There's more to be said about Anglo ethnic music, and New Orleanstoo. Both dwarf Kanye West. But they're whole traditions. He's asingle artist--which doesn't mean a singles artist, though this yearhe won in that category as well. Not to hang too much off a two-albumoeuvre, but having cruised to first place with The CollegeDropout last year, West did well just to release a follow-up in2005. That Late Registration should prove his secondconsecutive full-length to come on strong and then keep getting bettermakes him look like one of those rare "actual genius"singer-songwriters that singles consumer advocate Joshua Cloverconsiders an inadequate excuse for our hero-hyping electoralritual. With The College Dropout it was jokes that remainedfunny while they got serious; with Late Registration it's musicso rich you never tire of unlayering its meanings. Brion contributesmostly synthesizer parts exploited for organic color--the violentviolins that rev "Crack Music" three minutes in are an atypicallyexplicit case. The famed arranger ceded the actual arranging to West,who absorbs Brion's European bent into a basically black flow. Andyou'd best believe this Panther's son with the line of credit at Jacoband Co. is basically black.
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Pardon me for breaking wind--after 32 or 33 years, I just couldn'thold it anymore. Or maybe I mean if you can't take the stink get outof the john--were I really hoping not to offend, I'd abandon thismethodologically challenged enterprise altogether. Instead, here I ammusing about posterity and framing an album argument as unnumberedfile swappers and music bloggers join Pazz & Jop's sizable olddrink-fuck-and-be-merry singles-are-the-shit contingent. Since thekids were busy cultivating their very own byte-gardens while theold-timers fed dollar bills to the consensual jukebox, however, I hadno trouble programming my changer and checking out our top 40 as albumtracks. Most of these were masspop at its best, socially accessiblesongs-as-songs even if I didn't know them as such. I only wish I couldtell you they beat a barrel of monkeys in sequence. Right, Amerie'sexplosive "1 Thing" is a machine-gun one-shot on an album with itssafety engaged, Mariah Carey's name-checking "We Belong Together"shines amid the stars, and the Game's triumphant "Hate It or Love It"is so improved by removal from The Documentary that from hereon in I'll play the Clipse remix and remove it from the Game aswell. But most charting "singles" I preferred in their longformcontexts. Even Gwen Stefani's "Hollaback Girl" and Three 6 Mafia's"Stay Fly" freshened up their albums for me.
If my appetite for the literal isn't au courant, sue me. These daysI'm such an old fart I even use albums to help me understandsingles. James Murphy seems like a nice guy in interviews, but as anartist he's a scenester, and the poker-faced ennui of LCD Soundsystemtaught me once and for all that it wasn't just arthritic knees andparenting hours that kept me away from techno--it was the disco way ofescapism. Occasionally the right dancefloor hit--say "Hate It or LoveIt" or "Get Low," true electronica being so fungible it rarely makesour charts--can enlarge the soul, but most of them are too generalizedto waste fun on. That extends even to the Gorillaz' fun-enough "FeelGood Inc." I like their DOR Demon Days better than the DOR LCD Soundsystem because it's at once more utopian and morepessimistic, meaning full of hope indulged or dashed. But I preferboth artists' wholes to their singles-charting parts; hell, I preferJames McMurtry's longform to his magnificent "We Can't Make It Here."My long-held belief is that pop music is a way of knowledge as well asa way of pleasure. We need its knowledge desperately right now--thatelusive sense of humans-after-all not just struggling for fun, asSimon Frith once put it, but determined to keep living fully whiletheir supposed betters rob or disdain them. As chunks rather thanscraps of history, albums--like literalism, come to that--tell us thisintuition that comes over us isn't just a trick of perception,evanescent and disposable.
Next morning Jim lay on a cot with a sheet drawn to his chin and a grayish, yellow bandage covering forehead and eyes down to the tip of his nose. When the surgeon lifted that bandage the nurse turned her face aside, and what was under it, or rather what was not under it, shall not be told. Only out in the operating-room the smooth-faced young assistant was curiously counting over some round leaden pellets, and he gave one low whistle when he pushed into a pile a full fourscore.
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