Wow… despite many acts of romantic courageousness and/or stupidity on my part, this one takes the cake. How many rock stars have you handed love letters to?
by krisis
music
“we kissed for a while to see how it played
and pulled the pin on another grenade” – aimee m
Aimee Mann is the only voice i want to hear right now. I couldn’t convince Amy or Renata to put her on last night at their house, but i did lie down on the kitchen floor and get tangled in some shrubbery, so the night wasn’t a total bust. Except when i got locked in their bathroom. That was a little disturbing…
From Furia: “Her songs sound like they were composed in half-decorated bedrooms and at old pianos with sandwiches sitting forgotten by, adaptable to acoustic radio-station appearances with little modification, songs that you could make sheet music for and give to kids or college a cappella groups. Simple, elegant, calm and unassuming, this is music that finds a middle ground between showtune intricacy and folk-song storytelling, between power-pop drive and retro-jazz reserve, between indie roughness and big-production gloss, between three-chord humility and technical detail work. When you say “pop”, this is as pure an explication as you could ask for of one of the things you might mean.”
(Almost) All masochism aside, I should be whipped and flogged for every day that i went by not buying Aimee Mann albums. I know now to put blind faith in everything Furia tells me. May Aimee deliver us all from boring and illiterate music. The great thing about most of her songs is that they’re so incredibly simple; not one of them has been a challenge for me to learn to play on guitar or bass. Their simplicity is so very complete that they become marvellous capsules of perfect genius, with no over-important production or performance to discredit. My four-tiered pyramid of musical preference is getting a bit rearranged tonight. More, later.