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Within the past two weeks I've got myself organized enough to track down some of the music I've been hearing at the Vogue on Sunday nights. Mostly German electronica which I've not really paid much attention, but because my friend Jason is a big Alphaville fan, I've become more aware of it. So, I've been hearing this one song that I've enjoyed which has a chorus lyric talking about "the day the earth stood still". Not exactly a direct reference to the movie of the same name, the song seems to be referring to nuclear holocaust, but a very cool track nonetheless. The movie seems to be a reference point for gothics, perhaps because it was a very negative yet aesthetic look at post-WWII nineteen fifties society in America and human frailty. Several years ago I was impressed when Bryan Ferry quoted the alien's psuedo-latin message of peace on his solo album for the song "Save Me". I can't think of the phrase, right now, exactly. Will McGuckin, a grade school friend who'd introduced me to Star Wars, way back when, had raved about this black and white story of Cold War politics.

Anyway, the song I've been hearing is named "Earth" and is by this german band, Beborn Beton. They will be playing in town this month at the Catwalk, and I'm thinking of attending if I can figure out my money. Otherwise, I'm saving my pennies for a copy of the album, which I haven't tracked down yet.

The other band I've been listening to is Wolfsheim, another electronica german band. They record in English, but the one song that has been haunting me is one they perform in German, "Kunstliche Welten", which means "artificial worlds" or "Virtual Worlds". At the end of the chorus there's this line that ends with what sounds like "nicht, nicht" or "no, no" but on examining the lyric sheet I find the line is actually a complaint that the speaker is not seen, "doch du siehst micht nicht."

Purple has been lending me music CDs of Tori Amos. I've taken a fancy to her because of a cover of one of her songs by Cabaret Voltaire that I like very much. The song is "caught a light sneeze" from her "Boys for Pele" album. It has a chorus where she sings, "Boys on the left side, boys on the right side, boys in the middle and you're not here, boys in their dresses and you're not here..." I always think of "My Favorite Things" with that line about the dresses, which I think was the intention of the lyric. I've also come across an instrumental version that is particularly sweet. Can't think of the string quartet that recorded it, but if I come across it, I'll post that eventually...

Rufus Wainwright

I've been listening to Rufus almost constantly since I bought the CDs back in August. His lyrics echo my own feelings and experiences that I feel like he's been looking over my shoulder. I've been infatuated with an outrageous notion that if we ever met there would be a meeting of the minds somewhere and we'd become inseperable friends. Then again, I let my imagination run away with me...

I've mentioned my adventures at Bumbershoot in my main Blogger, but I didn't really comment on Rufus's performance. Meeting Scott in the line leading into the Opera House was such a treat and a coincidence that I've been loath to put that memory away by commenting or finalizing my opinions.

[there is more that I will put in here, but right now I am under time constraints.]

Recently I had a memory recall from when I was in Junior High School. For one semester I had a friend whose parents travelled around a lot. He spoke Greek and had an affinity for Conan comicbooks. I liked him a lot although I though he was a little difficult and squirrely. I don't remember his name, but the more I explore Rufus, the more I have this strange sense of deja vu regarding the memory of this friend.

What follows is the text that originally appeared on this “listen” link. I’ve edited a few entries I never finished, but here it how it was supposed to read:

What I listen to…usually when I'm futzing on the computer.

They Might Be Giants—Factory Showroom
I love TMBG and I have been listening to their special brand of adventure since I first heard "Ana Ang" and decided I needed a new favorite band (to join all the others).

Joni Mitchell—Blue
This is quintessential Joni. I remember a talent show back in high school where the school’s aspiring folksinger performed flawless versions of every song on this album…at least that’s how I remembered it.

Tracy Chapman—Tracy Chapman
I can barely believe that her debut album is over ten years old. Every time I hear "Fast Car" I have to hold back the tears, it gets to me so.

Loreena McKennitt—The Mask and the Mirror
This goes back to why I like Dead Can Dance, modern songs in a traditional folk mode.

The Great Ladies of Jazz—Sarah Vaughan, Ella Fitzgerald, Dinah Washington, Nina Simone, Billie Holiday, Pearl Bailey
You hear their names tossed around like they are royalty and they are: The Original Sophisticated Lady, The First Lady of Jazz, The Queen of the Blues, The High Priestess of Jazz, Lady Day and The Real Pearl. All on two CDs. Thank you, Russell.

The Smiths—Best of…I, II
I first listened to the Smiths first back in ’88, since then I’ve followed Morrissey and collected these two compilations of their best hits.

Claude Bolling's Suite for Violin and Jazz Piano Trio
This Album says to me that the seventies were not so bad as I remembered and the Twenties Art Deco revival back then was not half as bad as the Seventies revival we see today.

The Beautiful South
When I was introduced to this band's wonderfully cynical lyrics back in '96 I swore that someday I would own all their albums. I now own Welcome to and Choke. Their songs are catchy, I love the lyrics and Blue is the Colour could be their best album. I stripped these onto my computer as MP3 files so I could listen to them with out the CD along with my Sunday's albums. They make a wonderful mix of cynical lyricism.

The Sundays—Reading, Writing, and Arithmatic
I listened to them obsessively back in '93 and '94 when I finally purchased their first album. The vocalization of Harriet Wheeler combined with David Gavurin's layered guitar riffs are to me the quintessence of urban living and the melancholia that results from relationship angst. They inspired some way cool web sites too.

Kate Bush—Hounds of Love
Ever since Running Up That Hill first appeared on MTV, I was hooked. Kate is a goddess and someday I will own all her albums and not just The Whole Story.

Yo-yo Ma—Soul of the Tango: The Music of Astor Piazzola
Tango, tango, tango! I remember coming across his work first on an album by the Kronos Quartet and thinking I had discovered the meaning behind the movie Kiss of the Spiderwoman. Yo-yo Ma makes Piazzola's melodies come alive and weave their magic in such a subtle passionate way that you will have your breath taken out of you before you realize that you are listening to one of Argentina's greatest composers.

Deep Forest
Okay, I know this is "world-beat-techno-trance-mainstream" schlock but it is: Still cool listening even after all these years...spawned all sorts of similar sounding cool "bands" like Enigma. Hey! They have a great web site. If only I could find that URL!

Malcolm Mclaren's Paris
I am told he stole all the tunes shamelessly from Frenchmen, and even though the poetry is really cheesy, this is an incredible album.

Dead Can Dance—The Serpent's Egg, Spiritchaser
Need I say more?

ZBS—Ruby, the Galactic Gumshoe
The best radio drama on the net.

—March 9, 1999

Since the Seattle Public Library has moved into their temporary Annex at the new Convention Center Expansion, I've been making regular visits to loan CDs. The selection is limited, but I've managed to come up with one or two gems: a recording of Carmina Burana, the debut of Girl with 100 Heads (personally knew Scott, the lead singer several years ago when he recorded the album), Mozart piano concertos.

I've also been hanging out on Aimster downloading new music that I want to own. Recently my attention was brought to Alison Goldfrapp, a young woman with an exquisite vocal range and style who recorded Human with collaborator Will Gregory. While online a short while ago, a person who was downloading some Elliott Smith started up a chat with me and raved about Rufus Wainwright. They listed off a handful of songs that they felt epitomized his talent, “Chocolate milk and Cigarettes”, being one of them. I was hooked the instant I heard these lyrics: “…Everything it seems I like’s a little bit stronger/ A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me…”

Rufus, Rufus, Rufus...I think I am in love. His lyrics speak to an identity that I've been attempting to create for myself and now, seeing him casually write songs to that end I am convinced that the only way I can claim that for myself is to go out and buy a guitar and become a pop singer. It helps that he is Canadian, queer and a "One Man Guy", which is to say that he's his own person. You have to love a man who can craft a lyric like "And you will believe in love / And all that it’s supposed to be / But just until the fish start to smell / And you’re struck down by a hammer..." Shades of my idol Joe Orton's death. I wonder if it is intentional. Rufus's lyrics make me want to believe..."clap your hands if you believe in fairies." *clap, clap*

Bumbershoot is coming up and Mr. Wainwright will be playing in the Opera House Sunday night...I am thinking of attending just so I can play out my sycophant fantasy. He also is opening for Tori Amos in September, I am told by a friend. It would be sensible to attend that and be assured a seat…hmmmm.