THE FIRST 16 ALBUMS THAT COME TO MIND

in response to the ‘albums that have stayed with you don’t think about it too much’ meme

captain beefheart & the magic band, lick my decals off baby
cat power, moon pix
brian eno, here come the warm jets
david bowie, low
de la soul, 3 feet high and rising
deltron 3030
dreamies
the fall, hex enduction hour
fugazi, steady diet of nothing
miles davis, in a silent way
os mutantes
pavement, slanted & enchanted
pj harvey, rid of me
public enemy, it takes a nation of millions to hold us back
silkworm, firewater
sleater-kinney, dig me out

LeRoi Jones, ca. 1963
My, how have times changed?
P.S. passage continues on 231: “academy) anemic and fraught with incompetence and unreality. It has also caused the high art of America to be called ‘an art of alienation.’”

LeRoi Jones, ca. 1963

My, how have times changed?

P.S. passage continues on 231: “academy) anemic and fraught with incompetence and unreality. It has also caused the high art of America to be called ‘an art of alienation.’”

Valerie June, Pushin’ Against a Stone

At her December 27, 2013 Highline Ballroom show, Valerie June knocked the crowd back on its heels with her first song (“Let’s start nice and hard,” she warned), welling eyes, then showcased an array of bluegrass, country blues, ’60s soul, and pop chops, juggling instruments and band formats, bantering and gambling with audience attention spans and generally slaying, before she hopped down from the stage to stomp and chant her way through the steaming pile of corpses.

More catching up with 2013 music here.

Books 2013

How about also a list of books I dug this year? As with the music list, I’ll probably add to it over the coming weeks.

Ed Steck, The Garden

Claire Donato, Burial

Amina Cain, Creature

Robin Clarke, Lines the Quarry

Shane McCrae, Blood

Jackqueline Frost, The Antidote

Thomas Pynchon, Bleeding Edge

Kevin McPherson Eckhoff, Forge

Chris Nealon, The Dial (2012, I believe, but read it many times this year)

Moscow Symposium: Conceptualism Revisited, ed. Boris Groys (also 2012, I think, but it shook my world this year)

Supple Science: A Robert Kocik Primer

J. Jack Halberstam, Gaga Feminism: Sex, Gender, and the End of Normal (published late 2012, rocking me now)

Keith Waldrop, The Not Forever

albums i loved this year [more\details tk]

dirty beaches, drifters/love is the devil
laura marling, once i was an eagle
bill callahan, dream river
bill holt’s dreamies [vinyl reissue]
deafheaven, sunbather
mazzy star, seasons of your day
deerhunter, monomania
deltron 3030, event 2
jackson c. frank, s/t
solaris (1972) ost [reissue]
orange juice, you can’t hide your love; rip it up [reissues]
the national, trouble will find me
david bowie, the next day
yo la tengo, fade
phoenix, bankrupt!
jauna molina, wed 21
body/head, coming apart
no age, an object

late additions (from reading other lists)
having a fine time this december with new-to-me albums, some of which come from musicians i’ve had an eye on for a while, but hadn’t yet given an ear; what took me so long, etc. here are my favorites so far. also, catching up with lana del rey’s late 2012 release, paradise, which has (belatedly) taken me by surprise. didn’t think much of her first album, but paradise is a keeper. also, finally paying attention to janelle monáe, who’s astonishing me with her michael jackson inflections, circa 80s prince guitars, afro pompadour, and slipstream skits!

ty segall, sleeper

kurt vile, walkin on a pretty daze
Opens with an extended, hidden cover of Pavement’s “Major Leagues,” substituting “Lip balm on watery clay / Relationships, hey hey hey” with “Wakin in the dawn of day / Like I think about what I wanna say.” W’all-right, etc.

valerie june, pushin’ against a stone
At her December 27, 2013 Highline Ballroom show, Valerie June knocked the crowd back on its heels with her first song (“Let’s start nice and hard,” she warned), welling eyes, then showcased an array of bluegrass, country blues, and pop chops, juggling instruments and band formats, bantering and gambling with audience attention spans and generally slaying, before she hopped down from the stage to stomp and chant her way through the steaming pile of corpses.

forest swords, engravings
The dusk of this album does not resolve over the first several listens. Let’s stay there. It’s almost disappointing to hear a voice on the first track of side three, attenuated as it is.

janelle monáe, the electric lady

iceage, you’re nothing
pressure pressure o god no!