<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512153091796277271</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:07:02.155-05:00</updated><category term='2009'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='j-pop'/><category term='punk'/><category term='shoegazer'/><category term='americana'/><category term='neil jendon'/><category term='electropunk'/><category term='angela smith'/><category term='2003'/><category term='e p johnson'/><category term='james specht'/><category term='diane granahan'/><category term='electroacoustic'/><category term='improvisation'/><category term='amy clark'/><category term='musical theater'/><category term='2000'/><category term='matthew swiezynski'/><category term='soul'/><category term='electronic'/><category term='indie folk'/><category term='dave evans'/><category term='art pop'/><category term='terence hannum'/><category term='2004'/><category term='hip hop'/><category term='west african'/><category term='chris pollina'/><category term='dance'/><category term='2008'/><category term='folk'/><category term='drone'/><category term='2001'/><category term='african'/><category term='darren demonsi'/><category term='jeremy bushnell'/><category term='rock'/><category term='patrick culliton'/><category term='indie pop'/><category term='indie rock'/><category term='jamie yates'/><category term='john french'/><category term='2007'/><category term='art music'/><category term='synthpop'/><category term='dan markowicz'/><category term='2005'/><category term='art punk'/><category term='pop'/><category term='exotica'/><category term='hannah haas'/><category term='rich thomas'/><category term='2002'/><category term='covers'/><category term='administrative'/><category term='metal'/><category term='nancy pokrywka'/><category term='psychedelic'/><category term='april walker'/><category term='roundtables'/><category term='eric burger'/><category term='2006'/><category term='post-punk'/><category term='amanda doimas'/><category term='mash-up'/><category term='experimental'/><category term='justin timberdrake'/><category term='noise'/><title type='text'>Aught Music</title><subtitle type='html'>The best music of the decade, reviewed one year at a time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512153091796277271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5512153091796277271/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jpb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03733456276611940453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwsYtVUfAdw/Tg26ciMKp8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/xh_bYqpd5pU/s220/jpb%2B2011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>369</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512153091796277271.post-3819933928358958313</id><published>2009-12-31T23:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:18:39.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeremy bushnell'/><title type='text'>2009 : JPB's Best Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;hr noshade size=1&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center" width=150&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;I didn't write about as many discs from 2009 as I would have liked&amp;#151;I was busy traveling, and completing my work for the semester, and getting ill&amp;#151;but I thought I'd close out my writing for this blog with a quick top ten.
&lt;p&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Jason Crumer, &lt;i&gt;Walk With Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Restrained minimalist compositions which periodically descend into shredding noise. &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-03-luscious-voluptuous-pregnant-by.html"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt; | Listen: "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-03-luscious_voluptous_pregnant.mp3"&gt;Luscious Voluptuous Pregnant&lt;/a&gt;"
&lt;p&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Fuck Buttons, &lt;i&gt;Tarot Sport&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; I prefer the less polished raw energy of their 2008 debut, &lt;i&gt;Street Horsssing&lt;/i&gt;, but this follow-up is still an undeniably fine selection of anthemic psychedelic stomp.  
&lt;p&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Mountains, &lt;i&gt;Choral&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;This outfit, made up of former Apestaartje personnel, has released three fine albums of pastoral drone this decade.  This newest one stayed in heavy rotation for me this year.
&lt;p&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Sunn O))), &lt;i&gt;Dimensions and Monoliths&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br&gt;The boundaries of the Sunn O))) project have grown broader with each release, absorbing more and more material like some kind of black metal Katamari.  This album finds them experimenting with keening choirs ("Big Church") and transcendent horn playing ("Alice").  It's not always successful, but when it works it expands their scope breathtakingly. 
&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;The Antlers, &lt;i&gt;Hospice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br&gt;A staggering song cycle about death, loss, and grief.  Best way to hear it is by yourself, in a slowly darkening room.  
&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Freelance Whales, &lt;i&gt;Weathervanes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br&gt;This album filled the slot that was filled last year by Natalie Portman's Shaved Head's &lt;I&gt;Glistening Pleasure&lt;/i&gt;, and in 2005 by Architecture In Helsinki's &lt;i&gt;In Case We Die&lt;/i&gt;: indie-pop music, made by young people, charming, charismatic, polished, and addictively sweet.  A slightly shameful pleasure, but also a true and abiding one.
&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Phoenix, &lt;i&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;This is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; great indie-pop album of the year: upbeat, energetic, yet also somehow grandly sad.  &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-07-lisztomania-by-phoenix.html"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt; | Listen: "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-07-lisztomania.mp3"&gt;Lisztomania&lt;/a&gt;"
&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Gregg Kowalsky, &lt;i&gt;Tape Chants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;The idea of creating music by playing recorded matter on 6-10 cassette tape players simultaneously may sound a bit like someone trying to update Philip Jeck's turntable installations and performances.  But Kowalsky's project is really its own thing, with conceptual underpinnings that differ completely from Jeck's, and just one immersion into Kowalsky's invitingly smoggy low-fi drone makes it completely clear that this is a soundworld that must be appreciated on its own terms.
&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Dan Deacon, &lt;i&gt;Bromst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;br&gt;The eleven pieces that compose &lt;i&gt;Bromst&lt;/i&gt; mostly sound like the soundtrack an old-school videogame that you might have experienced in a dream: all velocity and candy color.  But just when you're ready to dismiss them as whiz-kid geekery they open up into something lovely, possibly even holy.  Listen: "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/red_f.mp3"&gt;Red F&lt;/a&gt;"
&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;J&amp;#243;nsi and Alex, &lt;i&gt;Riceboy Sleeps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt; Beautiful ambient tracks from this side-project of Sigur Ros vocalist J&amp;#243;n Birgisson.  Each track arranges acoustic instruments, voices, crackle, loops and hum into a kind of billowing fog that permeates directly to my brain's pleasure pathways.  

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;


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&lt;p&gt;Jack Rose and Charlie Parr are two guitars who are often called "new traditionalists."  Finger-pickers harkening back to an earlier era, Parr plays traditional folk and Piedmont blues-style songs on 6- and 12-string guitars, and banjo; Rose comes from the John Fahey tradition, but also incorporates elements of Indian ragas and minimalist drone.   
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&lt;p&gt;Parr's father grew up on a tenant farm in northern Iowa with 17 siblings and rode out the Great Depression on freight cars. He rode them to Appalachia and Texas and every other corner of the country. He finally settled into a job shoveling animal parts at the Hormel plant in Austin, Minn where he raised Charlie.  Charlie dropped out of high school just one year in and left home to see the country. He settled in a rooming house in the West Bank neighborhood of Minneapolis in 1985 learning songs by artists his father used to play on the record player: Elizabeth Cotton, Fred McDowell, and Doc Boggs among others.   
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&lt;p&gt;Jack Rose grew up in Fredericksburg, Virginia. He started playing the guitar at age 10 and joined the group Pelt in 1993.  In 2001, he began recording more and solo acoustic guitar compositions, appearing on the seminal Wooden Guitar compilation on Locust Records.  His open tunings and long form compositions never lost the psychedelic and rock flavors of his earlier music, almost defining the word "deltadelica."   
&lt;p&gt;Both Jack and Charlie carry a certain blues and folk tradition forward, while putting their own stamp on it, reinventing it, bringing their own influences to it.  Here is Parr covering a Blind Willie Johnson song, "God Moves On The Water," while Jack plays his own composition, "Kensington Blues." 
&lt;p&gt;A sad footnote: Jack Rose died of a heart attack on Dec 8 at the age of 38.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/darren%20demonsi"&gt;Darren DeMonsi&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Jack Rose &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-19-kensington_blues.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kensington Blues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" | Charlie Parr &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-20-god_moves_on_the_water.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God Moves On The Water&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;There is no song this decade that makes me feel a feeling of atmosphere the way "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-18-blood_bank.mp3"&gt;Blood Bank&lt;/a&gt;" does.  The cover of the EP shows this snow-covered car with the door slightly open.  This song sounds like walking through the snow to get that photo.  There is no other way to put it.  You know what I am saying if you have ever walked through snow so heavy that you need to pick up your knees with every step. 
&lt;p&gt;I also love this song for the topic matter.  How many other songs are about specific episodes of TV shows?  The fact that it's about a episode of &lt;i&gt;Northern Exposure&lt;/i&gt; makes it even better.  I love the idea of looking at a bag of blood and trying to figure out whose it is.  Are the things that make us who we are in our blood or someplace else?  All these ideas keep me coming back to this song. 
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Bon Iver &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-18-blood_bank.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blood Bank&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;When I hear this song I sing it for hours.  I am not sure if it is because it is making fun of the police or because it is catchy in its own right.  The Flight of the Conchords are the best musical humor act of the decade.  I want to remind you that this is the decade that saw Nerd Core artists become well known.  The Flight of the Conchords are still the best. 
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Flight of the Conchords &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-17-you_dont_have_to_be_a_prostitute.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Don't Have To Be A Prostitute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Am I the only person who thinks that this song sounds like &lt;a href="http://songza.fm/~8ozoxq "&gt;an old Banana Spilts theme&lt;/a&gt;?  I mean that in a totally good way.  I loved the Banana Spilts growing up.  I love that they capture that emotion and feeling without having to be a parody.  This song makes want to dance and sing.  Any song that makes me feel that way is successful.  It is the small pleasures a song can give that are the best.   
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I-I-I went to Toyko&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Telekinesis &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-16-tokyo.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tokyo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Okay, I'm a little biased. I've gushed about the Decemberists for a long time, but still&amp;#151;this is my pick for the album of 2009. It's surprising how many magazines and sites have given &lt;i&gt;The Hazards Of Love&lt;/i&gt; borderline reviews. If you're not a Decemberists fan, you might dismiss these tracks. However, this album not only adds more complex storytelling but uses guest vocals for maximum effects.
&lt;p&gt;In "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-14-the_wanting_comes_in_waves.mp3"&gt;The Wanting Comes In Waves/Repaid&lt;/a&gt;," Shara Worden (of My Brightest Diamond) provides an excellent, compelling interpretation of the evil queen in the album's narrative. She's singing and acting at the same time&amp;#151;listen to her draw out the word 'repaid.' Her voice is stunning and controlling. Meloy wisely lets her have the listener's complete attention.
&lt;p&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-15-the_rakes_song.mp3"&gt;The Rake's Song&lt;/a&gt;" is one of the most straight-up rock tracks that the Decemberists have written. Meloy writes the character as completely without redemption or qualities. How many songs have a narrator describing how he killed his children?
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; Charlotte I buried after feeding her foxglove
&lt;br&gt; Dawn was easy: She was drowned in the bath
&lt;br&gt; Isaiah fought but was easily bested
&lt;br&gt; Burned his body for incurring my wrath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt; It's gratuitous and over the top, but perfectly fitting for a villian straight out of Victorian fiction.
&lt;p&gt;The album needs to be listened to in its entirety, but these tracks are the best examples of the full story. It's an ambitious effort, and a great example of how guest vocalists (Worden and Becky Stark) can add to a song's atmosphere. The Decemberists have a specific style, and it's not for everyone&amp;#151;but it's hard to deny the efforts and dimensions that went into the narrative structure, which enhances the music greatly.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Decemberists &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-14-the_wanting_comes_in_waves.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wanting Comes In Waves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" | "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-15-the_rakes_song.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rake's Song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Way back when this blog was covering &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/2000"&gt;2000&lt;/a&gt;, I &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/2000-20-feel-good-hit-of-summer-by.html"&gt;wrote&lt;/a&gt; about the Queens of the Stone Age's track "Feel Good Hit of the Summer," noting that it describes "a lifestyle so hedonistic that it would kill the majority of its listeners very quickly were they to adopt it."  I also wrote that the track "evokes a special type of vicarious pleasure in the listener's head," and that this process "is one of the reasons popular music even exists in the first place."  Hip-hop, of course, excels at the creation of very dense constellations of incantations and images that trigger the vicarious-pleasure parts of listener's brains: this, in fact, forms a key part of its appeal.  A great example might be Tittsworth's "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-13-drunk_as_fuck.mp3"&gt;Drunk As Fuck&lt;/a&gt;," which celebrates just about every taboo one can think of: from the reeling intoxication identified in the track's title to, uh, genital torture.  Anti-social?  Sure.  Take it seriously and it's actually disturbing.  But take it as an opportunity to temporarily put on the costume of someone irresponsible and dangerous&amp;#151;to become "the king of all sleazy things" without any risk to one's self&amp;#151;and it yields a very concentrated form of ridiculous delight.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Tittsworth &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-13-drunk_as_fuck.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drunk As Fuck&lt;/b&gt; [Top Billin Remix]&lt;/a&gt;"
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 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;On your visa it says "entertainer"
&lt;br&gt;You'd better step it up or they're gonna detain you
&lt;br&gt;It's all smoke and mirrors- don't go and see 'em
&lt;br&gt;I wanted rock 'n roll- I got a science museum&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could have picked any of the songs from &lt;i&gt;Art Brut vs. Satan&lt;/i&gt;.  This is my record of the year.  Every song makes me want to be 22 years old again, in a totally good way.  Art Brut is smart, witty, silly and fun.  Art Brut is the band for every Rob Fleming wannabe out there.  They are the geeks with an apartment full of vinyl and comic books that actually decided to put together a band.   What more can I say beyond the quote below.   
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;How am I supposed to sleep at night
&lt;br&gt;when no one likes the music we write?
&lt;br&gt;Record buying public- we hate them
&lt;br&gt;This is Art Brut vs. Satan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Art Brut &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-12-demons_out.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Demons Out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;A lovely toe tapping little ditty with apocalyptic overtones.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/april%20walker"&gt;April Walker&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Devil Makes Three &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-11-poison_trees.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poison Trees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;When I originally reviewed this album, I gave it some earnest praise, but felt that it didn't match up to Bird's earlier works. However, a few more listens have revealed a few ideas that I intially missed. &lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-10-effigy.mp3"&gt;Effigy&lt;/a&gt;" is moving, and musically, it's one of Bird's minimalist efforts. His penchant for combining varying vocal styles and multiple instruments is stripped down, making for what feels like a soft, singer-songwriter type track. His musical talents and acumen could have made this a longer, more complex song, but "Effigy" is a great example of less being more. Most importantly, it shows that he's comfortable in any given style.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Andrew Bird &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-10-effigy.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Effigy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I have said before that I would rather listen to Doom than Jay-Z.  I know that says more about me than it does about Jay-Z.  I think most of my friends would rather listen to Doom also.  One of the reasons is because I can see no way  Charles Bukowski would ever show up on a Jay-Z track.  "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-08-cellz.mp3"&gt;Cellz&lt;/a&gt;" has such a good lyrical world.  It really demands I pay attention. 
&lt;p&gt;I love "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-09-still_dope.mp3"&gt;Still Dope&lt;/a&gt;" because Doom finds a way to re-use a sample he used on an older song, "Passion Flowers," in a way that makes the sample more interesting, not less interesting.  Using it for this song makes it feel even better.  It sounds to me like how a composer uses a theme to invoke the same feeling later in a work.  That is the kind of idea I don't hear in other hip hop songs.  
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Doom &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-08-cellz.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cellz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"| "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-09-still_dope.mp3"&gt;Still Dope" (featuring Empress Stahhr Tha Femcee)&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I spent a lot of time this year listening to this song and trying to make some sense out of its lyrics.  The opening couplet reveals some sense of the futility of this task:
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;So sentimental
&lt;br&gt;Not sentimental, no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If the underlying rhythm and melody weren't so joyous and energetic, one could mistake this tiny packet of self-canceling non-referentiality for a very compact Samuel Beckett play.  The refrain doesn't exactly clarify matters:
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lisztomania
&lt;br&gt;Think less but see it grow
&lt;br&gt;Like a riot, like a riot, oh
&lt;br&gt;Not easily offended
&lt;br&gt;Not hard to let it go
&lt;br&gt;From the mess [?] to the masses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Um, OK?  There's at least a noun here, relatively close to the pronoun... so... is this a song about the composer?  Or about &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0073298/"&gt;this film&lt;/a&gt;?  Or... is "Lisztomania" a stand-in for popular manias of all sorts?  That helps the "riot" lines to make sense, and maybe the thing about the "masses," but it doesn't really help with the stuff about being not hard to offend, or reveal anything akin to a point of view… 
&lt;p&gt;And so it went.  The opacity of the song (the entire album, actually) bugged me, and then all it once it didn't anymore.  When I was able to accept the lyrical content as rather inspired word salad, it freed me up to enjoy the album's bittersweet, nostalgic elation, which is actually communicated to the listener with absolute clarity. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Phoenix &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-07-lisztomania.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lisztomania&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;h3&gt;First Pass&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It's what's on the inside that counts. For all the (well-deserved) attention to Case's sexy, almost campy album cover, the songs on &lt;i&gt;Middle Cyclone&lt;/i&gt; were fantastic, with one or two misses. "This Tornado Loves You" is the perfect opening to what's superficially referred to as a 'nature album.' The melody is upbeat, the vocals are confident, and the lyrics are a great example of Case's gift for metaphor:
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;I carved your name across three counties
&lt;br&gt; and ground it in with bloody hides
&lt;br&gt; broken necks will line the ditch
 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
 Perhaps some might view this as a metaphor for a woman scorned, but for me, it goes beyond simple gender classifications. Sometimes, when we're trying to get someone's attention, we end up doing more harm than good.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;h3&gt;Second Pass&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This song is built around an amazing notion.  There is something scary and thrilling in the idea of being loved by a tornado.  I think the literal idea of this song is better than the figurative idea.  I think we all love the Tornado, but I am never sure the Tornado loves me back.  I guess Neko Case is sure.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;  
&lt;p&gt;Listen: Neko Case &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-06-this_tornado_loves_you.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Tornado Loves You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-04-conductor.mp3"&gt;"Conductor"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
When I came across We Were Promised Jetpacks' debut CD &lt;i&gt;These Four Walls&lt;/i&gt; in my local record shop I bought it solely based on the name of the band and the cover design. And, as it turns out, that was absolutely the right decision. Their songs have shades of Explosions In The Sky but with lyrics (sung in a lovely Scottish accent). There's something about the songs that just clicked with me right away and I found myself listening to the album on repeat for two days straight. "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-04-conductor.mp3"&gt;Conductor&lt;/a&gt;" is my current favorite off the album. The use of the word conductor as both a conductor of an orchestra and a simple conductor of electricity really tickles me.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/april%20walker"&gt;April Walker&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-05-its_thunder_and_its_lightning.mp3"&gt;"It's Thunder and It's Lightning"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It makes me happy that a band with the name "We Were Promised Jetpacks" is enjoyable.  I like the post-Indie-Rock sound they have put together: a straight-ahead rock sound that is unassuming.  I like the way I can choose to dig into the song or enjoy it just for what is on the surface.  Yes, I bought this album for the band's name.  Sometimes you get luck with something like that. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Listen: We Were Promised Jetpacks &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-04-conductor.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conductor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" | "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-05-its_thunder_and_its_lightning.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's Thunder and It's Lightning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Jason Crumer's &lt;i&gt;Walk With Me&lt;/i&gt; is my favorite noise album of the year: it's an almost perfect hybrid of scouring intensity and measured restraint.  (The first five or so minutes of this track&amp;#151;an irregularly looping set of piano motifs&amp;#151;sounds like it could have been an early Terry Riley piece or something from an academic conservatory.)  Fineness notwithstanding, it still feels wrong to publicly admire a track with a title like "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-03-luscious_voluptous_pregnant.mp3"&gt;Luscious Voluptuous Pregnant&lt;/a&gt;," sort of like discussing one's own fetish(es) in mixed company.  But, uh, I actually think it's a great title&amp;#151;sexy in a sort of upside-down way&amp;#151;and a good sign that noise music (even measured, restrained noise music) hasn't lost its sense of the taboo.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Jason Crumer &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-03-luscious_voluptous_pregnant.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luscious Voluptuous Pregnant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I want to tell &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/a&gt; to postpone the write up for 2009.  I want to ask him for another three months or so.  After writing about all these other songs, I want a few more months to live with the ones from this year.  They are still too light and unattached.  They lack the emotional weight and attachment the other songs have gained.  I want him to wait because I will understand 2009 a lot better in two or three years. I know the world will not wait for that understanding.   
&lt;p&gt;I can tell you I love "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-02-in_these_arms.mp3"&gt;In These Arms&lt;/a&gt;."  The second Swell Season album is good in a different way than the first one.  I hear some things here that remind me of my wife.  Yes, my wife. I am married now, which I was not when 2009 started.  In another year or two I will have a better understanding of what 2009 means. 
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Swell Season &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2009/10-02-in_these_arms.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In These Arms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Whoops, sorry.
&lt;p&gt;End-of-semester workload + holiday shopping + travel = slightly longer hiatus between 2008 posts and 2009 posts than I had really intended.
&lt;p&gt;Everything's OK.  We will still complete our review of the decade before the end of the year!  New 2009 posts commence today.
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&lt;p&gt;Upon reflection, it's staggering to remember the varied albums that came out, of all the months, in January. Andrew Bird, A.C. Newman, Morrissey, Franz Ferdinand...but, no album set the tone quite like Animal Collective's &lt;i&gt;Merriweather Post Pavilion&lt;/i&gt;. I was working in Seattle before this disc dropped and had the fortune to work with and become good friends with Terrance Terich, co-founder of Treblezine.com. After long discussions about music, he burned me a copy of this album, among others. I immediately agreed with him (and everyone else) that this was already one of the best albums of the year. "Summertime Clothes" is an addicting single, with a varied mix of sounds and influences. The emphasis here is on the notion of "collective"--this is a true group effort. I love how the group blends sampling and small sounds (listen carefully--it almost sounds like there are sound effects mixed in) with vocals and guitar that could have come from the 1970s. I played the crap out of this during the dreary winter, and it helped alleviate the depression of Lynnwood, Washington.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Animal Collective &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/10-01-summertime_clothes.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summertime Clothes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;There is something about a well-crafted pop song that is hard to describe.  It is easy to make fun of pop music and look down upon it as making money in the world of the least common denominator.  It is easy to think that pop music is all about fluff and nothing else.  Everyone has a pop song they cannot stand for good reason.  I think that is what makes good pop songs so rewarding.   
&lt;p&gt;I love "The Girl You Lost to Cocaine" because it has a dark nature that most pop songs do not have.  On first listen you might not hear those dark undertones, but after a few listens those undertones are so sweet.  It is like you discovered something not everyone will find.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Sia  &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-23-the_girl_you_lost_to_cocaine.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Girl You Lost To Cocaine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Literally, the erasure, the deletion, the suppression, the annulation, the invalidation, effa&amp;#231;age, effacement, etc. 
&lt;center&gt;&lt;image src="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/images/erased.jpg" alt="erased dekooning by robert rauschenberg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Radu Malfatti &lt;i&gt;L'effa&amp;#231;age&lt;/i&gt; (b-boim, 2008) 
&lt;p&gt;What happens when you erase not just lyrics, melody, solos, harmony, rhythm, but also pitch, notes, technique, tone, touch, and dynamics?  Is a piece "music" that is constructed entirely out of a series of bass drum tympani rumbles that arise from and melt into large stretches of silence?  Does boredom and extended repetition have a place in music?  Can sounds be bland? What happens to the listener and the music between (the) sounds? 
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&lt;p&gt;"In a roomful of shouting people, the one who whispers becomes interesting."
&lt;br&gt;- Peter Schmidt 
&lt;p&gt;Radu Malfatti has been working with these questions for the better part of two decades, releasing most on his in-house CD-R label, available primarily by emailing him directly.  And yet despite this extremely limited niche he works with (visually, think Barrett Newman, Ad Reinhardt, and Robert Rauschenberg at their most ultra-minimal), he has produced work of some range: works for bass drum (&lt;i&gt;L'effa&amp;#231;age&lt;/i&gt;), piano, string quartets, sine waves, saxophones, and string orchestra.
&lt;p&gt;"Innovations be damned, it's a boring century."
&lt;br&gt;– Morton Feldman 
&lt;p&gt;Malfatti's possibly dogmatic dedication to an intensely precise and austere soundworld, will strike many as cold, sterile, and moreover, a conceptual dead-end, musical entropy.  But for others, it may seem like a needed antidote to the practically overwhelming busyness ("gabbiness" to quote Malfatti himself) of almost all forms of contemporary music. 
&lt;p&gt;"If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four. If still boring, then eight. Then sixteen. Then thirty-two. Eventually one discovers that it is not boring at all." 
&lt;br&gt;– John Cage 
&lt;p&gt;See also: Taku Sugimoto–  &lt;i&gt;Italia&lt;/i&gt; (A Bruit Secret, 2001)
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/darren%20demonsi"&gt;Darren DeMonsi&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Radu Malfatti &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-22-leffacage.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt; L'effa&amp;#231;age (excerpt) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Jeff jumped around the room and danced when "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-21-snakes_of_hawaii.mp3"&gt;Snakes of Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;" came on.  He got on the bed and started to air guitar and sing along with the track.  Jeff knew if his wife or kids came home right now they would think it was funny.  Jeff was not the type of man to jump around to a song.  In his late 30s, this was the type of thing he could get away with in his teens.  A video of this moment, if the universe was unkind enough to allow it to be recorded, would be one of those instant YouTube hits.  
&lt;p&gt;Jeff was not ashamed to be dancing around to this song.  Every once in a while a song should make you feel young.  There is no reason at 37 a song can't make you feel 17.  That is "Snakes of Hawaii."  
&lt;p&gt;"Maybe there's no Snakes In Hawaii, Maybe there's not snakes at all," came out of Jeff's mouth at full volume.  He felt the energy that the song was supposed to make him feel.  After the song was over he heard clapping behind him.  He turned around to see his four-year-old daughter, Donna.   
&lt;p&gt;"Daddy, can I dance with you this time?" 
&lt;p&gt;"Sure, darling, let's play that one again."

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Army Navy  &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-21-snakes_of_hawaii.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snakes of Hawaii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I wasn't actually a huge fan of Erykah Badu's 2008 album &lt;i&gt;New Amerykah&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#151;but this track, "The Healer," was, to my mind, the single most invigorating piece of music the year had to offer.  Badu's decision to marry the concepts of healing and pop music isn't in and of itself very interesting: any number of lesser talents could take those two ideas and emerge with a garden-variety homily about the enduring power of music.  The greatness of this track comes from Badu's decision to use this framework as a structure into which to jam all sorts of left-field weirdness, ending up with a salvo that's a deeply compelling mish-mash of metaphysics, resistance politics, science fiction, and what may or may not be pure nonsense:
&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We ain't dead," said the children
&lt;br&gt;Don't believe it
&lt;br&gt;We just made ourselves invisible
&lt;br&gt;Underwater stove top blue flame
&lt;br&gt;Scientists
&lt;br&gt;Come out with your scales up
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The lyrical content is a great fit with Madlib's stoned-sounding production, last appreciated on this blog &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/09/2004-40-americas-most-blunted-by.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Erykah Badu &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-20-the_healer.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Healer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;This is 100% what I want out of Ringo Starr.  It is soft and sweet, heartfelt and loving.  I have always felt like Ringo understands love.  &lt;i&gt;Liverpool 8&lt;/i&gt;. was supposed to be about his whole life.  It was him looking back over the decades and sharing wisdom with me.  That is what I want out of a Ringo Starr song
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Ringo Starr &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-19-love_is.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;If Jacaszek's "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-11-lament.mp3"&gt;Lament&lt;/a&gt;," which I wrote about &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/11/2008-11-lament-by-jacaszek.html"&gt;not long ago&lt;/a&gt;, is like what house music would sound like if it emerged from a Transylvanian castle, then Rod Modell's blurred, smeary track "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-18-red_light.mp3"&gt;red light&lt;/a&gt;" is what house music would sound like if someone were playing it to you in an attempt to bring you out of a very deep drug-induced coma.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Rod Modell &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-18-red_light.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;red light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;The Rural Alberta Advantage is 100% of what I want out of an Indie Rock band. They have it all.  &lt;p&gt;Lo-fi production &amp;#151; check.  &lt;p&gt;Slightly sad vocal  &amp;#151; check. &lt;p&gt;Driving beat  &amp;#151; check.  &lt;p&gt;Extra female vocals  &amp;#151; check. &lt;p&gt;Sad lyrics  &amp;#151; check.  
&lt;p&gt;This is an album that came out of nowhere for me in 2008.  I felt like I was the only person who knew about it.  That is an amazingly satisfying feeling. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Rural Alberta Advantage  &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-17-dont_haunt_this_place.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Haunt This Place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Finding beauty and sexiness in a quiet, alluring librarian? No, this isn't a Whitesnake song. This is a beautiful evocation of the kind of connection that all of us have every now and then, admiring someone from a distance and letting daydreams run wild. My favorite line is one that is only a part of the set-up:
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ramble up the stairwell, into the hall of books...
&lt;br&gt; Since we got the interweb these hardly get used&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
 &lt;p&gt; This almost makes the song a sort of rambling inner dialogue, but it builds into a beautiful love story. The lyrics are a bit more direct than Jim James and company usually go for, but the difference works amazingly well, combined with their atmospheric music.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: My Morning Jacket &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-16-librarian.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Librarian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Vince was driving around Portland when "This Will Never Be Our Town" came up in the shuffle.  Somehow he knew this song was about him and here.  He knew that Portland was a temporary home for him.  He would never be able to stick here.  He can't find the thing that connects a person to a place.  His friends tell him his is being silly when he feels this way.  One verse in the song hits him hard:  
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Six months ago almost to the day
&lt;br&gt;It's weird to think how much is different and how much is exactly, exactly, exactly, exactly, the same
&lt;br&gt;On the trip back I remember saying to myself our town looks cute 
&lt;br&gt;and then instantly thinking 
&lt;br&gt;this will never be our town&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Six months in the future, Vince is loading the U-haul for his move to Reno.  He thought about how true some moments are. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Jason Alexander &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-15-this_will_never_be_our_town.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Will Never Be Our Twon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-13-acid_tongue.mp3"&gt;"Acid Tongue"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I've written about Lewis &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/2006-06-it-wasnt-me-by-jenny-lewis-and.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, I'm utterly convinced she would have been just as relevant and emotional had she been singing in the 1940s or 50s. This song is no exception. The combination of sadness and hope are perfect, with neither one dominating, but blending into an atmospheric haze. It's the soundtrack of sitting in a bar after a bad week and feeling a little sorry for yourself.
 &lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be lonely is a habit
&lt;br&gt;Like smoking or taking drugs
&lt;br&gt;And I've quit them both
&lt;br&gt;But man, was it rough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;Hr noshade size=1&gt;
 &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-14-carpetbaggers.mp3"&gt;"Carpetbaggers"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
 I'm sure that most of my co-workers have wished bodily harm against me, since I've played this song dozens of times. It's unbelievably catchy and a piece of alluring storytelling. I can easily imagine the Decemberists covering this one:
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;They come to town when the war is over
&lt;br&gt;Dirty boots in the middle of the night
&lt;br&gt;Trolling the bars, hitting on the soldiers
&lt;br&gt;Boys give it up without a fight
&lt;br&gt;They say, "Hey, boy, how about your place?
&lt;br&gt;I know you really want to take me home"
&lt;br&gt;Drop the bags off on the bedroom floor
&lt;br&gt;They make love with the lights on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
 
&lt;p&gt;It's also a testament to Lewis's prowess as a vocalist that she can duet with a legend like Elvis Costello and completely overshadow him. That's not to say that he doesn't fit in on this track; but there's no denying that this is a Jenny Lewis song, despite the amazing collaborations on the entire disc.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Jenny Lewis &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-13-acid_tongue.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acid Tongue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" |  "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-14-carpetbaggers.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carpetbaggers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" 
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is a song you hear on the radio
&lt;br&gt;It's a funeral march so you change the channel
&lt;br&gt;But it's all you hear as you're driving up the 101 from Mexico to California
&lt;br&gt;There's no snow when you're looking for your sweethearts
&lt;br&gt;Yeah there's no snow when you're looking for your answers&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is something about this song that makes me think the singer is singing to someone who is lost.  Like he is holding out his hand, but the person cannot quite reach it.  There is a fog the singer is trying to cut through, but the person cannot make him out.   
&lt;p&gt;I like this song because it reminds me of Bob Dylan.  I can imagine Bob Dylan singing these lyrics.  I think it says a lot of about the lyrics.   
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you're, you're the kind to hide your eyes from the sun
&lt;br&gt;And in your world the strong survive
&lt;br&gt;But won't you lay your body down
&lt;br&gt;Yes and now, now's the time to wrap your ears around the sound
&lt;br&gt;Of your train coming round
&lt;br&gt;You'll have to lay everything down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The War On Drugs &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arms Like Boulders&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Treny&lt;/i&gt;, the 2008 album by Jacaszek, can perhaps best be described by saying that it's what house music would sound like if house music emerged from a pre-industrial Eastern European castle instead of from the dance floors of post-industrial Detroit.  (Or you can say it's like that band Enigma, only good.)  Gloomy, crepuscular, capital-R Romantic, and pretentious: this is the kind of music that puts me in touch with my sexiest inner Goth.  Envision blood and candlelight.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Jacaszek &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-11-lament.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;As much as I love Ben Gibbard and company, as much as I appreciate their evocative, poetic lyrics and soft accompaniments, it's refreshing to see that they can rock out now and them. Long Division doesn't sacrifice any of the lyrics that Death Cab has been known for since Day One:
 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;The television was snowing softly
&lt;br&gt; As she hunted for her keys
&lt;br&gt; She said she never envisioned him
&lt;br&gt; The type of person capable of such deceit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
 &lt;p&gt; The atmosphere is still the same as you'd find in their slower numbers. Perhaps this is a case of 'don't fix it if it's not broken,' but a little energy can go a long way, as this song proves.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Death Cab For Cutie &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-10.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Long Division&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I cannot tell you how much I geeked out when I saw Robert Schneider on the Stephen Colbert show.  This is one of those moments where one of my favorite bands is on one of my favorite shows.  He even wrote a song about Stephen Colbert.  Yes it is those little things that are really important, in a silly, silly way.  On top of that, it is a great song.  What more can I ask for? 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Apples In Stereo &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-09-stephen_stephen.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stephen Stephen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;For as much as pop music ostensibly concerns itself with physicality and sexuality, it's surprisingly rare to find songs that really evoke the particulars of erotic exchange with any degree of specificity.  So when I find one, I end up appreciating it with special zeal.  Remember 2001, when I &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/2001-04-love-with-three-of-us-by-stereo.html"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; "Love With The Three of Us," to my knowledge the world's only great song about menage-a-trois?  Anyway, now we're in 2008, and here's "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-08-bedroom_costume.mp3"&gt;Bedroom Costume&lt;/a&gt;," which is likely the world's only great song about the mutually beneficial relationship between a voyeur and an exhibitionist.  Note especially the moment when the exhibitionist finally delivers her version of events, around 1:30&amp;#151;it's a moment that's equal parts heartbreaking sweetness and unbearable erotic ferment.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Natalie Portman's Shaved Head &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-08-bedroom_costume.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bedroom Costume&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;It's so odd that the Fleet Foxes have been compared to 1960s folk acts, when in fact, at least in my opinion, they (almost scarily) sound like My Morning Jacket. However, despite this similarity, they still manage to retain their own style and creativity. This track is uplifting, folksy, and yet has just enough echo and reverb to sound haunting. A lot of criticism in pop music focuses on technology and production overtaking the actual process of singing and creating music. The recording on this track is all about the song, yet there's just a hint of recording manipulations that add just a touch more atmosphere.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Fleet Foxes &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-07-ragged_wood.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ragged Wood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;"What is there not to like about the Cadence Weapon album?" PJ asked Loud Mike. 
&lt;p&gt;"He is a rapper from Edmonton Alberta Canada, and he raps about Edmonton.  How rough it is to live there.  I would think the hardest thing is putting up with the winters."  
&lt;p&gt;"Come on, every city is tough.  We have never been to Edmonton; maybe it is a really hard place." 
&lt;p&gt;PJ and Loud Mike had to stand on BART because the Bay Bridge was closed again.  "In that case, you get out in Oakland and tell the kids Edmonton is a hard place to live." 
&lt;p&gt;"You have to admit that the samples are tight and Cadence Weapon has a great flow." 
&lt;p&gt;"Yeah, he has a great flow and the samples are what keep me listening to the album.  Listen, if you name a rap album &lt;i&gt;Breaking &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kayfabe"&gt;Kayfabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, it better be about pro wrestling or about how how rap star are just working angles like pro wrestlers.  I like the idea of rappers hiding behind a secret code. Too bad he does not do that." 
&lt;p&gt;PJ knew that he had to be strong here.  "I still love this album.  He has a sound that carries the album.  It is strong, even if you don't like the title." 
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Candace Weapon &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-06-oliver_square.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oliver Square&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's make some music
&lt;br&gt;Make some money
&lt;br&gt;Find some models for wives&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Earlier this fall, I sent the following to Twitter:
&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jbushnell/status/5025387776"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/images/tweet-3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;p&gt;OK, it shouldn't surprise anyone that the song isn't really about marrying models--the title alone gives that away.  But it should still be possible to write a song about &lt;em&gt;pretending&lt;/em&gt; to be a huge success that would be a sort of free-wheeling celebration of lavish fantasy, and that isn't really what this song does either.  In fact, on one level the song actually functions as a &lt;em&gt;critique&lt;/em&gt; of the imagination, presenting it ultimately as a withdraw from the pleasures, sensations and interpersonal connections provided by existence:
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
&lt;br&gt;I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
&lt;br&gt;I'll miss my sister and my father, miss my dog and my home
&lt;br&gt;I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And yet the song's crowning touch is its assertion that, even despite these many sacrifices, total withdraw into insular fantasy ultimately remains preferable to bearing the disappointments of reality:
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Yeah its overwhelming
&lt;br&gt;But what else can we do
&lt;br&gt;Get jobs in offices 
&lt;br&gt;and wake up for the morning commute? 
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The song takes a familiar rock-star fantasy, and by looking at it from a slightly different angle, reveals the suicidal ideation at its heart.  This is genius at its bleakest, a glossy, upbeat anthem that seems intended for blasting on infinite repeat as you prepare your overdose.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: MGMT &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-05-time_to_pretend.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time To Pretend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;So here I am, "in the center of the first world," or anyway, maybe considerably left of center, in my kitchen in my tenement building in Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts, in November of 2009, which will, I assume, be historically notable as the time just after Maine voted down marriage equality when people of conscience again had to try to reconcile our hope for humanity with the fact that human rights was dealt a blow by a small plurality.  Or maybe I'll remember this as the year I got mice in my apartment and the month in which my cat actually killed one.   
&lt;p&gt;So here I am, "in the center of the first world," on the twentieth anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall, writing about a song which uses language popularized by a manifesto published one-hundred-sixty-one years ago, that shaped history from then until, arguably, today.  "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-04-you_me_and_the_bourgeoise.mp3"&gt;You, Me and the Bourgeoisie&lt;/a&gt;" was released on October 21st, 2008, and, about nine months later, this celebratory anti-capitalist song was widely publicized in a commercial for a three-hundred dollar phone.  The Submarines tell us that "we're not living the good life / unless we're fighting the good fight," and I'm sure I'm not the only one at this very moment who is a little confused about what that good fight is for, exactly.  Although I am relieved to find out it's not "higher ceilings," which sounds kind of petty, and anyway, all these old Boston buildings have very nice high ceilings, thank you.  Listening to this song, which I too discovered while watching the commercial (sitting on my best friend's floor and drinking too much wine in an interlude between episodes of a vulgar cartoon show that has been on television since I was seven years old (two years before the Berlin Wall fell)) and then bought for ninety-nine cents on iTunes, I feel as if history has collapsed wetly in on itself.   
&lt;p&gt;Someone wrote &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/11/2007-19-rue-blues-by-oakley-hall.html"&gt;earlier&lt;/a&gt; on this blog that "You can't go forward unless you pick yourself off the floor," and right now I am trying to figure out how we are going to pick ourselves up out of the puddle of history we seem to have sunk into.  But I think that, though we can all agree, from our perspective here on the damp floor, that at the "center of the fist world," it is "too easy just to fall apart," there has got to be a way out of this and into someone else's catchy new vision of an equitable future.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/amy%20clark"&gt;Amy Clark&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Submarines &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-04-you_me_and_the_bourgeoisie.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You, Me, and the Bourgeoise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt; Like a lot of great tracks, this one can either resist strict genre classifications, or it can be viewed as a blend of a few different ones. The opening honkytonk piano is almost too brief, but the rest of the track keeps up a strong, folk-rock tempo. Perhaps I'm way off, but the lyrics can be easily interpreted into a folk-protest song, not unlike a faster Pete Seeger song for the 21st century.
 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;I&gt;I don't give a damn what the doctors say
&lt;br&gt; I ain't gonna spend a lonesome day
&lt;br&gt;I don't wanna die in the hospital
&lt;br&gt; You gotta take me back outside
&lt;br&gt; They don't let you smoke and you can't get drunk
&lt;br&gt; All there is to watch is these soap operas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I see a ton of excellent metaphors here. I could get into some slightly outlandish hypotheses, but I think anyone can come up with their own views. Or...maybe Conor just really hates hospitals.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Conor Oberst &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-03-i_dont_want_to_die.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Don't Want To Die (In The Hospital)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Musically, 2008 was a bit of a depressing year for me.  Musicians that I thought could do no wrong (Conor Oberst and Hold Steady I am talking about you) put out mediocre albums that left me feeling blah. Nostalgia for the past moved in and I pined for days when the music was good.
&lt;p&gt;Cue the Black Keys, who with their 5th album, &lt;i&gt;Attack &amp; Release&lt;/i&gt; are sounding as good as ever. They have taken a history of southern rock, blues, gospel, minimalist stomp, psychedelia, and a touch of hip-hop and combined it to perfection. Polish is not something I usually enjoy on my music, but producer Danger Mouse seems to have taken grit and turned it to gold.
&lt;p&gt;There are many Black Keys fans who believe this Danger Mouse collaboration ruined the pure raw energy that made previous albums so refreshing, but I enjoy the variety here. Although the guitar and drums groove is still central to their songs, the addition of a choir, tribal drums, flutes, banjos, organ, and xylophone give each song a hidden gem hiding within the boom and gloom.
&lt;p&gt;This is a nostalgic album in every sense from its sound to its lyrics, which means, unfortunately that the album could sound like it was made deep in the past. Luckily this is not the case, and the largest exception to this is "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-02-psychotic_girl.mp3"&gt;Psychotic Girl&lt;/a&gt;," which, after its banjo intro, proceeds into a very Gnarls-Barkley-sounding funk. I am a bit surprised by my love of this song. I have always been a vocals and lyrics kind of girl, and although Dan Auerbach does have a great pair of pipes, vocals are kind of subdued on this one. Hearing the synth and banjo coexist so perfectly more than makes up for it.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/e%20p%20johnson"&gt;E. P. Johnson&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Black Keys &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2008/9-02-psychotic_girl.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psychotic Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neon signs, hidden messages.
&lt;br&gt;Questions, answers, fetishes.
&lt;br&gt;You know you're not in high finance.
&lt;br&gt;Considering second hand underpants.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I love &lt;i&gt;Flight of the Conchords&lt;/i&gt;.  I have convinced my wife to love &lt;i&gt;Flight of the Conchords&lt;/i&gt;.  After two seasons, I can't wait for the third season to hit the air.  The show works because both the situation comedy and the musical comedy are excellent.   
&lt;p&gt;This song is a great example of that I love about them.  This song is a clear take-off on the Pet Shop Boys.  They do lots of different song styles on the show.  I love them the best when it is clear who the song is making fun of.  They really nail the style of this song. 
&lt;p&gt;The lyrics of the song are also great, just being a little off from what would expect from a pop song on this subject.  The lines about second hand underpants, being a concert flutist, and having to stand there because they sold the chair are just a little out of place.  You might miss them if you are not playing attention.   
&lt;p&gt;On top of all of that, it is all in the service of the comedy of the show and running jokes in the show.   
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don't measure up to the expectation.
&lt;br&gt;When you're unemployed, there's no vacation.
&lt;br&gt;No one cares, no one sympathizes.
&lt;br&gt;You just stay home and play synthesizers.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Flight of the Conchords &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/09-01-inner_city_pressure.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inner City Pressure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;And so we draw the curtain on 2007. This blog will now rest until Sunday, November 22, when we will begin posting tracks from 2008. 
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&lt;h3&gt;Roundtable Part One: &lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-38-ed_is_a_portal.mp3"&gt;"Ed Is A Portal"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When this album was released, I wrote that &lt;i&gt;Love Is Simple&lt;/i&gt; is "[t]he latest entry in the attempt to write the great American psychedelic folk roadtrip album, and one of the most successful I've ever heard. This album is the triumphant album of experimental folk-rock that acts like Califone, Wilco, and the Flaming Lips have been almost-making for a decade now (and that Camper Van Beethoven were almost-making 20 years ago), but it also breaks from that framework periodically, expanding into ecstatic mind-expanding jams&amp;#151;jams that locate the choice middle ground between the sloppy, shambalic, "No Neck Blues Band" type and the more polished, technically-efficient, "Phish" type, and consequently are more effective than either. Mystical in orientation, singular in vision: at its best, it's like a backwoods Americana version of the Boredom's &lt;i&gt;Vision Creation New Sun.&lt;/i&gt;" 
&lt;p&gt;I don't actually think that I have anything to add to that, beyond saying that this track, "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-38-ed_is_a_portal.mp3"&gt;Ed Is A Portal&lt;/a&gt;," nicely sums up what I'm talking about. You can spare the seven and a half minutes.  Trust me.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;h3&gt;Roundtable Part Two: &lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-39-phenomena.mp3"&gt;"Phenomena"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomena, phenomena, phenomena.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There are two kinds of songs that get stuck in your head, the kind that you can't wait to get rid of and the kind that you want to stay there stuck for as long as you can.  "Phenomena" is in second category for me.  I love the kind, flowing sound of the instrumentals and the dreamy tone of the vocals.  It really makes me want to sing "Phenomena" over and over again.   
&lt;p&gt;I found Akron/Family's third album &lt;i&gt;Love Is Simple&lt;/i&gt; because eMusic suggested it to me.  Love is Simple is the perfect title for this album.  I can hear a love for the music and a simple approach to making the music.  The songs on the album have a deep, rich sound without sounding over produced.  This album really caught me by surprise when I first heard it.   
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Phenomena, phenomena, phenomena.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Akron / Family &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-38-ed_is_a_portal.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ed Is A Portal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" | "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-39-phenomena.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phenomena&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;h3&gt;First Pass&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Back when we were covering &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/2005"&gt;2005&lt;/a&gt;, I wrote that &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/09/2005-01-10-dollar-by-mia.html"&gt;M.I.A. might be the Artist of the Decade&lt;/a&gt;, in part because she was the living embodiment of a number of important trends that defined music in the Aughts more broadly.  To see that logic continue to play out, one need merely examine the rise of "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-37.mp3"&gt;Paper Planes&lt;/a&gt;."
&lt;p&gt;It was released on M.I.A.'s second album, &lt;i&gt;Kala&lt;/i&gt;, in 2007, but wasn't the lead single.  (That was the likably weird "Boyz.")  This track lay dormant until used as the backing track for the &lt;i&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/i&gt; trailer in early 2008, whereupon it blew up in a big way, permeating the culture until even the people who are arguably &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swagga_Like_Us"&gt;the biggest musical superstars in the world had to pay tribute&lt;/a&gt;.  It's easy to see why: the second "Paper Planes" starts playing (about a minute in) is the exact moment this trailer starts to become cool:
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&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time it may have been possible to keep your categories separate: movie trailers over here, viral YouTube clips over here, music videos over here, commercials over there.  But the &lt;i&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/i&gt; trailer neatly collapses all of these categories: I'd say that it single-handedly sold more copies of "Paper Planes" than any commercial could have, except that it actually is a commercial, for both the movie and the song.  Except that it isn't.  Except that it is.
&lt;p&gt;One might see this as dispiriting: straight-up evidence that capitalism continues to mutate and evolve, spawning ever more pervasive forms.  (The fact that the explicit topic of "Paper Planes" is the circulation of capital can be read as a crowning irony.)  Or one might see it as a symbol of the unpredictability and ultimate richness of cultural cross-transmission.  Probably it's a little of both, but the fact that a simple dance track can invoke these kinds of questions pretty much exemplifies the enjoyment that I derived from M.I.A. this decade.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;h3&gt;Second Pass&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fly like paper, get high like planes
&lt;br&gt;If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
&lt;br&gt;If you come around here, I make 'em all day
&lt;br&gt;I get one down in a second if you wait&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There is something about this song that just captures me.  Maybe because it is violent, but sung by a woman.  Maybe it indulges the part of me that likes to watch gangster movies.  Maybe it is because I like to sing along with the part about murder as I am at the gym.  Maybe it is because I want to think the song is about &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqlY0VOFtyA"&gt;running a lunch truck&lt;/a&gt; like the YouTube video.   
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I love this song.  It totally sucks me in, like an action movie.  This song is total escapism for me.  This is one of the best work out songs on my iPod.   
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some some some I some I murder
&lt;br&gt;Some some some I let go
&lt;br&gt;Some some some I some I murder
&lt;br&gt;Some some some I let go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Listen: M.I.A. &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-37-paper_planes.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paper Planes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;You move into a new apartment, and you find that the former tenants have left behind a box of old cassettes, they are tattered, with labels peeling, and faded writing, and you put one in the boombox, and press the button hard to place the head firmly on the magnetic tape, and the sounds on it are masked and decrepit and slightly warped, and there is some unidentified classical music which actually sounds nice behind the patina of dust and age, and then there is a sharp garbled transition to another moment, and at some point in the life of the cassette someone tried to tape over it (perhaps accidentally) and you hear on top of the piano and strings and song (which is Shostakovich going about its business) the sounds of laughter and breathing and the pitter-patter movement around the house of a person, a child, a family, a life, along with birds chirping in trees and distorted wind and windchimes hanging from the window over the vase, near the sink with water running and voices, and you wonder what the former tenants were like and what they did for a living and what their life was like, the little gestures, and the bigger movements, and if they were happy living here, and if they were happy.   
&lt;p&gt;See also: Nmperign &amp; Jason Lescalleet – &lt;i&gt;Love Me Two Times&lt;/i&gt; (Intransitive, 2006)

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/darren%20demonsi"&gt;Darren DeMonsi&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Graham Lambkin &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-36-intro.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Even today, I'm still on the fence in regard to my opinion of &lt;i&gt;Sky Blue Sky&lt;/i&gt; as a whole. I genuinely like the album, but I don't get the same intangible feelings generated by their earlier works. Also, I remember reading more than one review that classified it as Jeff Tweedy's "happy album." With Wilco's music, there's usually so much more to think about in terms of music and lyrics, so determining or classifying an album by so generic an emotion as 'happy' or 'sad' seems utterly pointless. However, this is my favorite song featured. There's a definite melancholy in the lyrics:
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; But I know you're not listening
&lt;br&gt; Oh I know, you're not listening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt; If this is supposed to be "happy," then the reviewers must be borderline suicidal. A lot of Wilco songs seem to deal with strains in communication and understanding between two parties, and "Impossible Germany" is an excellent example of this. Also, despite the well-documented control that Tweedy has over Wilco's sound and production, this track feels like a true group effort.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Wilco &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-35-impossible_germany.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Impossible Germany&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I love the sound of this song.  It is amazingly resigned for a break-up song.  It is like the singer knew that it would never work out.  He is resigned to the fact that there was nothing he could do.  He knew that she would turn on him.  He might even be happy that it worked out this way.  It is a very interesting way to approach a break-up song. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Shins &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-34-turn_on_me.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Turn on Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I bought &lt;i&gt;The Search&lt;/i&gt; when it first came out.  I listened to it some, but nothing really stayed with me.  I would listen and it would just go away when I was done.  That is, until I saw them play live on tour for this album.  I was just blown away by seeing them play "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-33-circadian_rhythm.mp3"&gt;Circadian Rhythm&lt;/a&gt;" played live.  They played a 15-minute version of this song.  James Walbourne layered his guitar over and over again using the effects pedal as the rest of the band got ready for the next song.  It just gave me goose pimples.  Now every time I hear this song, I am back at that concert.  
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Son Volt &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-33-circadian_rhythm.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Circadian Rhythm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt; This track is deceptively simple. I went through a few different ideas for a write-up on this one, but nothing seemed to work. More than once, I've written about some songs here sounding like inspired jam sessions, and this one is no different. A little research on Wikipedia proved my hypothesis correct, as it states that Britt Daniel and company went through quite a few trials on this track, attempting to find the best sound. The bass line is blunt, and the lyrics work almost like a protest song against an ambivalent but worrisome opponent. The final two lines offer what sound like some awesome novel titles:
 &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;i&gt;Clubs and sticks and bats and balls
&lt;br&gt;For nuclear dicks with the dialect drawls
&lt;br&gt;They come from a parking lot town
&lt;br&gt;Where nothing lives in the sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Spoon &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-32-dont_make_me_a_target.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Make Me A Target&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Met a Man
&lt;br&gt;St. Augustine
&lt;br&gt;In Ray Bans
&lt;br&gt;dressed in black
&lt;br&gt;Against the tide
&lt;br&gt;Against the beach
&lt;br&gt;the neon tourist traps
&lt;br&gt;He said, "My baby I've learned to live inside my head."
&lt;br&gt;"My baby I've learned to live inside my head."
&lt;br&gt;Imaginary landlords
&lt;br&gt;and imaginary rent
&lt;br&gt;No recognition of population
&lt;br&gt;the demons left you spent
&lt;br&gt;My baby I've learned to live inside my head.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My baby I've learned to live inside my head.
&lt;br&gt;Where there's no, "Pleased to meet you"
&lt;br&gt;and no
&lt;br&gt;"Glad you noticed"
&lt;br&gt;It's a Carnival Cruise Line
&lt;br&gt;without Kathy Lee Gifford
&lt;br&gt;And I'm in love with myself.
&lt;br&gt;You can buy some time
&lt;br&gt;for change again
&lt;br&gt;but the world
&lt;br&gt;is really flat
&lt;br&gt;He sailed the oceans
&lt;br&gt;When blood turned blue
&lt;br&gt;and put shackles on the map
&lt;br&gt;My baby I've learned to live inside my head.
&lt;br&gt;Where there are dancing bears
&lt;br&gt;drinking grape flavored Kool-Aid
&lt;br&gt;Touching
&lt;br&gt;large breasted women
&lt;br&gt;Touching
&lt;br&gt;Large breasted men
&lt;br&gt;Oh I'm in love with myself.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I rarely just paste all the lyrics of a song in my write-ups.  I can usually find just a few lines that can express what I love about a song.  For some reason I just could not pick it for this song.  The lyrics of this song so totally capture me, I just had to add all of them.   
&lt;p&gt;This is a song I sing to myself for days after hearing it one time.  The lyrics and haunting voice of the singer just stay in my head.  It just keeps on bumping around in my skull.  It is the kind of song when I hear one time, I want to put it on repeat and listen to it a dozen times.   
&lt;p&gt;The first half of 2007 was a really hard time for me.  Things were just not going my way.  On some level I felt this song was perfect for me.  I had to find a way to live inside my head.  That is part of what makes this song ring out to me.   
&lt;p&gt;If nothing else, what else could you ask for than a Kathy Lee Gifford reference?   
 
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Beat the Devil &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-31-shine_in_exile.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shine In Exile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's your time, do what must be done!&lt;/i&gt; Music for PvP. All you need to know. Stop reading; fire up the blades!! Like hard metal acts such as Linkin Park and Coldplay, 3 Inches of Blood covers Chuck Norris with a plum. 
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/justin%20timberdrake"&gt;Justin Timberdrake&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: 3 Inches of Blood &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-30-trial_of_champions.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trial of Champions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;We've been driving around
&lt;br&gt;From one end of this town to the other and back
&lt;br&gt;But no one's ever seen us (No one's ever seen us)
&lt;br&gt;Driving our Econoline van (And no one's ever heard of our band)
&lt;br&gt;And no one's ever heard of our band 
&lt;br&gt;We're the Mesopotamians
&lt;br&gt;Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The music geek and the history geek in this song just collide.  I love when musicians sing about music, and I can see how a band like They Might Be Giants might identify with obscure unknowns.  
&lt;p&gt;This was the first They Might Be Giants album I loved since college.  It was like we were on different paths and we found each other again.  I just hope that I get the chance to see them tour as the Mesopotamians.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: They Might Be Giants &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-29-the_mesopotamians.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mesopotamians&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt; This song never gets old for me. It's a sly wink at pop music, both as criticism and homage. Take these lyrics on their own, separate from the song:
 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; B-a-b-y
&lt;br&gt; I love to call you 'baby'
&lt;br&gt;When we're this spaceship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt; Sappy? Yeah. Surreal? A little. But the Brunettes know exactly what they're doing, making this an intentional mashup of pop, rock anthems, and a little bit of soul for good measure. However, the kicker is that it doesn't feel like any sort of hipster irony; there's a lot of love here. I've put this track on countless mix compilations for people, yet nobody seems to share my enthusiasm. This always gives me a little boost of energy.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Brunettes &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-28-brunettes_against_bubblegum_youth.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brunettes Against Bubblegum Youth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I was told by my friend Peter that The Teeth was the best band I never heard before.  That was the day he gave me  copy of their album.  It turned out he was right.  I could not not stop listening to that album.   
&lt;p&gt;I did not want to like this album.  I wanted to prove Peter wrong.  I wanted to discount all the praise that he heaped on the Teeth, but in the end I could not. There is something about The Teeth that appeals to the geeky music lover in me.  Their sound is big and complex.  It it like they recorded it so you want to think about every choice they made.  I had to admit that they were as great Peter said.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Teeth &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/8-27-the_coolest_kid_in_school.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Coolest Kid In School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;In the Burning Crusade, an expansion to the popular (12 million players) &lt;I&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/i&gt;, a quest in the Ghostlands, a new zone south of Silvermoon City (home of the Blood Elfs), has you find a ring for Lady Silvanas, Queen of the undead Forsaken. Lady Silvanas resides in Undercity. When you give her the ring, she says, in so many words, that it was her sister's, and is meaningless, something from another life. This is a dissappointment. But then, belying her indifference, out of nowhere Sylvanas sings the Lament of the Highborne. It's a moment of narrative genius in a game that continues to surprise. 
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/justin%20timberdrake"&gt;Justin Timberdrake&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Russell Brower &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-26-lament_of_the_highborne.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lament of the Highborne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Rejoice in the pop hook.  Embrace all the happiness and joy the hook can bring you.  Amaze at the way you can use multiple pop hooks in the same song.  When I thought I knew everything, I hated the pop hook and the way it tried to manipulate me.  I had learn that I did not know everything to embrace the pop hook.  I think the best indie-pop songs embrace the pop hook and make it their own.  That is what I like so much about this A-Sides album. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: A Sides &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-25-were_the_trees.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're The Trees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too many sad words make a sad, sad song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I could not stop playing this song in the first half of 2007.  It was on over and over again for me.  From that first note of the song, it has me.  It reflected me back to myself in a way I could not deny.  As you try to wear your brave face you have to remember: too many sad words make a sad, sad song.  It was an idea that clung to me like a smell that was too strong to wash off. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Frames  &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-24-sad_songs.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sad Songs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;If M.I.A.'s &lt;i&gt;Arular&lt;/i&gt; was &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/09/2005-01-10-dollar-by-mia.html"&gt;the first album I ever bought on the strength of tracks downloaded from MP3 blogs&lt;/a&gt;, then Amiina's &lt;i&gt;Kurr&lt;/i&gt; was the first album I ever bought on the strength of hearing tracks through a streaming music service, specifically &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm"&gt;Last.fm&lt;/a&gt;, one of those websites that builds up a profile of what you've listened to in the past and then puts algorithms to work all in the name of figuring out what else you might want to hear.  You liked Band X?  You might like Band Y.  That sort of thing.  
&lt;p&gt;The fact that these services exist still strikes me as quite amazing.  Some virtual bot somewhere is hard at work identifying patterns in some vast torrent of data, just waiting for me to query it as to what it thinks I'll like?  Even if the outputted results were crap, this would still qualify as a sign that we're living in a piece of &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/07/2002-10-biographics-by-minamo.html"&gt;science fiction&lt;/a&gt;.  The fact that the outputted results are good&amp;#151; that a band like Amiina was among the first results the service ever gave me &amp;#151;is even more stirring: it fills me not just with wonder but also hope.  We're in the future, and it &lt;em&gt;isn't totally broken!&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Amiina is a group comprised of four women, best known for their occasional service as Sigur Ros' backing band.  Their music has all the elements that I admire in Sigur Ros&amp;#151; mystery, grandeur, icy beauty &amp;#151;with very little of the (masculine?) showboating that I sometimes detect in Sigur Ros' work: consequently, they're pretty much a perfect band to serve my way.
&lt;p&gt;There will be some people who lament a culture in which people get our music recommendations not from other people but from robots.  That may, in fact, be why you're here, reading this.  So this is me, a fellow human, telling you that I think you should buy this record.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Amiina &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-23-sexfaldur.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sexfaldur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry if my accent's flawed
&lt;br&gt;I learnt my German from a 7 inch record 
&lt;br&gt;Punk rock ist nicht tot!
&lt;br&gt;Punk rock ist nicht tot!
&lt;br&gt;Punk rock ist nicht tot!
&lt;br&gt;Punk rock ist nicht tot!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On some level listening to Art Brut is like hanging out with my friends.  They find a way to make me laugh even when I do not expect it.  I wonder what Nick Hornsby thinks of Art Brut. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Art Brut &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-22-st_pauli.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;St. Pauli&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;The abstract idea of "cute" depends on personal opinions, and can be used as an insult ("oh, that was cute.") However, Feist is one of the few musicians who can use cuteness as a benefit to their music. She sounds adorable here. While at first glance that may sound chauvinistic, it's anything but&amp;#151;her voice is stunning, her songwriting is terrific, and her sweetness works in stark contrast to the lyrics, which aren't as bouncy as the sound would imply:
 &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; My moon and me
&lt;br&gt; Not as good as we've been
&lt;br&gt; It's the dirtiest clean I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
 &lt;p&gt; Along with '1234,' this song was inescapable for quite some time. But going back, it hasn't lost any freshness, and Feist, in video and song, always makes me smile.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Feist &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-21-my_moon_my_man.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Moon My Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;When you are having a hard time you need music that just picks you up.  Music that seems to have an energy that you lack.  Music that knows that the world is dark, but still choses to be bright.  That is what I think of Polyphonic Spree's album &lt;i&gt;The Fragile Army&lt;/i&gt;.   
&lt;p&gt;What amazes me the most about the Polyphonic Spree is how they have been able to put out three albums and get better with each one.  It would have been so easy for them to just be a novelty.  It would have been easy for each album to be a little less than the one before.  Somehow each album has been a little more than the previous.  That makes me excited to hear their next album. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Polyphonic Spree &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-20-section_23_get_up_and_go.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Section 23: Get Up and Go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I know I said that being 34 sucked really hard.  Lots of the songs From that time remind of of that.  This song is about getting to the other side.  The guitar-driven indie pop makes me think about picking myself off the floor and dusting myself off.  That is an important moment.  You can't go forward unless you pick yourself off the floor.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Oakley Hall &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-19-rue_the_blues.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rue The Blues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;From Wikipedia: "Recently the verb 'Wyatting,' named obviously after Robert Wyatt, appeared in some blogs and music magazines to describe the practice of playing weird tracks on a pub jukebox to annoy the other pub goers. The name was coined by Carl Neville, a 36-year-old English teacher from London, because one of the favourite LPs for this effect is &lt;i&gt;Dondestan&lt;/i&gt;."
&lt;p&gt;I can't help but think that this is unfair. Robert Wyatt's music may not be everybody's thing, but to use his music as a prank on hapless drinkers does the man a grave disservice. He never meant anyone any harm, he only has a simple song to sing. One listen to the sweet, broken and warbled "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-18-stay_tuned.mp3"&gt;Stay Tuned&lt;/a&gt;" should be all the convincing one needs.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/neil%20jendon"&gt;Neil Jendon&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Robert Wyatt &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-18-stay_tuned.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stay Tuned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;This song makes me laugh.  Living in the Bay Area, I am not sure how many people in the rest of the world know what Hyphy is.  I have the feeling that it never broke out like the way the kids in Oakland wish it did.  This is MC Lars at his best.  It counts a little too much on people already knowing what he is rapping about, but the sample of Skee-Lo's "I Wish" is truly inspired. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Mc Lars &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-17.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;White Kids Aren't Hyphy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Sage Francis is sometimes classified as "emo rap." I do not use this label myself, primarily because it is stupid. In a backhanded way, though, it does sort of tell you something about him; much of his stuff is not about straightforward narrative, but about psychology and, yes, emotion. If rap songs were novels, Sage Francis's would be short on plot and long on character development. This is not totally unique, or really all that new; think of the difference between NWA's "Straight Outta Compton" and the Geto Boys' "Mind Playing Tricks on Me." Sage's subject matter is very different, though, and his approach is to the material more abstract. He's also been one of the most exciting new discoveries for me in the last few years; had I been more on the ball, I would have posted songs from him for 2004 and 2006 as well. This is from his latest, and will accomplish more in two minutes than seems reasonable to expect.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/john%20french"&gt;John French&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Sage Francis &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-16-water_line.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Water Line&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;The Clash is the greatest band ever.  One of the reasons is because when they broke up, they stayed broken up.  There are some bands have retired so many times, even Sugar Ray Leonard thinks they have done it too much.   
&lt;p&gt;That being said, "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-15-buckethead.mp3"&gt;Buckethead&lt;/a&gt;" really makes me think that Mick Jones still has that Clash fire inside of him.  I do not want to write something stupid like "Carbon/Silicon is the Clash for cyberpunks," but I do love the science-fiction narrative of this song.  The cost of carbon, &lt;i&gt;Second Life&lt;/i&gt;, class conflict&amp;#151;all in a scary world.  I think there is a great movie somewhere in this song. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Carbon/Silicon &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-15-buckethead.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buckethead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I made decisions some right and some wrong
&lt;br&gt;And I let some love go I wish wasn't gone
&lt;br&gt;These things and more I wish I had not done 
&lt;br&gt;But I can't go back
&lt;br&gt;And I don't want to
&lt;br&gt;'Cause all my mistakes
&lt;br&gt;They brought me to you&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is the song Kate and I danced to as our first dance at our wedding.  I think we both took mistake-filled paths to each other.  It is great when you can look at that path and feel good about it.  Who knows: if I avoided one of those mistakes, I might not be here now, with the woman I love.  This song now takes me back to my wedding day and that is a pretty good memory to have impressed on a song. 
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Avett Brothers &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-14-all_my_mistakes.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All My Mistakes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt; Quite a few Arcade Fire tracks, if not all of them, are almost begging to be heard live. "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-13-no_cars_go.mp3"&gt;No Cars Go&lt;/a&gt;" is no exception. This is the indie-rock answer to the stadium anthems of the likes of U2 and the Rolling Stones. In 2007, I saw them perform this live at the Chicago Theater, and the acoustics of the venue were literally perfect for the rise and sonic atmosphere. The lyrics are simple and beautiful, but the music here always draws my complete attention. The background vocals serve as separate instruments, creating a stunning blend.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Arcade Fire &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-13-no_cars_go.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Cars Go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;In the last years of the decade, I went back to listening to a lot of electronic dance music.  Dormant since the late 1990s, this love was re-awakened by my discovery of terrific European techno acts like Daft Punk and Justice.  Try as I might, I just can't resist this kind of music: my response to it, in fact, borders on the Pavlovian.  Give me some fat synth lines and some dance-floor-destroying beats and my brain automatically responds by flooding my mesolimbic reward pathway with massive amounts of dopamine.  Shameful, really.
&lt;p&gt;Perhaps my reaction can be best illustrated with an audio-visual aid.  Here's a video of myself dancing (in disguise no less!) to "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-11-superheroes_2007.mp3"&gt;Superheroes 2007&lt;/a&gt;," a track by The Toxic Avenger, an act who's less well-known than some of the other French techno practicioners, but every bit as fantastic.  (Special thanks to K. for introducing me to him.)  &lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed wmode="opaque" src="http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/video/flvplayer/flvplayer.swf?v=200910310158" FlashVars="config=http%3A%2F%2Ftopsecret.ning.com%2Fvideo%2Fvideo%2FshowPlayerConfig%3Fid%3D2659035%253AVideo%253A21640%26ck%3D-&amp;amp;video_smoothing=on&amp;amp;autoplay=off&amp;amp;isEmbedCode=1" width="456" height="344" bgColor="#000000" scale="noscale" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(part of the &lt;a href="http://topsecret.ning.com/video/video"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Top Secret Dance Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I believe that my rubbery, blurry flailings say everything there is to say that's good about this music.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Toxic Avenger &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-11-superheroes_2007.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superheroes 2007&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm in a crisis
&lt;br&gt;I need help
&lt;br&gt;Come on mood shift, shift back to good again
&lt;br&gt;Come on mood shift, shift back to good again
&lt;br&gt;Come on, be a friend 
&lt;br&gt;Chemicals, don't flatten my mind
&lt;br&gt;Chemicals, don't mess me up this time
&lt;br&gt;Know you bait me way more than you should
&lt;br&gt;And it's just like you to hurt me when I'm feeling good 
&lt;br&gt;Come on chemicals&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The first half of 2007 was really hard.  I was getting my ass kicked on several fronts.  To say the least it was not fun.  I remember getting &lt;i&gt;Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?&lt;/i&gt; right before a business trip. I must have listened to this album three times a day while I was on that trip.  The album made so much sense to me in that mental space.  The album has an angry, energetic, let's-burn-the-whole-thing-down feeling, while being upbeat at the same time.  I could feel bad but not wallow it at the same time.  That is a great feeling.   
&lt;p&gt;I know it was not written this way, but I saw the chemicals in this song as my brain chemicals.  I wanted my brain's own chemicals to help me out and lift me up.  It seemed to make a lot of sense to me at the time. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Of Montreal &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-10-heimdalsgate_like_a_promethean_curse.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I waited fifteen years for another Public Enemy song that made me feel like this.  I kept on listening know there had to be another great Public Enemy song some day.  I hoped that they would find that thing that made them so great back in the day.  It turned out that the album &lt;i&gt;How You Sell Soul to a Soulless People Who Sold Their Soul? &lt;/i&gt; was the album I was waiting for.  After a long period of Public Enemy missing the mark, this album made them seem just as important at they were in 1989.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Public Enemy &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-09-harder_than_you_think.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harder Than You Think&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;The first thing I love about this song is the story; a classic Bonnie and Clyde type tale with a happy ending. The second thing I love about it is that it references Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen and Johnny Cash. The third thing I love about it is the way those two things combined with minimal piano make for such a lovely ballad.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/april%20walker"&gt;April Walker&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Joe Purdy &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-08-outlaws.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outlaws&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I know lots of people love Laura Veirs.  I have the feeling that she is singing only to me, even though lots of other people probably feel the same way.  I hear her songs and I have a connection that I cannot explain to anyone else.  I cannot tell someone else why to like her songs.  I cannot be sure they make sense to anyone else.  They must, because I know of tons of other people who love her.  I feel she is telling me directly to not let myself be lost.  Am I alone in this feeling?

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Laura Viers &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-07-dont_lose_yourself.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Lose Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;  They'll fight, they'll fight
&lt;br&gt;  They'll fight for your neural walls
&lt;br&gt;  And plasicities
&lt;br&gt;  And precious territory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
 
&lt;p&gt;As much as it fits the other songs and atmospheres of &lt;i&gt;Armchair Apocrypha,&lt;/i&gt; Andrew Bird's "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-06-plasticities.mp3"&gt;Plasicities&lt;/a&gt;" feels like it would have blended well on his previous work, &lt;i&gt;The Mysterious Production of Eggs.&lt;/i&gt; With an amazing "orchestral-pop" backdrop and lyrics that blend art and science, this track represents the best of Mr. Bird. This song is especially poignant. The "they" mentioned feel especially ominous, paired with the battle cry to reclaim space, thoughts, and independence. It's indie pop meets dystopian future landscapes. This may not have been his original intention, but if a track can lend itself to such wild possibilities, that's not a bad thing.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Andrew Bird &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-06-plasticities.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plasticities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I am not sure how there can be another music bio pic for at least 10 years after &lt;i&gt;Dewey Cox&lt;/i&gt; came out.  It really makes fun of every cliche that music biopics have been living on for years.  On top of that, the music was great.  It is as good as Spinal Tap, as hard as that is to believe.  It might be better because it is making fun of movies more than music.  
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Dewey Cox &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-05-walk_hard.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walk Hard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Euro heart-throb Jens Lekman has an outsized personality, and that personality seems sometimes to be an equal mix of arrogance and self-deprecation.  This is a combination that understandably makes him hard for some people to take, but to dismiss him too fast would be an error: he has unquestionable gifts as a song-writer, and his best tracks are characterized by sharp wit and a precision of observation which remains all too rare in the indie-pop scene.  &lt;i&gt;Night Falls Over Kortedala&lt;/i&gt;, the 2007 follow-up to his well-regarded 2005 album &lt;i&gt;Oh You're So Silent, Jens&lt;/i&gt;, misses as often as it hits, but it ends on the great "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-04-friday_night_at_the_drive_in_bingo.mp3"&gt;Friday Night At The Drive-In Bingo&lt;/a&gt;," a track which trenchantly sketches the way urban hipster youngsters like himself think about small-town life.  Lekman points out the way that he/we cheerfully fetishize half-imagined "quaint" qualities of "the country," while simultaneously imagining ways that we can transform it into something more hipster-friendly, a process that would annihilate whatever sense of difference drew us there in the first place.  Clever, insightful, and spry: it's songs like this that draw me to Lekman and keep me coming back.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Jens Lekman &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-04-friday_night_at_the_drive_in_bingo.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday Night At The Drive-In Bingo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never thought I could love anyone but myself.
&lt;br&gt;Now I know I can't love anyone but you.
&lt;br&gt;You make me think that maybe I won't die alone.
&lt;br&gt;Maybe I won't die alone.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It amazes me when I hear a song that says just want I am thinking at the time.  I heard this song for the first time a few weeks after Kate moved in with me.  I had spent a long time getting ready to spend my life alone.  I would like to think that time was not wasted.  That time helped me appreciate what I found in Kate.  It is good to know that I am not the only person to feel that way. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Ingrid Michaelson &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-03-die_alone.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Die Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;What an age of wonders we live in that there is such a thing as Afghani Black Metal. Norway should just pack it up.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/neil%20jendon"&gt;Neil Jendon&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Taarma &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-02-sea_of_blood.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sea of Blood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, oh, turn up your stereo
&lt;br&gt;Oh, oh, drown out the static on the FM radio&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After Neutral Milk Hotel, Apples In Stereo are my favorite Elephant 6 band.  I love Robert Schneider's power-pop-meets-Brian-Wilson sensibility.  I think that &lt;i&gt;New Magnetic Wonder&lt;/i&gt; is a masterpiece.  It collects all the good aspects of Apples In Stereo and blows them out your speakers, making you want to turn the volume all the way up.     

&lt;p&gt;""&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/8-01-can_you_feel_it.mp3"&gt;Can You Feel It&lt;/a&gt;" is the best opening track of the decade.  It sets the table for the rest of the album.  It is a way to tell the listener that this album will be fun and exciting.  My heart races just hearing the opening guitar riff.  Right now I want to jump up and dance around.   
&lt;p&gt;In 2007 both Apples In Stereo and Of Montreal got out from under Neutral Milk Hotel's shadow for good.    This album is a big part of that.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Apples In Stereo  &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2007/08-01-can_you_feel_it.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can You Feel It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;And so we draw the curtain on 2006.  This blog will now rest until Monday, November 2, when we will begin posting tracks from 2007. 
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I'll meet you at the bottom if there really is one
&lt;br&gt;They always told me when you hit it you'll know it
&lt;br&gt;But I've been falling so long it's like gravity's gone and I'm just floating&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In 2006 I turned 34.  Being 34 sucked, really, really sucked.  The month I turned 34 my employee told me he wanted to work in another department, my boss told me he was leaving for a start-up, and my girlfriend broke up with me.  Both my work life and my personal life seemed to be falling apart.  It kept on getting worse for a long time.  It did not get better until after I turned 35. 
&lt;p&gt;"Gravity's Gone" is what most of 2006 felt like for me.  The album was released in April, more than enough time for it to be ready for my June swoon.  At some point in that year it felt like I was never going to hit the bottom, so this song was perfect. 
&lt;p&gt;What I really love about this song is the tone.  It is not sad or depressed.  I would say it is resigned and accepting.  There is a 'fuck it all if this is the way the world is going to treat me' attitude in this song.  I think that is why the song put a smile on my face as everything was happening.   I guess that is part of the country music tradition. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Drive-By Truckers &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-52-gravitys_gone.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gravity's Gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;A dry wind of fine dust particles.  Hushed.  A forgotten scientific textbook.  Railroad clack. Motes. Indeterminate position.  Upstairs neighbors rearranging furniture.  Rust. Long discrete.  Dull thump.  Carved in wood.  Scratch.  Long continuous.  Dry temp.  A barely legible faded graph.  A chart with no key.  Flattened.  Muffled conversation.  Suspended solids.  Table.  Listen closely.  Rustle.  Rubbing produces static concentration.  Smoke on the horizon.  Relationships between unique elements.  The bones of animals.  Silence.  Null columns.  Erosion of stone and rock through slow processes. Etched in black.  Motionless.  A rock with blue scrapes.  Sub-micron guest particles.  The origin of language.  Shutter click.  A single index structure quickly degrades as time progresses.  Location.  Chair groan. Footfalls.  Smudged stamp in a passport.  Grit.  Blurry sepia photographs.  A bare branch.  Relations between discrete objects.  Fonts.  Pitch tuning an instrument.  Seed.  A hierarchy of sounds. A joist where two lines meet.  Fingers tapping.  Silica.  Dial tone.  Shells and fossils.  Minute.  Chalk on your hands.  An error in data.  A broken fan. A thicket of trees.  Boredom.  Taking a longview.  Decaying matters.  Friction.  Fallen branch.  Amplify and multiply.  Logos.  Map of Clayoquot.  Detrius.  Resolution.  Shadings of dark lantern shadows.  Whimper.  Creaky floorboards.  Dead stars.  Paint chips.  Distant sigh.  Oxidize.  Wet bark.  Peeling posters on a public wall.  Frayed rope. Scribbled in the margins.  A spade sliding in soft earth.  Hissing desert wind.  Hunger pangs.  Grain. Curious buzzing.  Bleached kite.  Condensation.  The outline of fog.  Grey patterns in chipped metal.  Hieroglyphs.  Smell of cardamom.  Fragments of brown glass.  Calculations.  Weeds never uprooted.   
&lt;p&gt;A violin whispering lost memories in your ear. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/darren%20dimonsi"&gt;Darren DiMonsi&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Jakob Ullmann &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-51-a_catalogue_of_sounds.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Catalogue of Sounds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" (excerpt)
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once I wanted to be the greatest
&lt;br&gt;No wind or waterfall could stall me
&lt;br&gt;And then came the rush of the flood
&lt;br&gt;Stars at night turned deep to dust&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I was never a Cat Power fan before &lt;i&gt;The Greatest.&lt;/i&gt;  There was something about this album that just captured me.  It was one of those albums I listed to for weeks.  It was in my car CD player for almost a whole year before I took it out.  Now it really sounds like 2006 to me. 
&lt;p&gt;There a resignation and loss to the song "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-50-the_greatest.mp3"&gt;The Greatest&lt;/a&gt;."  You wanted to be the Greatest, but you know you will never be the Greatest now.  In my head I can see a boxer coming to terms.  If you do not want to be the Greatest, you cannot be a boxer; you cannot take that kind of beating without wanting that.  Somewhere in me I know all these things to be true.   
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Cat Power &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-50-the_greatest.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Greatest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I admit that I do not entirely get the Fiery Furnaces.  I feel like a lot of their songs are over my head.  There is something there, but I am not getting it.  They are the kind of band that reviewers love to gush over because no one can call them on their opinions.  They are the kind of band that maybe we would get if we were smarter.  Then again, maybe not. 
&lt;p&gt;I like "Borneo" because it has that feeling of wild adventure, all fit in 4:17.   The pace and dissonance make the song hard to follow.  I am not sure what it really means, but I am not sure anyone else does either. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Fiery Furnaces &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-48-borneo.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Borneo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;When I was younger, certain songs would make me think about ways to shoot a music video for them.  That stopped happening once I got out of college.  This song makes me want to shoot a music video again.  The music of this song makes me see something; makes me think about the song's visual aspect.  
&lt;p&gt;This song has a drive behind it that really makes my mind go into overdrive.  It is a great feeling.  If I was younger I would be moshing right now.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Built to Spill &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-47-goin_against_your_mind.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goin' Against Your Mind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;h3&gt;Roundtable Part One: &lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-45-loose_lips.mp3"&gt;"Loose Lips"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;So if you wanna burn yourself, remember that I love you
&lt;br&gt;And if you wanna cut yourself, remember that I love you
&lt;br&gt;And if you wanna kill yourself, remember that I love you
&lt;br&gt;Call me up before you're dead, we can make some plans instead
&lt;br&gt;Send me an IM, I'll be your friend&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I bought &lt;i&gt;Remember That I Love You&lt;/i&gt; because in 2006 I was in the middle of my K Records buying frenzy.  Yeah, at that time I would buy any album that K Records put out on eMusic.  That is who I was for a while.  I guess I was coming to the Kimya Dawson party late, but at least I got there before &lt;i&gt;Juno&lt;/i&gt;.   
&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember That I Love You&lt;/i&gt; is an amazing, heartfelt album with a lo-fi production that fits very well.  Listening to the album, you feel like you are getting to know Kimya Dawson.  There is a part of me that wants to draw comparisons Between Kimya Dawson with Daniel Johnson and John Darnielle, but I feel any comparison won't give Kimya her full due.  She is making different music than either of them and she should be seen as such.  
&lt;p&gt;This album has little nuggets of happiness, pain, fear and optimism.  Back in 2006 I could not stop talking to people about this album, but I am not sure anyone listened to me. 
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;h3&gt;Roundtable Part Two: 
&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-46-i_like_giants.mp3"&gt;"I Like Giants"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In 2009, I learned every word of this song, as part of a plan to sing it from memory.  Unaccompanied.  In public.  Memorizing it wasn't all that easy: the song has a lot of words.  It also has an unusual verse structure, with a lot of irregular repetition that proved tricky.  But let's set the diabolical aspects aside and look at what else this song contains: a fable, an autobiographical narrative, a vision of religious practice that is both attainable and open-ended, an injunction against suicide made by the suicidal, and a prescription for how to move in the world meaningfully.  When I sang it successfully I got a standing ovation.

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Kimya Dawson &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-45-loose_lips.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loose Lips&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" | "&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-46-i_like_giants.mp3"&gt;I Like Giants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;A bonus track off the UK release of &lt;i&gt;Eyes Open&lt;/i&gt; which, for me, outshines all of the other songs. The sentiment behind "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-44-warmer_climate.mp3"&gt;Warmer Climate&lt;/a&gt;" is hardly new or revolutionary but the lyrics are just plain gorgeous, making it feel like something more, something bigger.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe it's the warmer climate
&lt;br&gt;Maybe I'm a smarter primate
&lt;br&gt;Maybe it's the beer I'm drinking
&lt;br&gt;Maybe I've stopped over-thinking
&lt;br&gt;Baby you're the words and chapters
&lt;br&gt;The sweetness in the morning after
&lt;br&gt;You are the cry that turns to laughter
&lt;br&gt;You're the hope that ends disaster
&lt;p&gt;The universe just vanished out of sight
&lt;br&gt;And all the stars collapsed behind the pitch black night
&lt;br&gt;And I can barely see your face in front of mine
&lt;br&gt;But it is knowing you are there that makes me fine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/april%20walker"&gt;April Walker&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Snow Patrol &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-44-warmer_climate.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warmer Climate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I do not know what to call this song.  I am not sure if it is geek-tronica, nouveau wave, lo-pro-tool-fi, or something else.  I know it is enjoyable and makes me want to dance.  That is all that is important.  Let's have some fun and play this song again.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Mathematicians &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-43-binary_girl.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Binary Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I am not sure what else there is to say about the Mountain Goats.  They are one of the best acts of the decade.  Their songs are deep, dark, expensive, narrative and more than I ever expect.  I feel like they have passed me somewhere and it is no use for me to try to keep up.  I just listen and try to learn something.  There is more there than I can say. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Mountain Goats &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-42-get_lonely.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get Lonely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I hesitate to say that 2006 was the year that mash-ups "grew up," because a youthful insouciance&amp;#151;even a &lt;em&gt;brattiness&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#151;is really central to a good mash-up.  It's not a form that can really be said to "mature."  But 2006 was the year, it seems to me, that a few people began to realize that if they wanted to stand out they were going to need to do more than just line up a vocal track with a backing track that kinda fit with it in some kinda funny way.  They were going to need to do &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; more.  They were going to need to take it to a &lt;em&gt;whole new level&lt;/em&gt;.  Of the people who tried to complexify the form, the most impressive, for my money, was DJ Gregg Gillis, aka Girl Talk, whose average track combines not two but &lt;em&gt;dozens&lt;/em&gt; of culture's most memorable hooks, utterances and incantations.  I wouldn't ever have thought that I'd buy an entire album of mash-ups, but Gillis' &lt;i&gt;Night Ripper&lt;/i&gt; (2006) provides a pleasure-yield so concentrated that it easily qualifies as one of my favorites of the decade.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Girl Talk &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-41-once_again.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once Again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I think I love K Records bands because I mostly have them to myself.  If I mention the name Karl Blau to most the people I know, they think I am talking about someone I work with.  They have no idea I am talking about a musician I really like.  No one else in my life has ever mentioned the &lt;i&gt;Beneath Waves&lt;/i&gt; album.  I am not afraid of other people finding out about Karl Blau, but I just think they never will.

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Karl Blau &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-40-notion.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Notion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;One of the things I love most about "Tall Green Grass" is the story that Cory tells when he plays the song live. A friend passed the live recording on to me about the same time that I got the album, so to me the story is as much a part of the song as the lyrics. The song feels like summer, those kind of wasted summer days that aren't wasted at all because doing nothing and lying about in fields with your friends is the best way to spend a summer day.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warm molasses midnight on a Mississippi star
&lt;br&gt;Candy apple moon on the hood of my car
&lt;br&gt;Never could've told me you'd've gone this far
&lt;br&gt;I can't even tell you where the fuck we are.
&lt;p&gt;Must be off the radar, off the map
&lt;br&gt;Stretched out in the tall green grass
&lt;br&gt;It's only green, against the blue
&lt;br&gt;It's only me, against you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/april%20walker"&gt;April Walker&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Cory Branan &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-39-tall_green_grass.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tall Green Grass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" | "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2005/7-39-tall_green_grass_live.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tall Green Grass [Live]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-37-fraud_in_the_80s.mp3"&gt;"Fraud in the 80's"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;See the glow up above
&lt;br&gt;See it glow telling us it rained on the streets of London
&lt;br&gt;Like it pours on other towns
&lt;br&gt;But the glistening of make-up helps to construct a better clown 
&lt;br&gt;And you will surely find this news pleasing to your ears 
&lt;br&gt;You can surely try to be more alive&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every even year in the 2000's I took a trip to Portland.  Even though I only lived there for one year, it is still one of my favorite places to go.  It is a great place to get away from the life I am living for a few days.  Because of all Portland's great record shops, of course I would always visit one while I was up there, and I would buy an album that had just come out.  In 2006 the album was Mates of State's &lt;i&gt;Bring It Back&lt;/i&gt;.  I took the title as a sign that I should buy the album.  I could not have been more lucky.  It is one of my favorite albums of this decade. 
&lt;p&gt;I love angry music.  Not music that is full of rage, but rather the anger of "Oh yeah? Well, I'll show you."  The kind of anger that makes athletes want to win.  "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-37-fraud_in_the_80s.mp3"&gt;Fraud in the 80's&lt;/a&gt;" has that kind of anger.  You can hear it in the keyboards, the drums, and singing.  It is the kind of anger that makes me want to turn the stereo all the way up and speed on the freeway.  
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-38-like_u_crazy.mp3"&gt;"Like U Crazy"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I saw Mates of State play as the first act before Death Cab For Cutie and Spoon.  The last song they played was "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-38-like_u_crazy.mp3"&gt;Like U Crazy&lt;/a&gt;."  When they play it live they use a section of Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy" as the bridge.  When I heard it, I thought that it was even better than Cat Power playing "Crazy" as an encore.  I thought it was a nice way to take a song that just came out and add it to their song that just came out.  Somehow this made the song even better.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Mates of State &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-37-fraud_in_the_80s.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fraud In The 80s&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" | "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-38-like_u_crazy.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like U Crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I don't know anything about Ben Frost that can't be found in his Wikipedia entry, which isn't much. His 2006 album, &lt;i&gt;Theory of Machines,&lt;/i&gt; is one of the most unabashedly beautiful things I've heard in a long time. This track has a regrettable title, but I'm willing to let that slide.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/neil%20jendon"&gt;Neil Jendon&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Ben Frost &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-36-we_love_you_michael_gira.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We Love You Michael Gira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;When someone breaks up with you, every song is a breakup song.  You hear breakup songs every time music comes on.  Even songs you might not have seen as breakup songs at other times are breakup songs now.  It is even better if the song has some nice Country/Blues guitar riffs.  A song like this gets stuck in the moment.  Even when you get over the breakup the song is still a breakup song.  It is one of those things you just need to leave in the past.  
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Magnolia Electric Co &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-35-dont_fade_on_me.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Fade On Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;She says my name. I say, "Julia." (knock) She understands? (enter) I say, "Sorry, Stacy." I say, "Just kidding, Tina." I say, "All right, Margaret." (wind through party) I say, "Come on, Wendy." (aside) How long can I go without saying her name? How long before I run out?&lt;/i&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;I enjoy this this song for some strange reason.  There is a story here, but not really a story.  It is a small clip of an interaction between two people.  It is enough to make me want me to know more, but there is no more to know.  There is something amazing in that.   

&lt;i&gt;She doesn't know how recently I've been reading a book of baby names.&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Bound Stems &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-34-book_of_baby_names.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book of Baby Names&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;With quite a few of my selections for this project, I've written about how some female singers can sound strong and fragile at the same time. Mark Lanegan does that perfectly on this track. He and Campbell sound amazing together on this disc, but I almost wish that this particular song was a solo for him.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not saying I love you, I won't say I'll be true,
&lt;br&gt;There's a crimson bird flying when I go down on you
&lt;br&gt;I'm so weary and lonesome and it's cold in the night,
&lt;br&gt;When the path to your doorway is a pathway of light.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
 
&lt;p&gt;There are very few songs that can be evocations of both masculinity, insecurity, and sensitivity. Lanegan sounds tough, but there's much more being painfully pushed down below the surface. Jeremy &lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/2009/08/2004-03-all-wine-by-national.html"&gt;wrote&lt;/a&gt; about The National expressing masculinity in the 21st century on the track "All the Wine." While these are two vastly different songs, I think that "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-33-do_you_wanna_come_walk_with_me.mp3"&gt;Come Walk With Me&lt;/a&gt;" is another chapter in intelligent musical looks at what it means to be a man, fraught with complexities and a myriad of emotions.
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jamie%20yates"&gt;Jamie Yates&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Isobel Campbell and Mark Lanegan &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-33-do_you_wanna_come_walk_with_me.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Do You Wanna) Come Walk With Me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I know that live album banter has been done to death.  I know that it has been played out to the end.  I just the love version of this song.  I love the way he asks the audience to sing along, the reference to the Bible, and how he calls his mother during the song.  Some times you just need to give in to that indulgence. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: The Frames &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-32-people_get_ready.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Get Ready&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;p&gt;I still have a difficult time writing or even thinking coherently about Hurricane Katrina and its impact.  I remember spending hours online in 2005, reading the news reports, my sensation of horror growing wider and deeper as the disaster unfolded.  I strained to get a mental handle on the full scope of it, but never quite managed, certainly not enough to develop anything meaningful to say.
&lt;p&gt;Fortunately, other people persevered where I quailed, and we now have our share of relevant statements on Katrina.  If I were going to pick one song that "says something" lasting about the disaster, I'd choose Lil Wayne's "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-31-georgia_bush.mp3"&gt;Georgia...Bush&lt;/a&gt;," a track that serves as quality evidence of Chuck D's famous assertion that hip-hop is the "CNN of Black America."  In just under four minutes, Wayne discusses governmental incompetence at both the national and local levels, logistical difficulties for returning residents, conspiracy theories about the levees, and 1965’s Hurricane Benson.  Wayne's political invective is satisfyingly inflammatory, but ultimately his verses provide no catharsis: he lingers on images of misery and death, leaving a lasting sensation only of irreperable harm, a thing that his anger&amp;#151;and ours&amp;#151;can't erase. 

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/jeremy%20bushnell"&gt;Jeremy Bushnell&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: DJ Drama and Lil Wayne &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-31-georgia_bush.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Georgia...Bush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"

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&lt;p&gt;I was never a huge mash-up fan.  Most them just sound like clever novelties and not something that I want to listen to over and over again.  I find most of them unlistenable after two or three times.  This one, though, is the exception.  "Crazy" and "The Logical Song" together feels like a stroke of genius.  There is just something so perfect with adding these songs together.  

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/rich%20thomas"&gt;Rich Thomas&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Arty Fufkin &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-30-crazy_logic.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crazy Logic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-28-ghost_repeater.mp3"&gt;"Ghost Repeater"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-28-ghost_repeater.mp3"&gt;Ghost Repeater&lt;/a&gt;" was my introduction to Jeffrey Foucault and it was love at first listen. I subsequently fell in love with the entire album which, appropriately enough, the title track captures the feeling of quite nicely. It's a song I want to turn up all the way. I say that a lot about my favorite songs, but I guess that's an indication of just how much I love it, wanting to listen to it as loud as absolutely possible. It just makes me feel so free somehow, makes me want to drive around the west.
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&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-29-mesa_arizona.mp3"&gt;"Mesa, Arizona"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
I love Jeffrey's imagery, his ability to turn the mundane and unnoticed into some of the most beautiful things.
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the sky all full of starlings
&lt;br&gt;And an ax blade shining in the sun
&lt;br&gt;You're the angel touched a coal
&lt;br&gt;Against my lips
&lt;br&gt;You're my only one
&lt;p&gt;Reel to reel
&lt;br&gt;The country rolls
&lt;br&gt;And the towns slide by
&lt;br&gt;Like ghost repeaters
&lt;br&gt;Of faded billboards &amp; big-box stores
&lt;br&gt;Like a movie of an empty theater
&lt;br&gt;You look around and wonder
&lt;br&gt;When the seams are going to fail
&lt;br&gt;And how dear the cost of living
&lt;br&gt;Where everything's for sale
&lt;br&gt;Except you you're my one
&lt;br&gt;You're my only one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p align="right"&gt;&amp;#151;&lt;a href="http://aughtmusic.blogspot.com/search/label/april%20walker"&gt;April Walker&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Listen: Jeffrey Foucault &gt;&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-28-ghost_repeater.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ghost Repeater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" |  "&lt;a href="http://www.imaginaryyear.com/raccoon/audio/2006/7-29-mesa_arizona.mp3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mesa, Arizona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"
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