Posts Tagged ‘Aimee Mann’
Posted by evankessler on November 4, 2009
Posted by evankessler on January 4, 2007
It managed to turn into Thursday morning before I got the chance to write my Wednesday post. For shame. Well what can I say, Munich is a long movie and I have to return it to my editor tomorrow before I forget to return to her on my last day at work. I’ve had it for about 2 months so I figured tonight it was about time I watch it. It was a pretty good movie and not too one sided morally. Or at least it wasn’t as tilted towards one side as I thought it would be.
Usually I do this sequentially but hell, I’ve already told you how I spent my evening, so don’t despair if I don’t recap my movie watching experience again at the end. All you have to do is look at the first paragraph to see what it was all leading up to.
The morning began as most morning’s do. The latin loops ring on my cell phone was blasting obnoxiously loud, alerting me that it was 8:08am right before I kissed a nondescript female in my dream. That’s the only part of the dream I remember. I was about to make sweet love with some unidentifiable girl (or at least kiss her) when at 8:08am it sounded like a Williamsburg Bodega at 11:30pm on a Saturday in my bedroom. Now, I know what you’re asking…”Why do I wake up at 8:08am? Well, I had to come to that time gradually. You see, when I first started working at my current job they notified me that I was to be in at 9am every day and that attendance would be taken. It took me a couple of days to snuff out the B.S., since whenever I showed up near 9 I was the only one in the office. I soon ascertained that I could arrive at 9:30am, maybe sometimes 9:45, and if I was really pushing it, 10am. In any case, I realized that I could give myself more and more time to sleep because a)I was finally getting used to the commute and finally had figured out how long it would take for the train to me to work, B) my roommate always takes an unreasonably long time to get ready and I figured that this would cut out some of the wait time (though admittedly 8:15 is probably a better wake up time unless he’s out early) C) I sort of thought I was retyping in the hour when I typed in 8 in the minute column of the alarm on my cell phone and didn’t feel like changing it.
In any case, it was 8:08am, and time for me to begin another beautiful day on this Planet Earth. I went through the usual routine, shower, brush my teeth, stare at my computer blankly until 8:52 while watching NY1 as background, and then head on out. Actually it was a little different as I only stared blankly until 8:45 as I had to leave a little earlier to drop off some dry cleaning including my blazer from New Year’s and my suit that I had worn to Maureen’s holiday party almost 3 weeks earlier. Sometimes I’m such a slacker.
My plan to get off a bit earlier was thwarted after I brought my clothes to the cleaners, I realized I had forgotten my book and had to go back to my apartment thereby negating any time I had saved. I didn’t start today’s portion of the iPodyssey until I started walking back to my apartment as it led off with Fiona Apple’s “I Know” directly followed by Aimee Mann’s “I Know There’s A Word”, which led me to think of all of the damned Aimee Mann songs that had already come up and I wasn’t even done with the “I” as a word songs. “I” is her letter in this journey. She already has 5 “I” word songs (“I Should’ve Known” also played today) and trust me, there’s going to be another one early tomorrow before I get to the subway. I’m tempted to call her the Queen of Feelings since most songs titled with an “I” tend to be about personal feelings. (That’s stupid most good songs have something to do with personal feelings) Nonetheless she’s an excellent songwriter.
Midway through my ride on the Q train I hit my first doubles of the day with two versions of Pavement’s “I Love Perth”. How often do you get doubles consisting of two different versions of a B-side? Soon after that head scratching riddle, Gillian Welch came up with “I Made A Lover’s Prayer” and if you recall yesterday, Ms. Welch was running neck and neck with the aforementioned Ms. Mann for the “I” lead. Don’t worry,Gillian gained some more ground when “I Want to Sing That Rock and Roll” came on a while later. However, the fact that I have only two of her albums probably means that she’ll lose out.
There was actually some decent progress made today in the iPodyssey as I did to a little bit of listening between making phone calls to Detroit news affilliates and logging. There were two more sets of doubles featuring Uncle Tupelo’s cover of “I Wanna Be Your Dog” and U2’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”. By the end of the day I had covered 50 songs and hadn’t even reached the end of the “I” as a word songs but I must be getting close since my end point was “I Was Meant For The Stage” by The Decemberists. It’s possible that I could be the letter with the most songs since after “I”, there’ll probably be “I’d” songs and “I’m”, “I’ll” and that’s all before we get to “It’s”. This one’s gonna take awhile. The J’s should be short though. I’m going to take comfort in that. Never before has the 9th letter in the alphabet been so daunting.
Sidenote: If you’re ever having a conversation with someone standing next to you on a relatively quiet street and I can hear you clearly across the street or a block away and you’re not yelling, then you’re talking way too loud.
Posted by evankessler on June 27, 2004
So it’s been a couple of days since I blogged, and I have to be honest I’m not too crazy about the word blog. That aside, it’s been a busy week and there hasn’t been much time for it anyway. Since Tuesday’s Aimee Mann concert, I’ve seen two bands play, been to an art show, and to a wedding. Wednesday I went to see Earl Pickens and the Black Mountain Marauders at the Rodeo Bar which is always a good time filled with beer drinking, all the peanuts you can eat and 2 solid hours of country music if not more. The only downside to that show was that they didn’t play “If I Could Sing Like That” which is my favorite Earl Pickens song. It’s not like I’ve never seen them play it before. I’ve probably seen them 20 something times, give or take.
Thursday night, John (Vacanti) and I went to see Jesse Malin at the Mercury Lounge. The entire time I was there I was worried about not being able to go home because I had lost my keys that day, but I found them the next day at work. When we got to Mercury that night one of the openers, Squad Five-O was performing. I absolutely hated them. Well, maybe that’s a little strong. The lead singer pissed me off. He just seemed like such a rock poser and that he was stealing stage moves from Mick Jagger and other front men. It sort of seemed like he was trying too hard to emulate other front men. He even gave a breathy, impassioned, sort of pointless political speech like he thought he was Bono. Someone should have told this guy he was opening for Jesse Malin at the Mercury Lounge and that his political opinions were not going to have any bearing on how anyone decides to vote this election year. That’s not to say he shouldn’t speak his mind, but I could care less what this guy had to say.
Squad Five-O left the stage at around 10 and Jesse Malin waited til 11 to take the stage. I found this to be sort of obnoxious. It was like I was seeing Guns N Roses or something and they wouldn’t take the stage until Axl was ready. Nonetheless, the show was excellent despite the long wait. He played most of his debut solo album “The Fine Art of Self Destruction” if not the entire thing. He also included a bunch of new songs from his upcoming sophomore effort “The Heat”. There were also some covers sprinkled into the set which included, Neil Young’s “Helpless” and Elvis Costello’s “Armed Forces”. Throughout the show Malin was very talkative and told several stories of growing up in Queens and playing gigs in New York at a young age.
The high points for me were his rendition of Cigarettes and Violets off his debut with keyboard accompaniment, as well as the full band version of “Brooklyn” which is my favorite track on “The Fine Art of Self Destruction.” His performance of “Solitaire’ also stood out. In this song he hits a note that is so guttural, and gut wrenchingly emotional that every time I hear it, I feel like it must take so much just to hit it once. I did not think he could do it live. It sounds like something you hit once out of several takes in the studio and can never do it again. I equate it with what it must sound like to get all of your pain and suffering out in one note, like his entire insides are coming out with this one note as he screams “I don’t need any one.” Much to my surprise, he was able to duplicate this seemingly impossible sound. Very impressive indeed. Overall, a fine show and a fine week for music.
Friday was quite the fine evening as well as my former college roommate, Samantha Hahn had an art show over at Teachers College. A bunch of friends were there as well. One of my other roommates, Kim O’Connell came in from Vermont. I was really happy to see her since she was one of my favorite people from college and I hadn’t seen her in awhile. Living in Vermont would cause that to happen. So from the Art Show we went to some place called Nachos, then on to Yogi’s (a fine dive bar honkey tonk) and then finally to O’Flaherty’s. I drank plenty and have no idea what time I got back. The details of Friday night are awful fuzzy. I woke up this morning very out of it. I freaked out because I thought I had left my bag in the bar which had my ipod in it. Upon further inspection, I had just dropped it on the floor as I entered the apartment in my drunken stupor.
Today was sort of a lazy day up until 6. I got a haircut, walked around, and sat on the roof. Then I went to a wedding tonight.
I don’t know how I feel about weddings. I don’t think that I want a band if I get married. I think I want to either elope because I don’t think I’d like the attention or just have a DJ and have everyone play coke and pepsi. There’s nothing dorkier than a wedding band playing Loveshack, The Way You Move, or any other song for that matter. And there’s always scores of people that neither the bride, nor the groom knows. Plus there are plenty of white people dancing like white people. Not that theirs anything wrong with that, but you should see it, there’s elbows pointing in all directions. I think that’s the difference between good dancers and bad dancers. Good dancers move their feet, bad dancers move their elbows all over the place without really moving their feet too much. That’s why I’m not really one for dancing too much. Get me drunk enough and sure I’ll cut a rug with the worst of them but if I’m sober enough, I’ll pass.
The funniest thing about the wedding was probably the guy who was wearing a wig/toupee with a ponytail. Not only did the wig just look like it wasn’t real hair, the ponytail just made it exponentially worse. I almost thought it was real because it was so bad. I sort of thought, no one would wear a wig that bad so it must actually be real, but then I came to my senses. Maybe that’s what that guy was counting on though. Maybe it’s a reverse psychology wig. No one will actually think I’d want to intentionally embarrass myself that much, so they’ll all think I just have unfortunate hair.
Back on the topic of the wedding band, I don’t think I could ever sit through a party of a band just playing music that I hate for hours. I know it’s for the guests but if I was getting married I’d want to hear songs that I like. Non- stop awful love songs is not my idea of a fun time. Most people like that stuff and think that its beautiful and maybe it is but I would rather rock out. Maybe I’d feel differently if I were getting married I don’t know. I spent part of the night thinking what I wanted my wedding song to be, and I guess it would sort of depend on your situation but I really have no idea what I would want. “Something” by the Beatles is a good one, but my friend’s parents used that one. Maybe “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” or “God Only Knows” by the Beach Boys or something by Clem Snide off of the album “Soft Spot”. That’s a pretty album.
Oh yeah and one more thing. I may have lost my phone tonight. Although I think I know where it is so maybe I’ll have it by noon tomorrow. I’m crossing my fingers. Ok, time for bed.
Evan Kessler here, who else? Fresh from attending the Aimee Mann concert at St. Ann’s Warehouse in Brooklyn and I can honestly say that it was one of the better shows I’ve ever been to. I mean it wasn’t Pearl Jam at Randalls Island September 28, 1996, but that was an entirely different kind of show. Mrs. Mann was in top form as was her band the entire set and there was not one dud amongst her hour and a half on stage. I would be hard pressed to come up with one bad song in her entire catalog so the odds that she would include one in her set is slim to none. This was the first time I had ever seen her live and I had previously been told that she was only okay, and that her on stage banter was mediocre at best.
Contrary, to that review, I found Aimee Mann’s energy and chemistry with both the band and the audience to be a pleasant surprise. She scanned through songs from her entire catalogue doing songs from each of her albums save for any Til Tuesday materal. But I wasn’t expecting anything from those days. Plus, the only one I really know is “Voices Carry”. The highlight for me was the three song stretch mid-set in which she played “Wise Up”, “Save Me” (both from the Magnolia Sndtk) and “Stupid Thing” (from Whatever). She even played a couple of solid new songs and throughout the set I found myself going through the myriad of emotions that usually accompanies listening to an Aimee Mann record. Mostly I experienced doubt, regret, and heartache but also a feeling of empathy because you really want to relate to the situations in the songs. There wasn’t much hope involved. There was joy however, as in the enjoyment I felt as I heard all of the songs I wanted to hear and realized how wonderfully intimate this performance was. St. Ann’s Warehouse is one of the best places I’ve ever been to see a show. It may even be better than the Bowery Ballroom.
The other major highlight for me was of course the 3 songs performed for the encore. The 1st time Aimee and the band came back out they said they wanted to take requests and the first request they too was for “4th of July”. (To know how I feel about that song see the blog entry for 6/14) and followed with “Red Vines”, probably my favorite song from Bachelor No.2. They went offstage again after this song and came back once more.
Just as they were deciding what to play one thought went through my head. That thought was, “she’s probably not going to play Deathly”. Right when that thought passed Aimee said, “Let’s do Deathly”. Then I thought, “This is the perfect concert.” However, a couple of fans tried to convince her to play “Guys Like Me” but she said she didn’t remember it. The show closed on “Deathly” and the night ended on an exemplary note. If you can go to any of her shows the next two days I would seriously recommend you go. It is seriously worth the 40 bucks. I also read somewhere that they were recording these shows for either a live cd or dvd but I didn’t see any cameras, so it may be the next two shows they are taping. That’s sort of a shame. I’d love to have a copy of this show.
Well, my week of events is getting off to a hell of a start. Earl Pickens and the Black Mountain Marauders on Wednesday at Rodeo Bar, and Jesse Malin at Mercury Lounge on Thursday. SWEET!!!
P.S. If you don’t have any Aimee Mann albums, get all of them!!!
Posted by evankessler on June 15, 2004
The headline of Today’s New York Post ran a story on the front page about how parent’s are getting their daughter’s breast implants as graduation gifts. Some people might argue that this is not front page news. I disagree. I think this is very important news. The headline read “Cup & Gown: Breast jobs new grad fad for girls”. Here’s how I think it should have read: “The Entire World Has Officially Gone Fucking Insane: Father Buys 18 yr old Daughter breast implants so she can attract more attention from the opposite sex and get laid more.” I don’t really know where I’m going with this other than, what happened to just getting your kid their 1st car. Or did she already have that. And what parent in their right mind is going to let their kid appear on the front page of the New York Post talking about how their parents let them get breast implants and mention them by name!!! Wow!!! $6,750 for a boob job for the girl who already has everything, well except for a C cup. Sorry, that article just blew my mind, so I had to mention it. I feel sorry for the parents for being so stupid and so much at the mercy of their teenage daughter. I wonder if that kid ever heard the word no in her life. I could expound on this topic and I’m sure it would be welcome but I think we all know how ludicrous this is.
Other than that front page calamity, not much of note really happened today other than I realized that I sing too much. I sing everywhere; In the shower; in the halls at work, probably in the subway, as I walk down the street. Not that I’ve never realized this before, but I always sort of wondered if it was annoying to anyone. I’ve never really been told it was, in fact I once had a former roommate tell me that he missed me injecting his name into whatever song I was singing as I walked through the apartment, but I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic. Some mornings I’ll be in the shower and halfway through the Old 97’s Too Far To Care Album in my head and I won’t realize I’m singing it. I think I’m being quiet because my roommate is sleeping in the next room but halfway through my shower I realize for the last 15 seconds I’ve been belting out Barrier Reef or Pulp’s “Bad Cover Version” and then I sort of try to muffle myself and think, I hope I didn’t wake anyone up.
Other times I’ll be walking down the street with my Ipod and just listening to a song that’s so good that you just can’t help but sing along. For instance when I was walking to the gym and Aimee Mann’s “4th of July” came on (aah the wonderful randomness of the Ipod) and I realized I was blurting out “Today’s the 4th of July. Another June has gone by…” Then I saw someone walking close to me and got slightly embarrassed because I had no idea how out of tune I may have been. I also came to the conclusion that that song is probably one of my favorites of all time. However, that notion occurs to me with about 15 different songs a day. Maybe I should make a list page of favorite songs, movies and what not. Not that anyone should really care what I like. I don’t really care that much about anyone else likes and it would be kind of self serving. Okay, I’m sold. I’ll do it.
Anyway, lucky for me I’m going to see Aimee Mann at St. Anne’s Warehouse next week. I’m really excited. I seem like a giddy schoolboy or something but I sort of get that way when I see one of my favorite artists who I’ve never seen before. Can you imagine me being giddy? Imagine me normally, all pseudo-stoned like. Keep that mental picture. That’s what I look like when I’m giddy. Maybe I’ll write a review for it the next day, but I’ll probably be too lazy. Even though you don’t care I’m going to paste the lyrics of this wonderful song for no apparent reason. It’s just one of those songs you listen to and think, how could anyone be this talented. And then you come to the depressing conclusion that you’ll never be that talented. Not that I’m a songwriter or anything. , Read it and see for yourself but you’d probably get it more if you heard it so go to http://www.aimeemann.com/
“Today’s the fourth of July
another June has gone by
and when they light up our town
I just think what a waste of gunpowder and sky
I’m certain that I am alone
in harbouring thoughts of our home
it’s one of my faults that I can’t quell my past
I ought to have gotten it gone
Oh, baby, I wonder –
if when you are older –
you’ll wake up and say,
‘My God, I should have told her –
what would it take?
But now here I am and the world’s gotten colder
and she’s got the river down which I sold her.
‘ So that’s today’s memory lane
with all the pathos and pain
another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless
and they’re always the same
a verse, then a verse, and refrain
Oh, baby, I wonder –
if when you are older –
you’ll wake up
and say, ‘My God, I should have told her
– what would it take?
But now here I am and the world’s gotten colder
and she’s got the river down which I sold her.”