Comparable Mediums -or- If I Wasn’t Writing This I’d Be Writing Music
I realized the other day that my own blog reminded me of a musician that I have always had a bizarre “God I love his music”/”Oh GOD I wish you’d just fucking STOP” realtionship with…I realized this because as I was rereading some old posts I was reminded of something that English Chris once said to me;
“Your life is a Chris Isaak album.”
And I thought, well, that’s not a very nice thing to say. Then of course, I realized he was on to something. And moreso if you ever watched his show….bumbling through complicated relationships that only got complicated when he started thinking about them…trying to be a good guy despite being infinitely flawed…and strumming a guitar on the porch and using metaphors and humor to let it out.
Or especially if you’ve ever (as I have many MANY times) seen him live. You expect a very solemn hereismyheart show and what you get is absolute hilarity punctuated by songs of loss and lament and left turns where you should’ve gone right.
In short, if I was a song, I’d be on a Chris Isaak album…completely evocative and totally misinterpreted. The kind of song that makes you take a deep breath and think of something buried deep inside you that you don’t talk about….and then you learn that it’s about the time that his gf wondered how she could get away with dousing him with gasoline in his sleep, and oh for the love of a match. (For real…he told that story before playing “Wicked Game” at a show in Boston…EVERYONE had tears of laughter rolling down their faces as he launched in to maybe the most haunting song of the 90’s.)
A little off base…maybe you shouldn’t laugh, but you do. In the midst of all the angst and hurt and sorrow and disonant chords and god damn turn your will to jello harmonies in minor…there is humor. There HAS to be. That’s what makes it all so sad and OH so completely I-can-relate-to-that human.
So, that got me thinking about some other blogs that I read and what they remind me of…
Arjewtino? The Bare Naked Ladies. You’re gonna laugh, occasionally you’re gonna think, but it’s all so well done that even when it’s “Chickedy China, the Chinese Chicken” goofy, the album sells. Big.
KassyK? Alanis Morisette. She’s gonna rock out, hit you with emotion, and will rarely pull punches. It’s also got a range…you just never know what you’re going to get. But it’s gonna be straight. It’s gonna be from inside, and even when she posts something off the cuff, it’s still worth checking out.
RooshV? Tom Jones. Wanna know how to get the girl? Don’t call it sexist, pussycat. It is what it is. And you might not like it, but how many pairs of panties have YOU had thrown at you? Not as many as RooshV or Tom, I’ll wager.
Virgle Kent? George Clinton and PFunk. INSANE. All over the place. A spectacle to behold. But it’s gonna hit you with da truth. Or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof….and if you were going to see a grown man in diapers on ANY of these blogs…you just know it would right here. Oh wait…there WAS a man in diapers on his site.
LMNtal; It’s been covered before; Duncan Sheik. Emotes, keeps it tight, and he’s able to capture so much nuance about the heart just by telling one story that I’m impressed just about every time I click on his link.
Speakeasy; Joni Mitchell. Lyrical fucking genius. The way she uses words and spins a story together makes me want to throw my keyboard out of pure blogger envy.
What? The Curtains; Yes. HYPER smart (none of y’all make me run to Wikipedia/Dictionary.com as much as she does) and SO well executed that it makes you want to practice (if you’re a muisician listening to Yes) or read more (if you’re a blogger trying to keep up)
So what about you? Any bloggers remind you of anything on your iPod?