In what is already or is now becoming a yearly tradition, I’d like to nervously post about an album I’d really like to get on Record Store Day but secretly want to say nothing about on the off chance that someone in front of me in line at BK Music will see this, get excited about what I’m excited about and grab the last copy seconds before I can…
[takes a deep breath]
I have a FOMO problem. Me and Record Store Day were made for one another.
I’ve read quite a few ambivalent or outright negative things about Record Store Day this time around, and while I’m all in favor of a conversation about whether the event is doing all it can to keep the focus on helping independently owned music retailers, there’s one point you can’t argue down: RSD results in the release of some really unique and amazing stuff.
Case in point: When I Reach That Heavenly Shore. NPR did a First Listen of this haunting gospel compilation, and I’ve held off on buying it because I was hoping it’d be pressed to vinyl. This has required serious self control, because it’s not on Spotify, and the NPR stream has long since been taken down. Still waiting around for that Second Listen. Here’s hoping it happens on Saturday.
See y’all in line!
Edward W. Clayborn — “Let That Lie Alone” [Soundcloud]
Step 1: Immediately click on the link in this Pitchfork tweet about Natalie Prass’ performance on Jools Holland. Watch video of Prass’ A+ performance.
Finally saw Whiplash on Sunday night. I had the house to myself after doing an early-ish Easter dinner with Mrs. YHT’s family in northern Virginia, and I’d been meaning to watch the thing for ages, but this scathing piece by Sound Opinions host Jim DeRogatis was getting in the way. This wasn’t a Bob Dylan situation — you either love his voice or you hate it — DeRogatis’ thoughts punctured an acclaim bubble that had gotten huge, at least in terms of what I’d read and heard, and it complicated the idea of watching Whiplash. Should I consider this a guilty pleasure? Am I buying into something harmful?
Now that I’ve watched it, I believe the answers to those questions to be no and no, though I wasn’t so sure when Mrs. YHT called from her parents’ house to chat when I was about a third of the way through. Had the film continued on what seemed to be its likely trajectory — teacher yells, some students cower, this one steps up — I would have felt differently. And from a super zoomed-out perspective, that kind of is what happens, but it’s what happens along the way that keeps Whiplash from being exploitative or clichéd.
[Editor’s Note: Don’t want the movie’s plot spoiled? Stop reading now. And don’t listen to the song embedded at the bottom of this post.]
Can’t let the week come to and end without saying a few words about Avers’ fantastic set at the tUnE-yArDs show on Monday.
Got to see Son Lux open for tUnE-yArDs on Monday night. I’d consider it a new speed record for a band going from unfamiliar to beloved.