Another music-heavy edition this week, and a 10-track playlist to go along with it. Here are 10 things I thought were worth sharing:
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- The tinkering spirit of Eddie Van Halen. (RIP.) There are at least two great books about his band: Van Halen Rising and David Lee Roth’s Crazy From The Heat. (I don’t believe in guilty pleasures, but if I did, the latter would be one of them.) This weekend I plan on cranking 1984, plugging into my mini Marshall, and letting loose.
- From cut-out confessions to cheese pages: The world’s strangest books. (I can’t wait to see this in print.)
- In honor of its 70th anniversary, I posted a batch of my Peanuts remixed comic strips. ('Tis the season, so we’ve been watching a lot of It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.)
- How Jeff Tweedy writes a song. (An excerpt from his new book on songwriting, which comes out next week.) Here’s what he says about refrigerators and being who you are.
- Ear candy: I can’t get enough of Deerfhoof’s “35-minute live-in-the-studio medley of covers,” Love-Lore. Mind-boggling. Track 4 alone covers Ennio Morricone, Dionne Warwick, Kraftwerk, The Jetsons, and a reading of David Graeber’s essay, “On Flying Cars and the Declining Rate of Profit.” (I’m also back to blasting Perfume Genius’s latest, Set My Heart on Fire Immediately.)
- Eye candy: the video for Sturgill Simpson’s “Make Art, Not Friends” (my quarantine anthem) and Wayne and Woodrow White’s animated video for Future Islands’ “Born in a War.” (A bonus link for typography nerds: the lettering of jazz music.)
- Make music right in your browser with a virtual TR-808 drum machine and TB-303 bass synth. (I still need to watch the documentary about the drum machine, 808.)
- Movies: my wife and I are trying to get in the spooky spirit, but so far in October we’ve just been watching really great old noir-ish stuff: both versions of Gaslight (the original 1940 version is much better!), Dial M For Murder (even better than I remembered), and the delightful 1947 gem, Lured, starring a young Lucille Ball as a detective who baits a serial killer. (Yes, really!)
- Poem: “come celebrate / with me that everyday / something has tried to kill me / and has failed.”
- RIP Johnny Nash, who sang one of the most beautiful songs of all-time: “I Can See Clearly Now.”
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