Senin: after work, the iPod retrieved Khonnor, Nico, Greg Haines, Gudrun Gut, snd, This Heat, Heavy Blinkers, and James Blackshaw. I was so tired from the afternoon's teaching, that I felt the need to listen to an album, so chose Jeremy Jay who, though too young to really have lived through the '80s, has learnt its lessons well. As the cover suggests, the complete pop package. People nowadays haven't the style or self-assurance to carry their thumbs as he does. Look at the fringe! The belt! Coolness personified. Only a few CD covers have forced me to grab them and not let them go. When I saw this at Landspeed, I could not help myself. As for the music, he's obviously heard The Modern Lovers, lots of '80s synth and inorganic Casio sounds, and the funk of ESG, which he, naturally, does in a desiccated way. When he stops singing (about horses, ice-creams, dancing, winter), he starts to croon, situating himself in a long tradition of vocalists whose moans, sighs, groans, exhalations, and inarticulate regressions have more significance than the content. Think Elvis, Mozzabell, even the Brothers Gibb (though JJ is much more restrained, less lush).Selasa: this afternoon, the iPod seemed to be fixated on Canada: The Sundays (UK), Gang Gang Dance (US), Destroyer (Vancouver), The Go-Betweens (interestingly, on random, the iPod has only thrown up songs by Robert, one day to be Sir Robert - "The House that Jack Kerouac Built"; maybe tomorrow will bring something from Grant), Lau Nay (Finland), Junior Boys (Toronto), David Byrne and Brian Eno (US, UK), and Glissandro 70 (Montreal, I think).
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