New Cass McCombs video: Music Is Blue
Video: Cass McCombs – “Music Is Blue”
Video by Scott Kiernan. From Heartmind, out now on Anti-.
We all love music. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. And I definitely wouldn’t be. But here we are. Reading about, and writing about, and — most importantly — listening to music. Cass McCombs understands the obsession. And lives it.
Once upon a time, I told myself
Music was all there was
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Cass McCombs :: Heartmind
In the liner notes of Cass McCombs’ tenth full-length album Heartmind is a rambling paragraph that hides within it a depiction of the creation process: “If I direct myself, I betray my direction, so I keep walking..” McCombs seems to be telling a story about caroming about the streets of San Francisco, but it’s also something akin to a lost Oblique Strategy. Within the album’s classic run-time of 8 songs and 43 minutes is a genuine attempt at avoiding betraying direction and attempting to understand more of the world around us.
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Listed: Glassine
Glassine is the musical moniker of Baltimore-based producer Danny Greenwald. Greenwald’s most widely known release to date is probably 2015’s No Stairway, an album crafted out of field recordings taken inside the retail chain Guitar Center. His most recent release is Radial,a collaboration with Horse Lords drummer Sam Haberman, reviewed in last month’s Dust. Tim Clarke wrote that Radial “veers between malfunctioning electronica (“Up, Together, Reach”), throbbing ambient drone (“St. Pete”), clattering percussive workouts (“Brushes in Woodstock”), and what could almost pass as vaporwave (“Behind a Seatbelt”).” For Greenwald’s contribution to Listed, he chose 10 things that have inspired him other than Nirvana.
Pink Floyd — “Bike”
I used to hang out with this guy in high school who ate a lot of acid. Now he is a Hasidic Jew. We were close. He made high-quality iron-on decals with a fancy printer he had sent to a church across the street because he bought it with a stolen credit card. He made a t-shirt that said on the front, “I’ve got a mouse and it hasn’t got a house, I don’t know why I call him Gerald.” And on the back, it said, “he’s getting rather old but he’s a good mouse.” When I first heard the song “Bike” I thought it was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. It’s obviously brilliant and I was a dumb kid and Syd Barrett is my favorite guitarist. Watch him shred.
Jason Urick — Husbands
Husbands by Jason Urick
The first show I ever enjoyed that only used a laptop was Jason Urick performing in some warehouse in Baltimore. I would go see him play in various other venues with unclean floors, but I’d usually lie on my back toward the front. Everyone would stand kind of far back from Jason and his laptop in the way you’re probably picturing, but I would lie down. His seamless textural transitions are a guiding light. I listened to Husbands on headphones 1,000,000 times lying on my back. In bed, usually.
The Microphones — Mount Eerie
When I first heard this album, it blew my mind. I knew all of Phil Elverum’s previous albums, but this was on some whole other trip. It’s my favorite Microphones record. Me and my friend Brian would listen to it in its entirety in his driveway in his small Toyota Yaris in Pikesville, Maryland, at like 3am. I LOVE the line that goes, “you’re soccer balls on knees.”
“I know you’re out there, You’re lanterns on lakes / I know you’re out there, You’re soccer balls on knees... through your skirt I see... your legs gracefully / I know you’re out there, you’re swaying and pleased / I know you’re out there, you’re vultures in trees / I know you’re out there In mountainous peaks.”
Cass McCombs — “AIDS in Africa”
This song taught me an incredible lesson about the usage of metaphor and allusion in songs. Listen to the entire song — then do some research — then think about the line, “Survivor cells are chanting ‘Ali, Bomaye.’” I used to write a lot of words; however the lesson has very much crossed over into how I go about textural arrangements, field recordings, samples, and what have you.
My mom, Donna Greenwald
Outlook, “Anthem Annie”
My mom sang the National Anthem at every Major League Baseball stadium. I’m not a big fan of the song, however I was able to travel across the country on a train because she was able to wrangle corporate sponsorships in the ’90s for her “National Anthem Tour.” Only an amazing lady could pull off something like that. Self-PR in the days of phone books and small-town newspapers. Learn more about Donna Greenwald by listening to this podcast episode I made about her.
Horace Andy — Dance Hall Style
Once when I was 15 or so I walked into The Sound Garden, a record store in Baltimore, and asked what I should listen to. The person walked (almost urgently) to the reggae section in the back of the store and handed me Dance Hall Style on CD. Horace Andy looks so cool on the cover. Also, I intrinsically had a lot of trust in the person who helped me because he also looked very cool. Lyrically, the album is very heady. And his voice is so expressive. The production sounds like outer space in the mind of an extremely sensitive man.
MF DOOM and all of his monikers/collaborations
Daniel Dumile was the cleverest person to walk the earth. He was an insanely talented and underappreciated producer. He was an immense talent and the world is less enjoyable without him. He felt like the most distant stranger that I kind of knew from someplace. He helped me get through some really difficult times.
Own his own throne, the boss like King Koopa
On the microphone he flossed the ring (“Super!”)
Average emcees is like a TV blooper
MF DOOM, he’s like D.B. Cooper
Grateful Dead — Dark Star, Rotterdam Civic Hall, Rotterdam, Netherlands 5-11-72
I grew up on the Dead. Here is a 48-minute version of one of my favorite songs. I don’t have anything more to say about it.
“Shall we go, you and I, while we can through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?”
Panda Bear — Person PItch
Also a great non-album track recorded at The Ottobar in 2007
Person Pitch was a game changer for me. I was already into atmospheric and druggy music that sounded like waterbeds, but this record utilized discernible samples, like skateboards and infants crying. Panda Bear turned all his samples into clay and treated them like weather patterns. I saw him perform at The Ottobar when the album came out. He used two SP303s (which were actually used to record the entire album) and a small mixer on stage with a very organized row of SmartMedia cards. Here is the tour poster hanging in my studio. I colored parts of it because I was working at a summer camp and had unfettered access to an array of markers. Also, I love his voice and Person Pitch is a play on Pet Sounds. That’s cool. Also, WZT Hearts opened and Jason Urick was in that band.
CELESTIAL WHITE NOISE | Sleep Better, Reduce Stress, Calm Your Mind, Improve Focus | 10 Hour Ambient
I fall asleep to this every night.
Björk — Unravel
This is one of my favorite songs. Everything about it. Heartbreaking. The End.
While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love
In a ball of yarn
He’ll never return it
So, when you come back
We’ll have to make new love
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334: Cass McCombs // Mangy Love
Mangy Love
Cass McCombs
2016, Anti- (Bandcamp)
I picked up Mangy Love on deep discount like a year after it came out, on account of digging “Bum Bum Bum” and a few other songs scattered throughout his career to that point. I’ve half-listened to it maybe five times since then but had the general sense I’d probably like it a lot if I could only find the right mood to pay attention to it. It sounded great in that post-Kaputt indie-yacht-rock style that everyone was doing at the time, the kind of sound it used to cost a million to produce that you can now make in any adequately soundproofed space if no one’s too drunk and you have a good engineer. The bass settles nicely into your stomach like a warm drink, everything sounds clean and looked after but not too laboured, and Cass has a nice voice—not unlike Blue Oyster Cult’s Donald “Buck Dharma” Roeser actually!
Well, what I did not expect from my session finally properly listening to this record while reading the lyrics sheet was to discover Cass McCombs is a dumbass. Some kind of soporific pop savant, certainly, but also a total dumbass. “Rancid Girl” would’ve been a giveaway if I’d been paying attention that early in the record (look, it took me a while to warm up), with its sneering pervert stepdad description of a 17-year-old the speaker wants to nail (“You’re bad / I mean you smell bad / You talk a lot / And it’s always bad”?), but it wasn’t until women’s lib anthem “Run Sister Run” that I realized I was in the hands of a simpering eejit.
To be read in the voice of a man who swears he sounds like Paul Simon on his voice memo recordings:
“My sister’s a Queen, she ain’t no concubine
Don’t call my sister no concubine, she is the Mother of Creation
Who are you? Who are you to call her concubine?
Don’t you know you got to forgive that you may be forgiven?
Run, sister, run”
A sidebar: In my first-year university poli sci class, I watched a man who looked like the host of a Whistler, BC symbiote pretend to fall while walking up the stairs of the lecture hall so he would have a pretext to chat up the girl sitting on the aisle seat. I imagine if he’d had the chance to show her his political poetry it would go something like:
“They’re coming at you from all sides
To imprint your body and say they didn’t
The highest authority on Cheez Whiz
Hiding behind a Supreme Court urinal
Run, sister, run
Or do male justices piss in a squat?
Our sister lives in a squat that pisses on justice
Justice is blind and a woman to boot
These boots are made for marching and that’s justice too
Run, sister, run”
I’m snapping here, but less in the sense of an audience member snapping at a slam and more in the sense of Ken Shamrock.
There are songs on Mangy Love that are vague enough to disguise McCombs’ fundamental dimness, and they are the best ones: “Bum, Bum, Bum” of course, and “It,” and “Switch,” but once you hear it, you can’t unhear it. Back to the background with you, Cass; I hope someday you hit the Shopper’s Drug Mart / CVS playlist jackpot, and no one ever cruelly pays too much attention to you again.
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