Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Album Review

Mitchell Adam Johnson 
Half Moon Lane
2014

For the past 7 years, the only posts on this blog have been occasional spam messages in the comments. But I've chosen to come briefly out of retirement now in order to write about a record by a good friend of minethe first official solo release by the singer-songwriter Mitchell Adam Johnson, his EP Half Moon Lane, which came out today on Bandcamp.

At first, I agreed to write about Mitchell's record as something of an in-jokeanyone who might happen upon this long-defunct blog (and isn't a spambot) is likely to be someone who knows both Mitchell and I, and who will realize right away that this review could hardly be seen as objective. But the moment I first heard the completed record, my desire to write about this work and to promote it, in whatever small way I could, became entirely sincere.

Still, I can't hope to write an objective review of Mitchell's music, so I'm not going to try. Mitchell and I have been writing songs together for ten years now, and what this record reminds me of more than anything is the music that we both devoured when we were just getting started out together. If Half Moon Lane had somehow dropped into our laps back then, it's a record we would have both listened two twice a day, memorized, and shamelessly stolen ideas from. It also reminds me of the songs that Mitchell was writing and recording by himself on his home computer back then, when his uncanny gifts for melody, structure, mood, harmony, and recording technique were just starting to find expression. But what has arrived here feels fully formed, effortless, clear-eyed, andif such a term can be applied to a songwriter who is so good at capturing a teenage mindsetgrown up. Which is to say, it has something of the feel of a dream realized. It's the record Mitchell and I had been fantasizing about making long before either of us knew how to make it a reality. Here, he's done it.

For those who are new to Mitchell's music, there is another Smith who will come to mind more readily than I will. While Elliott Smith's influence is everywhere apparent here, the EP never comes close to feeling like a rehash. More than anything, the two songwriters seem to share common influences: Cat Stevens, Big Star, Paul Simon. But just as Elliott Smith did, Mitchell stakes out his own territory. As firmly rooted in a certain tradition of wistful pop as these songs are, they have a unique and consistent sensibility that is entirely Mitchell's own. And the songs are goodremarkably so. Half Moon Lane is an exemplar of the EP format. In recent years, artists have increasingly used this shorter form as a way to toss together loose ends or try out a new sound, but Mitchell uses it instead to ensure a remarkable consistency of quality throughout.

Mitchell may be the only person I know who could tell you exactly what his favorite part of every one of his favorite songs is. And that attention to detail pays off. This is an EP with great "parts" all over it: the angular guitar riff that elevates the coda of "The Closing Door," the rich chorus of "oohs" that kicks in after the second verse of "Round & Around," pretty much every melodic and production detail of "Abbey Brown." And as with the EP as a whole, Mitchell knows how to keep his compositions tantalizingly short. Without exception, I find myself looking forward to every song on this record as soon as the one before it ends, and when I get to the end of the whole thing, I look forward to starting it all over again. It's very rare indeed that I make any use of the iTunes "Repeat All" option, but that has become standard practice for me when listening to this record. Round and around indeed.

You can listen to and purchase the EP here:

https://mitchelladamjohnson.bandcamp.com/releases

(Or, sign a pledge to go vegetarian for a week, and get it for free. Of course, Paul McCartney's influence was bound to show up here somewhere.)

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Live Awesomeness

The Flaming Lips
September 9, 2007
Myth, Maplewood, MN


The Flaming Lips brought the rock (and the props) as they followed up their memorable State Fair appearance of last summer by playing in, uh, Maplewood. But Wayne Coyne and company had no problem making the trek worth our while as they showered us with a generous set of their trademark wide-eyed, psychedelic pop and lots and lots of yellow confetti. A link to my full review for HowWasTheShow.com? Why, I thought you'd never ask.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Perfect Sound Forever

Today I am very pleased to unveil a new feature on my blog - Perfect Sound Forever, a weekly blogcast! It's very much like a podcast, only it's on my blog. I guess I've started missing my college radio show. Anyway, here it is - an hour of exciting tunes lovingly commentated upon by yours truly. Enjoy!

Thursday, September 06, 2007

From The Vaults

Blue
Joni Mitchell
Warner Bros, 1971

Wait, so he's only been back for two days and so far he's only written about records from the seventies! Is he going soft in his old age?
Well, maybe so, but this record was such a constant companion to me on my travels that I can't see myself moving forward before I address it here.
Blue
was Joni Mitchell's fourth album, and she already had some absolute classic songs - "Big Yellow Taxi," "Both Sides Now," "Woodstock," and "The Circle Game"- under her belt. But it was here that she really hit her stride, composing a set of ten songs consistent in theme and style, and every damn one of them a highlight.
The instrumental palate of Blue is very simple, led by either acoustic guitar or piano and occasionally augmented by upright bass and some light percussion. But the key instrument throughout is clearly Mitchell's voice, and she wields it with stunning expressiveness. At turns playful and sorrowful, she uses her full range, flipping into her upper register or swooping into her sonorous lows. And then there's her unique phrasing - she will often tack on another word after you think she has finished a phrase, which keeps the melodies rhythmically varied and leaves you hanging on her every word.
Of course, the vocal performance would be merely impressive if there weren't some solid songs to hang it on. And thankfully there are; in fact the material is so consistent it's hard to even know where to start. Opener "All I Really Want" sets the scene perfectly. One of the album's more upbeat tunes, it's light-footed yearning is deftly shaded with the deep melancholy that permeates even the album's happier moments. "Carey" and "California" both capture the intoxicating freedom of traveling, but also betray a deep-seated longing for home. "River" is an unquestionable classic, and has the added value of doubling as a Christmas song. But "Case Of You" is perhaps the album's high point. The chorus is that of a devotional love song, but the opening lines are a wry portrait of love lost:

Just before our love got lost you said
"I am as constant as the Northern Star."
And I said, "Constantly in the darkness; where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar.

It's the perfect ode to the complexities and contradictions of love, which just so happens to be the primary focus of the album.
"The Last Time I Saw Richard" closes the album on an unquestionably melancholy note, with Richard observing that all romantics end up "cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe." Mitchell still manages to insert some hope into the song, though, like a dusty streak of light cutting through a dark room:

Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days

But the somberness of the music shows no sign of letting up as the piano brings us to the end of the album alone.
A songwriter with this kind of talent is a small marvel in and of itself, but to find her creating such an unflinching and detailed portrait of herself is something to be cherished - the greatest confessional singer-songwriter album ever released.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Song of the Week

"Sail Away"
Randy Newman


What better way to celebrate my reluctant return to America than with a little Randy Newman? Much of the master songwriter's material is informed by his own love/hate relationship with the country, though admittedly it often falls further to the "hate" side of the spectrum. "Sail Away" however, is a welcome exception. In many of Newman's songs, his irony comes down with a sledgehammer force, but here it is relatively subtle and is countered by the beauty of the tune and his majestic orchestral arrangement. Unconventionally, he starts off the song accompanied only be a stately woodwind section, and the piano doesn't come in until the second verse. The arrangement immediately evokes classic American orchestral music (particularly Copeland) and provides the perfect foil for the lyric, which Newman has said comes from the point of view of a slave recruiter. Thirty-five years after this record's release, we still haven't fully come to terms with our nations contradictions, and no one else has ever captured them as poignantly in three minutes or less.

Dear Reader

As I have now returned from London and have regular access to the internet, and as counter culture still does not apply to me, I will now begin blogging again, effective immediately.

Thank you,
Ryan

Thursday, November 30, 2006

EDITOR'S NOTE

Dear Reader,
Please forgive my laziness since Thanksgiving. My band Spencer McGillicutty is wrapping up the mixing on our forthcoming debut album and we are designing and packaging it ourselves, which has required more or less all of my time and focus. It seems that my mind cannot simultaneously function creatively and critically. Hopefully I will regain my listening abilities soon, so please do keep checking back if you feel so inclined.

Thanks,
Ryan

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Portrait of the Artist

Animal Collective

For some reason, my brother and I have a strange fixation with the concept of "flipping out." I think it's just that the sudden transition from a becalmed, neutral state to hyperactive agitation strikes us as utterly hilarious.
Perhaps the best musical embodiment of our platonic ideal of flipping out is NYC's Animal Collective. Sure, there are other bands that spend more time being angular and spastic. But Animal Collective split their time between frenetic high-energy outbursts and calm, pastoral fireside jams. The key is the contrast - a sudden burst of energy is all the more thrilling if the listener has just been lulled into a blissful calm.
They've been around for the better part of the decade and have put out nary a dull release, but they've really come into their own with their last two albums - Sung Tongs and Feels. 2003's Here Comes the Indian is also highly rewarding - but the brush is much thicker and the melodies better hidden. Sung Tongs was a watershed because it packed the explosive moments into much more compact canisters and brought their uncanny knack for bizarrely catchy melodies to the fore. "Who Could Win a Rabbit" and "We Tigers" are absolutely frothing with energy and mind-numbing catchiness, while still committed to restless experimentation and tribal drum-circle work-outs. Longer tunes like "Winter's Love" and "Visiting Friends" take the same experimental nerve and understate and extend it, providing the album with texture and the listener with a much needed breather.
Last year's Feels wove the strangeness and the understatement back together into a more seamless whole. Opener "Did You See the Words" contains one of their most absurdly catchy hooks, but unfolds slowly with a constant rhythm. "Banshee Beat" builds so kinetically that they are able to make the pay-off feel ten times bigger than the same climax would in any other song.
When I saw them live, they were a different animal (collectively), emphasizing the noisier and harsher aspects of their work. Though I was disappointed not to hear the short outburst of "Who Could Win A Rabbit," their rabid tenacity won me over, and I became all the more excited to see where their wandering muses would lead them next.

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