Category Archives: Music commentary

Decade

An Essay: by Patrick McKenna

He walks along the mud-splattered sidewalk while cars drive through puddles and a crackling guitar is his only soundtrack. Decade. One of those walks where he needed to tune everything out and focus on two goals: get from point A to point B and let the riffs of Neil Young guide your path.

It starts with a flimsy, scratchy guitar run in “Cowgirl in the sand.” The music has some bizarre power of ultimate transportation, as if a few notes together have some interlocking command of the senses. The repetitious solo gets tiresome around minute seven, and he makes a decision. Skip.

All of a sudden, gentle piano and gentler singing graces his ears. “I was thinking of what a friend had said, I was hoping it was a lie.” Those words transitioning into that horn park speaks to him like nothing else could. Thoughts of self-doubt and shame float about, but the beautiful tune squashes those out. “All in a dream, in a dream…” He thinks about his own love for Mother Nature, his own new home in this world.

Just like that, a brewing, boisterous opening to “Tonight’s the Night” enters. The bass thumps and pumps with the rest of Crazy Horse. A wagging finger and bitter call for a friend is all Neil Young has. He probably knew this night would happen eventually. He knew the tale of Bruce Berry’s life isn’t sustainable. But a good jam might help the pain.

The walk is almost over. He knows how he wants to end it.

He puts on “Heart of Gold,” and it’s like a weight on his back falls to the floor. He knows what its like to get old, to search fall and in between for a heart of gold.

He wants to experience life. He wants to always, always keep searching.

He’ll find his heart of gold. And when he does, he’ll remember Neil Young. He’ll remember what music has the power to do to his brain.

And he’ll remember this walk.

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Fox’s Fourth

Wowie guys, its been a steamy minute since i’ve done one of these little playlists.

I’ve been keeping busy… discovering the natural wonders of the world through part time factory jobs and old time literature courses. The music hasn’t stopped though. Here’s a short showcase of the music munchies i’ve been macking on lately: Continue reading Fox’s Fourth

The New Age of Fluid Musical Identities

This past summer, I had the privilege of enjoying a major music festival that took place a stone throw (and three stops on the Blue Line) away from my Chicago suburb, Elmhurst, Ill. I was overflowing with excitement as I prepared myself for my first experience with Chicago’s Pitchfork Music Festival, a festival known for guaranteeing a lineup of diversity so strong it would put the original organizers of the ‘60s Monterey Pop and Woodstock Festival into a fit of shock.

I had a list of 16 different artists I hoped to catch glimpses at, some deserving a simple sitting and watching-glimpse while others were given hours of pre-show wait time. Interestingly enough, the many different friends and old high school classmates I saw at the festival also had hopes to make bizarre show transitions similar to my own, going from a punk-rock set to a vocal-focused, more synth-heaving experimental pop.

Saturday led me to hop from boisterous hip-hop MC Danny Brown, where crowd-surfing and mobs of sweaty teens shouting obscenities back and forth lasted the entire performance, to art-rock mqueen St. Vincent, where flocks of fans would be heard crying through smiles and song at the musician’s delectable, and then end with the legendary indie-rock group Neutral Milk Hotel.

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A love letter to Dave Grohl

Dear Dave,

First off, I would like to thank you for looking equally majestic with long hair as you do with short hair. Its just uncanny the level of intensity and warmth that you supply, whether sporting the simple soul patch or the full goatee. Similar to your musical endeavors, it’s nearly impossible to provide anything mediocre. Also Nirvana was decent, I guess.

Now that I got the more embarrassing side of the laundry list of praising I have out of the way, I’d like to move onto recognizing your latest project, the album/documentary series Sonic Highways.

Here’s the thing, David. Can I call you David? Great, I feel like we’re on that level too. Anyways, to put it bluntly, I think the documentary series is the greatest thing created since heated bathroom floors. Actually, fuck it. It’s better.

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Fox Jackson Marcodocious and His Third Playlist

Hey everybody, Jacky boy here. Guess what? I’ve gone and found a few more sound smoothies for all the village to sip on. I’ve got a diverse menu today. You’ll find some old favorites, some hot
new players…maybe even a deep cut or two! Not as poetic this week, i mostly used complete sentences.
I’m training myself to be the next hot writer for rolling stone. Continue reading Fox Jackson Marcodocious and His Third Playlist

Fox’s poetic playlist 2

Let me take this opportunity to welcome all of you to the second installment of my already famed
column, Pathetic playlist poetry. Here, you will find everything you need musically, sonically, sexually, and aestetically. The game goes like this. I stumble upon songs i like, (or recall old ones in a pinch)
scribe sonnets and shit trinkets about them, and then you listen to them. I am not legally responsible for any time
wasted or any offense you may take to my language. I didn’t make most of these words up, i just write them.
With that in mind, enjoy the sequel to last week’s smash hit. “Fox’s Poetic Playlist Part 2” Continue reading Fox’s poetic playlist 2

A Conversation with singer-songwritier Israel Nash

This interview was done by the Hound for MOVE Magazine, the A&E section of University of Missouri’s student newspaper, the Maneater.

 

For singer-songwriter Israel Nash, his tour stop in Columbia at Mojo’s will hold more sentimentality than most artists who blow through town. Nash, who’s scheduled to perform Sunday, spent his younger years attending MU as an undergrad and graduate student—but more importantly, grew as a musician within Columbia’s local scene.

The Neil Young-esque rocker, with a grainy voice that sings of finding love and living in solitude, found his way in the Columbia scene, and since leaving school has released three albums while extensively touring the U.S. and Europe. In preparation for his concert, Nash spoke with MOVE about music in relation to his beginnings in rural Missouri, his times at MU and his current residence in the country outside of Austin, Texas.

 

M: How did growing up in Missouri shape your life, musically?

IN: I grew up around the Ozarks. Coming to Columbia was my first time really around a metropolitan area. My dad was a pastor so small churches in Missouri and places where people just sang and didn’t care. But being in small towns, you don’t know what you’re supposed to do if you want to really pursue music. So coming to Columbia, that’s when things really started happening in my musical career.

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