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I haven’t written about music in a while.

In the age of the chelseaPod, I have realized that on most days, I have more music than I know what to do with. Two, three, four-thousand songs on one little device? I always find it amusing that iTunes is snarky enough to tell me just how much of my life I would spend if I listened to my entire catalogue, soup to nuts, in a single sitting. “You would miss 5 days, 4 hours, 23 minutes of your life if you started now and did not stop.” Well, that’s okay. While music is  important and truth on all fronts, not everything in my catalogue grabs me to the point that I would be unable to let it ride and listen to the thing straight through for those 5 and a quarter days.  In fact, I challenge most people to sit down with their iPod on shuffle and let it go for 10 songs and not find yourself feeling the need to hit skip. Fine, 15, for good measure.

The point of this ramble being that we don’t stumble across that album that you can listen to constantly and forevermore often enough. We find lots of things that we like, but to name albums that you can listen to top to bottom, over and over can become somewhat of a challenge, especially in a time when getting music is made so simple by having a boyfriend who is prolific and incredibly efficient at using music downloading software.  Suddenly, you look at the calendar and, surprise, you do not have 5 days, 4 hours and 23 minutes to sit down and pass judgment on everything and discriminate your tastes.

But, sometimes there’s an album… sometimes… there’s an album (I’m channeling Sam Elliot here, work with me) that shakes you to your core and grabs you by the ears and says “Listen! And feel! And move! And drive faster! It’s time!”

This summer, I discovered That Album and it is Wilco’s 2007 Sky Blue Sky.

My immediate association with Wilco is working at Tower Records in 2004 when A Ghost is Born was released and on a superficial level being drawn to the album for its artwork.  When my friend and co-worker began playing it on the floor constantly, I was drawn, like moth to flame, and found myself all a flutter by feeling feelings that music is supposed to make you feel, all the time. “At Least That’s What You Said” is almost too perfect of an opening track for an album. Tweedy’s voice cracks the door with a sweetness and vulnerability that’s lets you in, slow and steady, but then sneaks in that electric guitar riff and drum beat that tears it open a little bit more to the point where you’re hooked and committed for twelve tracks.  I learned quickly that I cannot read, converse, nor be productive on any front while listening to this album. It commands your attention and you’re an utter fool to ignore the call.

But anyone who has heard the album knows that and knows that’s the style of this band that packs some serious punch in all of their endeavors.

Back in the beginning of August, I was sitting at my desk and jonesing for something to listen to and walked out to the CDs, and maybe it was divine intervention, but Sky Blue Sky was sitting there, waiting to be plucked off the shelf by some unsuspecting Children’s Programmer. ‘Twas me!

I came back to my desk, fired up the old Windows Media Player and let it go to town.  The next few minutes were a blur of real life and the sharpest focus on what was coming through my headphones. “Either Way,” the opening track, holds onto that same sweetness which opens AGIB, but it’s brighter, more hopeful and seemingly complete, with the slick and easy guitar addition of Nels Cline (personal hero and favorite), only until it blends into the second track. “You Are My Face,” is a sweet and simple song that hides little deep pockets of sounds and sass, lyrically and otherwise, promoting a trend that carries on for the entire record.

There’s something almost otherworldly about the way I felt *really* hearing this album for the first time on a sunny Friday in early-August. Driving with windows down and the amp up to 11, and allowing tracks like “Shake it Off” and “Walken” completely light up my insides and made it impossible for me to want to do anything other than hear these songs on this album, right now.  The energy was paralyzing. Even when Tweedy’s lyrics turn more melancholy and soulful, like in “Hate it Here,” there’s something hopeful, not necessarily from the lyrics themselves (which are just as sad as they are sweetly awkward), but from the reminder of honest, straightforwardness that can come through in song, if you let it.

My absolute favorite track is “Walken,” which boasts lyrics of a routine hazy confusion, that is even echoed in the basic tonk of the opening chords and notes, but when the chorus breaks in, so does certainty and a howling call-and-response guitar part accompanied with clarity and truth, “The more I think about it, the more I know it’s true. The more I think about it, I’m sure it’s you. Honey, I think you’re just right. You’re just right.”

To me, this song ties together a big theme throughout the album; the exhaustion of running around your own brain, the often erratic and numbing thoughts that we can experience when trapped inside ourselves, and then, when accompanied by the right blends of lap steel guitar, that Big Wilco sound and the skill of writing near-perfect pop songs, the startling clarity and brightness can push out the heaviest of clouds. Sky Blue Sky might not be the best album you’ve ever heard, but when you realize what music is meant to be, above all things, Truth…

You’re just right, Wilco. You’re just right.

(Oh, and, did you know that you can listen to every Wilco album (except the S/T) on their website? Fo’ free? Well, you do now.)

Remember that little album called Happenstance that knocked you on your ass back in 2004? I do, quite well, actually. Rachael Yamagata released this gem, toured up a storm and teased this entire time about a new album, “coming soon, coming soon, coming soon.” I wasn’t sure exactly what kept it on hold and I don’t *really* care, but in the process of waiting, I put Miss Yamagata on time out for a bit. Whatev. Don’t get emotional about it. I still hold her near and dear to my heart, but I just got sick of waiting, so I moved on for a piece.

Well, “Soon” is finally here and Miss Yamagata is finally releasing a 2 disc (though I would call it 1.5) Sophomore release, Elephants and Teeth Sinking Into Heart.  It’s going to feature a lot of songs we’ve been hearing live for quite sometime now, especially a personal favorite “What if I Leave.”  Very well, Rach! I am pretty excited for this, especially her upcoming Hotel Cafe Tour. Check it out. It’s all over this great land.

If you’re jonesing for a listen now, head over to NPR (heart) and listen to a live concert she did in Philadelphia a few weeks ago.

Next piece of business…

I know Largo has moved, which leaves me with mixed emotions, but in looking at the new website and schedule, I am very, very homesick for Largo. Ouch 😦

And finally…

MISS LEWIS!

Where to begin.

First: Watch this

Second: Call 1-888-717-ACID

Third: BUY IT!

Post Script:

Stephen and I watched Amadeus the other night. I hadn’t seen it in a really, really long time and I forgot how much I really enjoy that movie. And how much I miss orchestra.

I need to become a teacher.

Mainly because I love the idea of summer vacation and other extended periods of time where one has no employment commitments and is free to sleep in, travel, explore, etc.

These past few days I’ve experienced a taste of the utter hell that will be this summer’s weather patterns and needless to say I am dramatically unenthused about the prospect of my eventual relocation and any and all outdoor activity that does not directly involve either a large body of water that isn’t the Ohio River, or a chilled alcoholic beverage. As most of my summer’s work days will end at around 4:30 in the afternoon and without the dread of a second employment filled with frappalattes and extra whip, I shall make the most of it and read many a books, hang out with Sweet Boy and friends, and perhaps even adopt a canine companion. Or feline friend. Yet to be determined and decided. You’ll be the first to know.

I’d like to read a lot of books this summer. My reading list is presently composed of many books I am about 100 pages into. I’d really like to finish:

  • Kite Runner
  • Cracking Open the Head
  • Love in the Time of Cholera (not gonna happen.)
  • Zarathustra

And hope to read Mary Roach’s new book, Bonk. Stiff is one of my all-time favorite books. I do hope you can get to it.

I think that I shall mark my official start of summer with the Death Cab concert that Stephen and I are going to attend this coming Saturday in Indianapolis.  Their newest album Narrow Stairs is meant for summer the way that Transatlanticism was meant for winter. It reminds me so much of Photo Album,but grown up. It hinges upon memory and loss with a presence of rejuvenation and hope. I’m all about it and cannot wait for the concert this Saturday.