so delicate and calculating just cracks open to bare bones and grit and the basic essence of human emotion.
i can only say it was an act of god that made me download this song as a sophomore in high school. i otherwise have no idea what would have compelled me to seek out this relatively obscure band. it was another act of god that i finally found the album 'spiderland' in a sketchy record store in georgetown. but i am thankful i did. and when i finally got to hear this song played live this summer i literaly couldnt stop shaking. it was like hearing god. and once again, nothing sounds the same.
to put it plainly, after hearing this song, music simply didnt sound the same. as new and different as this song sounded, it also touched on some expectation i had for what the greatest music in the world would sound like. like i had been waiting for something to sound like this. it was deep. bottom of the ocean deep. the song has an expansive drama that sucks you in. its not even like listening to a song. it is like having an experience.
again, i can't really explain what this song does to me. it is poetic and smart (any song that is even loosely based on a samuel taylor coleridge poem is by definition smarter than most anything you can listen to). but it is not just cerebral, the song also plays to the senses. you can see the mist coming off the water. you can feel the ship rocking on the waves. and then it builds, the tension, like ominous clouds gathering on the horizon. and then there is an explosion, where softly spoken words give way to screams and you can feel the brute force, the release. something that seems so delicate and calculating just cracks open to bare bones and grit and the basic essence of human emotion.
i can only say it was an act of god that made me download this song as a sophomore in high school. i otherwise have no idea what would have compelled me to seek out this relatively obscure band. it was another act of god that i finally found the album 'spiderland' in a sketchy record store in georgetown. but i am thankful i did. and when i finally got to hear this song played live this summer i literaly couldnt stop shaking. it was like hearing god. and once again, nothing sounds the same.
Monday, September 3, 2007
5: shit soup-- sebadoh
i know i have gone on about how many times i have listened to certain songs on this list. but, to put an end to all speculation, this is, officially, the song i have listened to the most times in my life. and im serious. i went through phases where, even though i am more of an 'album person' than a 'song person', i would put this song on repeat and listen to it over and over and over again. in high school. in college. two weeks ago. and it's not like this is mozart or brainbending music or whatever. but it fits me well. and it has fascinated me.
i first heard of sebadoh through their lo-fi brethren, pavement. pavement had already solidified its place as one of my favorite bands, so i decided anyone that fit into their 'genre' would be worth checking out. problem was, i couldnt find any of their albums anywhere. after some time of searching, i found the album 'bakesale' and its naked baby playing in a toilet on the cover at a border's in pentagon city. and i don't think my life has been the same since. i remember running to a friend's room and making him listen to the album immediately because i had been so blown away. i knew then that this was another band i could obsess over (and i am fond of obsessing). the whole album was pretty much a revelation. it rocks just enough. it is just angular enough. it is just poppy/intelligent/bouncy enough. and it has the kind of smart confessional lyrics that i love. but the song that really sold me was 'shit soup,' a beauty written by jason lowenstein. this song reminds me of spinning. and the truth. (good things). and i dig any song about crazy people and smoking cigarettes. it is a lot like hazy-eyed longing and frustration and i thought it was incredible.
i have not stopped listening to sebadoh since i first heard 'bakesale.' and i have been fortunate enough to see them play live a couple times and they were awesome. what i really appreciate about them is how diverse their music can be, from a tape player recording of a guy with a guitar to full-band loud rock (that i can jump around to). and everything seems to work well. this song made an immediate impact on what i wanted to listen to. it made me get realize how much i liked music that was personal and also rocked a bit. i remember laying on my bed in high school listening to 'shit soup' and just thinking how much i liked this song, how this song just works for me so well. even today, not much has changed. and it is indeed true-- crazy people are so off they're on.
i first heard of sebadoh through their lo-fi brethren, pavement. pavement had already solidified its place as one of my favorite bands, so i decided anyone that fit into their 'genre' would be worth checking out. problem was, i couldnt find any of their albums anywhere. after some time of searching, i found the album 'bakesale' and its naked baby playing in a toilet on the cover at a border's in pentagon city. and i don't think my life has been the same since. i remember running to a friend's room and making him listen to the album immediately because i had been so blown away. i knew then that this was another band i could obsess over (and i am fond of obsessing). the whole album was pretty much a revelation. it rocks just enough. it is just angular enough. it is just poppy/intelligent/bouncy enough. and it has the kind of smart confessional lyrics that i love. but the song that really sold me was 'shit soup,' a beauty written by jason lowenstein. this song reminds me of spinning. and the truth. (good things). and i dig any song about crazy people and smoking cigarettes. it is a lot like hazy-eyed longing and frustration and i thought it was incredible.
i have not stopped listening to sebadoh since i first heard 'bakesale.' and i have been fortunate enough to see them play live a couple times and they were awesome. what i really appreciate about them is how diverse their music can be, from a tape player recording of a guy with a guitar to full-band loud rock (that i can jump around to). and everything seems to work well. this song made an immediate impact on what i wanted to listen to. it made me get realize how much i liked music that was personal and also rocked a bit. i remember laying on my bed in high school listening to 'shit soup' and just thinking how much i liked this song, how this song just works for me so well. even today, not much has changed. and it is indeed true-- crazy people are so off they're on.
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