Palin Don’t Know Shit About the Minutemen

Musically, the ’80s were a lost decade. There was Thriller, Born in the USA, War, Jackson Browne’s arc was in decline, Joni Mitchell had gone all Mingusy. Okay, that is a gross generalization, the sort of sentence I hate in Rolling Stone, Vanity Fair, anywhere. But, I’m trying to think, what music truly moved me in the ’80s.
Carol and I were living in Middlebury, CT, teaching at Westover, a girl’s boarding school, and there was John Mellencamp, and from my neck of the woods, The Young Fresh Fellows, of whom, more later, the Roches, The McGarrigles, Warren Zevon, Nick Lowe, John Hiatt and Bruce Cockburn, shedding his Christian piety and getting all pissy political. Okay, the ’80s weren’t all that bad, and I’m forgetting Public Enemy, Husker Du, The Replacements, but most importantly there was the Minutemen. I am thinking of them after hearing Mike Watt, the guitarist for the group interviewed on Sound Opinions. You have to check out that interview. Watt is something else and I mean that in the best possible way. It is a thoroughly engaging interview.
I came to the Minutemen after Double Nickels on the Dime, which I have come to in the last few years and holy fuckamoley, it is one of the essential albums for any serious collector.
So I came to the Minutemen a year after D. Boone died–another piece I need to write about discovering groups just after they disbanded or a key member died. I bought Three-way Tie for Last and I thought it was the best thing since sliced bread. The Minutemen are timeless, one of those groups you will be able to listen to and not pin point the era, a truly amazing group. I put that album on the turntable and it still rocks the joint. When it comes to the ’80s the group that defined that decade is, to my way of thinking, the Minutemen (And then Public Enemy, Husker Du, The Replacements, and hell, I like Bruce then, now and forever) and I defy you to claim another.

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Ambiently Yours

There are days I need to be in the middle of Aaron Copeland’s Appalachian Spring or The City, lulled into blissful forgetfulness, where the ache of the past and the apprehension of the future are kept at bay for a moment, or I simply give in and let nostalgia wash over me. All that helped along by glass or two of wine, and several slices of American cheese. The music some times walks a fine line between treacly sap and the sublime. During my Windham Hill period, I sometimes got sucked in by some sugary sweet claptrap. Generally I am a sucker for minor chord melodies that seem to tap into that sadness that gives our lives poignancy.
Moby’s last album Wait For Me has some great ambient pieces, and even the vocals have the same mood. I am surprised he hasn’t done a soundtrack yet.

Another guy I came across a while ago is Brian McBride and I really like his stuff. The album in Beekeepers. I am listening the first piece now, Beekeepers vs. Warfare Chemicals, oh yeah! Apparently, this album is the soundtrack for a documentary call The Vanishing of the Bees.

Another recommendation is Kayhan Kalhor, an Iranian composer, who has lived in the United States for quite a while. He collaorated with Yo-Yo Ma on his Silk Road Project. The latest album is Silent City.

And I was always a big fan of Gershwin’s Lullaby. The recording is good, the visuals, a bit cheesy. The Brian Wilson-Van Dyke Parks collaboration, Orange Crate Art, closed with this song. And Herbie Hancock does a nice version on his Gershwin tribute


And if I’ve raised your sugar levels to a dangerously high John Teshish level (God, I hope not), try The Kronos Quartet playing Sigur Ros.

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