And you may ask yourself, "What is this swine-loving blogger listening to this week?"
For those of you new to this series, let me familiarize you with how it works.
In keeping with this increasingly globalized, glibly compressed, irrevocably speedy, and immanently forgettable media culture, I have devised a simple review system that also allows you to take a voyeuristic peek into my iPod window but without all the trouble of having to wade through a paragraph or two of self-indulgent prose.
I mention its usually '90s, '80s, '70s, or, sometimes digging way back into ancient history — the '60s — influence, and give you a sentence or two explaining (sometimes in high modernist poetic fashion or haiku) why it's cool. All of these artists are creative exemplars of postmodernist pastiche. Little if anything in indie rock is thoroughly new, but the pastiche of styles can be impressive.
If you're not in a hurry, if your life isn't hurly-burly; if you're not thinking right now, "damn, here I am on the internet and I've got so much crap to do!" — well, I'm not talking to you. Again, here's how it works. What am I listening to?
Thanks for asking.
Pajo: David Pajo did time with legendary indie bands like Slint and post-rock demi-gods Tortoise. But he came to a fork in the road, took the path less-traveled, and made an appreciative difference. The well-crafted songs on his latest, 1968 (Drag City, 2006), showcase his hauntingly poetic vocals on carefully wrought musical scapes, whose consoling autoharps and synthesizer pops and gurgles fleetingly recall children’s camp songs as well as '80s Eurodisco (no, luckily not all in one song).
Article comments
1 - anonym97
I'd have to say I'm attention deficient. I'll have to check out these tunes.
Anonym97
Indie Music Label
2 - Jason
I don't know that much about Indie music, but I have been starting to get it requested at the events that I DJ. I guess I should start to learn more about it.