This reminds me why I stopped doing pieces debunking pseudo-science in that the journalism exposes aren’t going to change anybody’s mind. The believers take such comfort and identity from their convictions that they are immune to persuasion. But I do think a vehement “What the fuck color is your car?!?” is a good tactic to shake up the faithful.
This is a good time for a listen back. I don’t claim this is comprehensive by any means — just favorites and you have to stop digging through the stacks at some point if you want to finish the collection. As I noted just below, this is a strong year for vets and relative newbies and if those *@!!+% Parquet Courts had allowed their disc to be copied, they would also be included. (Yes, a couple tracks are longtime delights I rediscovered recently.)
CARPE NOCTEM 2018
- Trio Da Kali and Kronos Quartet, “Ladilikan”
- Gilberto Gil, “Refavela”
- Nik Bartsch’s Ronin, “Modul 36”
- Bettye LaVette, “Things Have Changed”
- Ry Cooder, “You Must Unload”
- Tracey Thorn, “Sister”
- Superchunk, “Break the Glass”
- Yo La Tengo, “Above the Sound”
- Lori McKenna, “You Can’t Break a Woman”
- Victoria, “C’Est Un Tombeur”
CARPE NOCTEM 2018
- Ben LaMar Gay, “Uvas”
- Ana Moura, “Fado Dancado”
- Superorganism, “Everybody Wants To Be Famous”
- Jon Hopkins, “Singularity”
- Laura Veirs, “Seven Falls”
- Mast/Monk, “Misterioso”
- Anita Harris, “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer”
- Low Cut Connie, “Hey! Little Child”
- Grant Green, “I Don’t Want Nobody To Give Me Nothing (Open Up the Door I’ll Get It Myself)”
- Ana Moura, “No Expectations”
- John Prine, “When I Get To Heaven”
(Not least to get rid of that last top post.)
Turns out I’m gonna have to do two 60-minute favorite-tracks collections for the first half of this year. And while I did allow in a couple oldies that charmed my heart, I had to be picky about how much a new track was classy. Good signs, really.
A nice berserk intro to the Malleus Maleficarum (Hammer of the Witches), which is a really freaky volume worth checking out of the library if you can stand a dip into a world rife with superstitious sexism.
On the demonic flipside, here’s a necklace of human tongues made by Sonnyboy Ed Gein:
I was filling a couple prescriptions this afternoon and the pharmacist gal kept going “heheh” “heheh,” until I shot her a quizzical glance.
“Oh, sorry — you just remind me of my grandfather.”
Put me in such a deep hole, you might as well start shovelin’ …
I had to admit I didn’t play him as often as I expected to — not least because almost anybody else in the room would go batshit within 30 seconds when I did. I treasure my vintage Theoretical Girls 45. I heartily endorse Lesson No. 1 for newcomers and for established fans, I must note that I played this record as often as any: