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14 Sep 2014 / 2 notes
hey pretty babies i hope you are having a lovely sunday evening
my next two albums are gonna be very cool they are going to be called Talking is Too Tough and Love and Death
i am not sure when they are going to be finished but i mean honestly not that long from now. if you get impatient just listen to my other music!!
i have spent all day inside because i am sick. i am drinking green tea now. i have spent all day lazing on my bed, uploading a video and working on songs. i have homework to do. it is raining outside. hummm
damn. i missed jamescurryiv's show last night. i wanted to hear this one if he played it.
maybe next time. in another city. WHO KNOWS! NO ONE DOES»>
hey!! the set was not Mine, necessarily; i was in a band with other folks. there’s video that will be online soon!
i am certain we will cross paths again >:)
Beck was once asked what the new pollution was. His reply, “Human radios, sex with machines, mad eunuchs.” Cryptic, but it makes a little sense. He is observing that in modern times, technology, information, etc. can drive you mad. It’s everywhere, your senses are bombarded constantly.
The woman he is singing about in the song, then, is admirably unaffected by the new pollution, and somehow remains pure. Beck himself called it a “love song,” and surely there’s some admiration, if not actual love throughout the lyrics.
In Rolling Stone in 2008, it is written that Beck was “trying to evoke the Sixties glamour of femme fatales from Nico to Brigitte Bardot” in the line about having a cigarette on each arm. The ability to “throw her troubles to the dyin’ embers” is admirable. The image of her being a boat alone in a “stripmine ocean” is wonderful. There’s something very comforting in that. This is a slanted, but effective, portrait of the femme fatale.
"The New Pollution" is an amazing song, and Beck seems quite proud of it: "…a song like ‘The New Pollution,’ I mean, pollution, it’s a presence in our lives. And isn’t it interesting to use a word like that-something with such horrible connotations-in the context of a love song? That’s where you create friction. That’s where you can start to get someplace where you aren’t dealing in the banalities of everyday, pedestrian rock lyrics. Not that I mean to be snobby about it, I can appreciate the good ol’ song, and I still like to write that way sometimes." It’s interesting to note that Beck uses this type of contrast often, including songs like "Asshole" or "Sweet Sunshine.”
Integral to the song’s being is the sublime sax sample. It makes the song what it is. Beck calls the song “inverted funk.” He explains, “Some of the other songs are a little bit too loose. We had to pull in the reins, make it a little more tight, bring in the Mormon feel. Mormons are funky.”
She’s got a hand on a wheel of pain / She can talk to the manglin’ strangers / She can sleep in a fiery barn / Throwing troubles to the dyin’ embers
sexy jazz numbers
13 Sep 2014 / 2 notes
set was GOOD!!!!!
13 Sep 2014 / 1 note
javier lost his cat
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