listening

...to sonic youth's a thousand leaves (courtesy of mckeever, who just mailed me a shit-ton of interesting oddments that it's gonna take me weeks to sift through) and daydream nation (not the deluxe remastered versh w/lotsa bonus tracks, altho i applaud such releases, as they cause real fans to divest themslves of the old, obsolete artifacts, allowing bottom-feeding scum like yr humble narrator of events to pick up their leavings for cheap via hpb or the internet).

last night we watched touch the sound, thomas riedelsheimer's doco about deaf scottish percussionist evelyn glennie, an intriguing muso we've been quite inspahrd by lately. also listening to lotsa music by john zorn (a guy i dunno why i never got motivated to check out until recently) and lsd march (whose new cd i reviewed in the most recent fw weekly).

as jon teague correctly pointed out to me a coupla weeks ago, my perspective about music has changed quite a bit since i originally stopped writing for the weekly four years ago. part of that has been a result of my bumping up against ppl like jon, frank cervantez, and herb levy, who continually pull my coat to new, interesting shit. part of it also reflects the way i live now. with the economy in the state it is, and with my sweetie 'n' me trying to reduce our debt, i don't go out nearly as much as i used to, and most of the live music i see, i see when i'm playing out myself.

as a result, over the years (um, four) since its inception, this blog has evolved from an attempt to chronicle local music to a place for me to think about different kinds of music and other things that interest me. after finishing the indian casino story for the weekly (and the haltom city story, which my sweetie is in the process of binding as we speak), i dunno if i really have anything left that i want to say about music and community. typically, when i reach such an impasse, something new always suggests itself. we'll see...