Jason Pierce by Corinne Day, late 90s
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Stop Making Stupid People Famous - Our Lady Peace (feat. Pussy Riot)
Lyrics
I've got the feeling we were dreaming when the panic attacked
And we keep making stupid people famous now we're paying for that
We look for meaning on the ceiling
When we lie in our beds
We blame our parents and our therapist for clouding our heads
(Oh yeah)
I know you got it
We're working hard on a dream
I know you want it
We're working hard on a dream
I know you got it
Unceremoniously
But we're working hard on a dream
And hey (alright)
Tell me how you're living
And hey (alright)
Tell me are you with me
I've got the feeling I was dreaming when I woke up in jail
And we keep making stupid people famous now we're living in hell
I know you got it
We're working hard on a dream
I know you want it
We're working hard on a dream
I know you got it
Unceremoniously
But we're working hard on a dream
And hey (alright)
Tell me how you're living
And hey (alright)
Tell me are you with me
Stop, we gotta stop
Stop, we gotta stop
And hey (alright)
Tell me how you're living
(Stop making stupid people famous)
And hey (alright)
Tell me are you with me
(Stop making stupid people famous)
And hey (alright)
Tell me how you're living
(Stop making stupid people famous)
And hey (alright)
Tell me are you with me
(Stop making stupid people famous)
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12/6/23.
New West's 11 LP Acetone (Los Angeles, California) behemoth came across my radar a couple of months ago. I listened, liked it, but ultimately set it aside. Then I got an email from Light in the Attic announcing that Acetone's "1992-2001" was on sale. I decided to pull the trigger and have been enjoying this 2 LP for a couple of weeks now.
I noticed that Jason Pierce of Spiritualized and Hope Sandoval of Opal/Mazzy Star have quotes on the hype sticker, and given that I know nearly nothing about this band, I assumed they were slowcore all the way. These songs also remind me of the quieter moments of Yo La Tengo and The Velvet Underground.
But the AllMusic review let me in on an important fact - Acetone could and did rock. The review mentioned four songs in particular - "Pinch", "Final Say", "It's A Lie", and "Border Lord". I'll give them a listen.
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Spiritualized’s Jason Pierce cut several minutes off his album Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space just so that the running time looked better typographically on the packaging. His partnership with designer Mark Farrow has produced some of the finest sleeve design of recent times. Instead of one CD, Farrow suggested to release the album in 12 mini CDs to pop out like pills one at a time.
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Jason Pierce *November 19, 1965
Peter Kember *November 19, 1965
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Spiritualized — Everything Was Beautiful (Fat Possum)
Photo by Sarah Piantadosi
If the movies have you thinking about multiverses these days, it’s worth sparing a thought for the fact that in plenty of slightly different realities Jason Pierce might not be around making music in 2022. Not just the more recent and dramatic events (respiratory failure! chemo!) but at least going back as far as the hedonistic, druggy blankness of Spacemen 3, the erstwhile J. Spaceman is from a rock and roll lineage that frequently burns out. However touch and go it may have been, though, we share a reality where Pierce just keeps on trucking, and on the evidence of Everything Is Beautiful he appears to have mastered the trick of sticking around without fading out either. Maybe that’s what makes these 44 minutes, noted on an album cover that returns Spiritualized to the aesthetic territory of pharmaceutical packaging, feel like a bit of a victory lap.
Pierce has long abandoned just taking drugs to make music to take drugs to and no longer writes as if salvation through heroin, sound, God or love are interchangeable (not to mention equally seductive and impossible), but he’s still sneakily, intensely introspective in a way you might not expect from a guy who can compose walls of sound that always sound somehow like there are church bells ringing somewhere in the mix. Even the druggier years were often less about the chemicals themselves and more about the kind of self who would take them and why, and unlike many of his peers Pierce would just as soon present himself as abject and even dying in their grip. Even as his focus expanded and deepened in Spiritualized he’s still kind of made a career of perfectly balancing the two kinds of nihilism.
So where does Everything Was Beautiful find him? It feels connected to 2018’s And Nothing Hurt by more than titles taken from the same Vonnegut line and proximity in the discography. And Nothing Hurt came after the biggest gap in Pierce’s career and if at first the ominous semaphore and a few of the tracks felt faintly valedictory, in current context it seems more like the most relaxed and lived in of Pierce’s albums, concerned with quotidian things like going for a nice drive or out dancing for the night, with the relative ragers bemused at the vicissitudes of life. It began and ended with songs that, either sarcastically or heart-wrenchingly, admitted that “I just don’t need to be with you.” Everything Was Beautiful is less removed but also darker, with many of the songs grappling with mortality (not even always just Pierce’s personal lifespan), and the opener swearing eternal fidelity through a list of increasingly interstellar things the narrator would be if ‘you’ want it.
By the time the hypnotic, gospel-flecked pulses of “I’m Coming Home Again” sees the album out over the course of ten minutes, the titles of this album and its predecessor seem even more fitting — the songs here leave bigger bruises but also offer glimpses of something darkly breathtaking the excellent And Nothing Hurt wasn’t as interested in approaching. Neither record is monomaniacal (after all the last had, in “Damaged,” one of the most bereft songs Pierce has ever done, and on this one “The A Song (Laid in Your Arms)” features him ripping gleefully into the line “idiot, bastard, son of a gun”), but they do feel like a pair. Jason Pierce is long past the point of proving himself or needing the justify the basic fact of Spiritualized’s current existence, which brings us back into that victory lap territory. Everything Was Beautiful isn’t some showy highlight reel, though; it’s an example of how keenly Pierce has honed his inner space rock and how much room it still has left to soar.
Ian Mathers
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