Sunday, November 29, 2020

The Best Albums Of 2020

Let's make this perfectly clear: 2020 was a sucky year for new music. But I'm making the annual list anyways. 25 albums, as usual. Difficult to whip something up this year, but I enjoy making lists. In correlation with how much I disliked this year's music, I wrote a short blurb for each album here. That is, I wrote one of the album's flaws. 
From your favorite music curmudgeon: Enjoy.

The Best Albums Of 2020


25 
Gil Scott-Heron / Makaya McCraven 
We're New Again: A Reimagining By Makaya McCraven
Technically this album was already released 10 years ago. 




24 
Jeff Rosenstock 
NO DREAM
I only enjoy this album when I feel a reckless sense of hopelessness.







23 
Dirty Projectors 
5EPs
This is technically a compilation and shouldn't be here.


22 
HAIM 
Women In Music Pt. III
I know this is pop music, but HAIM have never been my favorite lyricists.

21 
Owen Pallett 
Island
This one's kind of a snoozer.

20 
Moses Sumney 
græ
I don't understand the concept at all. 

19 
The Soft Pink Truth 
Shall We Go On Sinning So That Grace May Increase?
For such an experimental album, the overall choices might be more safe than they are bold.

18 
Destroyer 
Have We Met
Not a huge fan of the "accessible indie synthpop" approach here. 

17 
Klô Pelgag 
Notre-Dame-Des-Sept-Douleurs
Too much time spent in balladry considering I can't speak a lick of French. 

16
Lido Pimienta 
Miss Columbia
For a pop-influenced album, this is pretty slow.

15 
Chloe x Halle 
Ungodly Hour
I can't tell if this is a bad thing or not, but a lot of this stuff reminds me of mid-2000's radio R&B.

14 
Ka
Descendants Of Cain
Sounds just as predictable as any Ka album.

13 
Laura Marling 
Song For Our Daughter
The middle of this album is like churning butter.

12 
Against All Logic 
2017-2019
By the end of the album, it kinda loses its identity as a Nicolas Jaar project. 

11 
Phoebe Bridgers 
Punisher
I actually disagree with a lot of the artistic/instrumental choices here.

10 
Freddie Gibbs / The Alchemist 
Alfredo
This is somewhat of a "small" affair. 

9 
The Microphones 
Microphones In 2020
Hard to take in in one sitting. 

8 
Adrianne Lenker 
songs
Some of these songs sound like they have no beginning or end. 

7 
Sevdaliza 
Shabrang
Too long.

6 
Lianne La Havas 
Lianne La Havas
Definitely nothing too experimental or groundbreaking here. 

5 
Charli XCX 
how i'm feeling now
This can sound REALLY annoying if you're not in the mood. 








4 
Run The Jewels 
RTJ4
This might be their most musically simple album.


3 
Perfume Genius 
Set My Heart On Fire Immediately 
Too much moaning.

2 
Jessie Ware 
What's Your Pleasure?
There is nothing wrong with this.


1 
Fiona Apple 
Fetch The Bolt Cutters 
This isn't even her best album. 



Saturday, November 21, 2020

The 30 Best Artists Of My 30-Year Life

Couldn't make it past my 30th birthday without making a random music list. I've been alive from 1990-2020. Here are possibly the best artists from that era.
FOR THE RECORD...
-I recently had a facebook conversation with my sister about the music critic world being ruled by white men. This is definitely a list made by a white male.
-These are probably the best artists of my lifetime, not necessarily my "favorite." My favorites would include more artists that were big when I was in high school during the late 2000's. 
-Wu-Tang Clan is on this list. Namely because of all the amazing solo projects that came from them. In that aspect, they are better than The Beatles. 
-This list wasn't hard to make because I didn't think too hard about it. ONLY 30 artists? With that being said, I have an honorable mentions list of 30 artists. Here it is. 

MIA. Fiona Apple. Guided By Voices. Missy Elliott. Cat Power. The White Stripes. Spoon. Clipse. The Smashing Pumpkins. Stereolab. REM. Broken Social Scene. Oasis. Pulp. Blur. Beach House. TV On The Radio. Joanna Newsom. The Magnetic Fields. Mark Kozelek. Will Oldham. Phil Elverum. Massive Attack. Bill Callahan. Destroyer. Weezer. Beastie Boys. The National. Erykah Badu. D'Angelo.

Now here's the actual list. No blurbs, just cool pictures. 

The 30 Best Artists Of My 30-Year Life

30 Godspeed You! Black Emperor

29 Eminem

28 Vampire Weekend

27 Arcade Fire

26 Belle & Sebastian

25 PJ Harvey

24 LCD Soundsystem

23 Built To Spill

22 Yo La Tengo

21 Modest Mouse

20 A Tribe Called Quest 

19 Wu-Tang Clan

18 Frank Ocean

17 Sufjan Stevens

16 Fugazi

15 Daft Punk

14 Aphex Twin

13 Beck

12 Wilco

11 The Flaming Lips

10 Bjork

9 Elliott Smith

8 Jay-Z

7 Animal Collective

6 Nirvana

5 OutKast

4 Pavement

3 Kendrick Lamar

2 Kanye West

1 Radiohead

Friday, September 18, 2020

Ode To My Bachelor's Degree



I got my degree almost 4 years ago. December 2016, to be exact. I attended college for 10 semesters. Fall 2009, plus fall 2012-2016. Also spring 2013-2016. Yep. That's 10. Anyways. My B.A. diploma still sits in the envelope it came in. I'm not sure what to do with it. I'm not sure what to do with it metaphorically, either.
It's like I'm always turning into someone else. I was a different person for each semester I was in school. I've been multiple different people since I've graduated. With all these different versions of myself, I guess some versions were closer to my real self than others. But never wholly there. 

I got my degree in stage management, which is something I never really cared about. Then why did I pursue it for a few semesters of my college life? It seemed like a happy medium between my love for the artistic and my right-side-brain way of functioning. But it never satisfied. I only applied for a few theatre management jobs through it all. 
At one point I studied journalism. I started off as an actor. I was doing okay performance-wise at all these things. But internally, the incompleteness was always there. It still is. 
Somehow, amid my life's journey of incompleteness, I got a Bachelor's Degree. Simply a phase I went through. Somehow dedicated a lot of time and energy into getting this thing. 

I only write this because I've felt bad for the last few months. And have just recently been having flashbacks to my final semester at school. I never had a clear view of my future. I cared about what was in front of me and succeeded at that. But the amount of things to do placed in front of me have been reduced and I've been finding new ways to do nothing over the last 4 years. 
Going to school gave me something to do. At all times. Yet it was all non-consequential. I've always lived a life of action with little purpose, only now I do less. How am I supposed to learn things? How am I supposed to progress? How do I feel like myself? Will I ever feel like myself?

I have a Bachelor's Degree in stage management. I have a 1997 Ford Taurus. I have a used Fugazi CD. Don't ask me which possessions mean the most to me. I have enough belongings to cram into a shared apartment. What am I supposed to have? And what do I do with these things I do have? 
I just always feel weird saying I have a Bachelor's Degree. And all my college days feel like a distant dream to me. I've had so many friendships, yet I always have a hard time keeping them strong. I learned so many new things, only to have them shoved from one ear out the other every summer. All these things are my fault. What do I do now? Who have I become?


Sunday, September 13, 2020

Music Doesn't Make Me Happy

Music doesn't make me happy. 
Music is my life. I love music. But does it make me happy? Nah. It feels more like a chore. It's like something I have to carry. I get too nit-picky about it. 


I'm listening to music right now as I write this. I'm listening to music I like. Funny thing, sometimes I choose to listen to music I don't like. I realize my taste in music is very narrow and stupid. Most music out there I simply just don't care about. 
This thought occurred to me last night at a jam session. After an hour or so of jamming with some friends on my bass guitar, I was shown a couple YouTube videos of a bluegrass duo--I think they were called The Milk Carton Kids? Anyways. This one guy in the band was arguably the greatest guitarist I've ever witnessed. Yet I did not give a flying flip. 
I played trombone growing up. I was in the high school band my freshman year, and almost my sophomore year. That's when it hit me that I really don't care about symphonic music. I still don't. I can't say I'm unimpressed. It's just that for the most part, it just doesn't make me feel or think anything.
I still remember this one roommate who questioned my guitar skills because I didn't know how to play "Classical Gas." Why would I want to learn how to play "Classical Gas"? 
I think music is a way for me to find a deeper meaning behind things. That's not fun. That's not joyous. Sometimes I judge the production quality, despite the fact I have no idea how to produce music myself. Sometimes I'm snarky about the lyrical content, which is something I personally struggle with. But I only care about whatever music I want to care about. 
Soundtracks to musicals? Old-timey bluegrass shtick artists? Background compositions for movies? Reggae DJ sets? DIY YouTubers who put their own spin on pop covers? Any Christian music ever made at all? A Capella? "Classical Gas"? I don't have to care.

Sometimes music excites my senses. But it often just feels like a dull job where I'm always on the clock. Critiquing everything I hear. Coming up with song ideas. Things like performance and enjoyment are only a small piece to the puzzle. 
I kinda wish music made me happy. It sounds pleasant. But just the way I think...Music might have too much of some general over-arching purpose for it to be a basic outlet or hobby. I want to be known as a songwriter. But it's an overwhelming thought. And a task that requires work outside of the comfort zone. And right now, a lot of musical work is outside my comfort zone. Because I know I can do it, but probably won't enjoy it. Because music doesn't make me happy. It's more like some burden I've chosen to carry and hide inside. 
For all you music people out there, keep making music. Keep listening to the songs you like. I'll be over here sitting and stewing over it all.