Saturday, October 3, 2009

and though our bones, they may break, and our souls separate, why the long face?


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joanna newsom [drag city, 2006]

beneath the dimming autumn skies, amidst the soil and the weevils, the thrushes cry and the jonquils sigh, praising the toil of the beetles. see how difficult it is to write lyrics about nature without sounding like a gargantuan tool? someway, somehow Joanna Newsom makes it work, casually tossing off wispy metaphors about dangling ghosts of spiders and fabricating vivid visual poems with delicate, rustic imagery: peonies, sea brine, and the snapping teeth of hound dogs. there's her voice, a major divisive point for many people, which has more in common with the backwoods moonshine warblers on The Anthology of American Folk Music than any recognizable mainstream pop singer. the song structures are labyrinthine, with sudden breaks and unpredictable crescendos, while the bombastic orchestral arrangements - courtesy Van Dyke Parks - add an element of urgency and majesty. Ys is a difficult record to apprehend, but leave your preconceived notions at the door, you close-minded asshole, and succumb to a world where every detail is profound and beautiful and every gesture, every sideways glance and forced half-smile, has metaphysical significance. "emily," ostensibly about her sister, is a tragicomic tribute to youth and lost innocence, while "cosmia" strives to find redemption in the death of a friend. The feminist Aesop's fable "monkey & bear" displays Joanna's storytelling abilities, but the album's beating heart lies in the middle: sex, God, nature, youth, and destiny all collide in the winding, whimsical narratives of "sawdust & diamonds" and "only skin." although Joanna Newsom receives an inordinate amount of flak for her idiosyncrasies, few musicians would have the audacity to release a record so timelessly different and unspeakably brilliant.

joan and bob moment: "only skin" features backing vocals from Bill Callahan, who[m?] Joanna was dating at the time. isn't it every dude's dream to sing back-up on a song that was probably written about him? unrelated detail: Steve Albini recorded Joanna's vocals and harp. a far cry from the Jesus Lizard, eh eh eh?

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