I went to the record shop and bought a couple of CDs yesterday: the double-disk Andrew Bird special edition of Noble Beast/Useless Creatures, and the Animal Collective album, Merriweather Post Pavilion
, whose artwork artwork was a little disappointing. Not only does the art not undulate like it seems to in the web images, but the inside is…lacking.
You wouldn’t think that a trip to the record shop would be at all noteworthy, but it is when you consider that my purchases yesterday were only the third and fourth compact discs that I’ve purchased in the last two years.
Why would I do it if I was only going to spin them once (to rip them) and then put them on the shelf to collect dust? Mostly it’s because I’ve realized the value in having those physical albums as a kind of backup. I can re-rip them if I ever want them at a higher or lower bitrate, or if anything happens to the files, I always have those backups of my favorite record. It still hurt a little bit to put out that much money, and I can’t say that I got any sort of “I really miss going to the record shop” feeling, but there was a satisfaction to having that physical product, knowing that I could rip it as I wanted.
As an aside: if you’re in an arguing mood, I took another stab at clarifying my stance on digital vs. physical albums over on Naive Harmonies. I know it’s been said before, but…if you’re up for the debate, I always am.
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Every time I hear The Juan MacLean, I wonder why I don’t listen to him/them more. I think that may change after this song.
Hooks can often be pinpointed. You can usually find a song’s catchiness in a riff or a melodic phrase or even just in a part that you can yell really loud (HEY!).
There’s something comforting and familiar about this song, in a way that I wouldn’t be at all surprised that the central melodic hook at “sleeping in the afternoon” is something that’s almost exactly the same as some other older song. But I don’t really care or want to know. It’s just a pleasant and catchy song with an insistent drum pattern to get the head bopping back and forth, nice enough to make the world melt away, which is exactly what we all look for in music.
There’s something…luxurious about Sam Prekop’s voice. Yeah, he makes every song sound exactly the same, but it’s the sound of sinking into a comfy chair and reading something fascinating. That is: relaxed but wide awake and excited.
Ra Ra Riot is a band that even sounds young, probably because they are, which puts them in the same 2008 bucket as Black Kids or Los Campesinos, though they really just remind me of a more exuberant Matt Pond PA. And like Matt Pond PA, most of the stuff kind of floats by without me really thinking a whole lot about it.