Building the Buffer

Okay, time to knock some of my rust and dust off with a quick list post. 

1. I apologize for being silent over here recently. I’d rather not go into the reasons or make any excuses, because that won’t help anything. I just want to get back on track and move forward. While I prefer to post essays upon completion, I’m going to take some time to work on a bunch of posts, so that I’ll have a buffer and hopefully avoid another false start.

2. Like last February, I am once again participating in the Music Writers Exercise hashtag (#MWE) on Twitter, which so far has helped jumpstart my daily tweets that have been quite sporadic the last few months. 

3. As always, if you’d suggest an album, feel free to do so with a comment or tweet. Only two rules: no McCartney and no Bowie. For… reasons. 

4. In case you didn’t know, V&B also has a Tumblr now! It’s kind of an extension of my Twitter. I have some plans and ideas for Tumblr-only content that should be cool and I’m very excited about.

Stay tuned!

"The Monkees" Rewatch: Royal Flush

As I’ve talked about before I am a huge fan of the Monkees, both the show and the band. Recently, I decided it might be a cool idea rewatch the series and write about each episode. It’s not a “new” idea, of course, but I figure it could be fun, why not? So, with that, each Monday I will watch another episode and have the recap post up by the end of Tuesday. Hopefully. (This week is the obvious exception.) I will be watching the fifty-eight episodes in broadcast order as well as the specials 33 1/3 Revolutions Per Monkee and Hey, Hey, It's the Monkees. I think I’ll save any discussion of the film Head until after the specials (that could change), because I suspect that it will be way more involved than these posts will likely be. As for what these posts will be, well, that largely depends on the episode in question. It could be a lot reminiscing, music, uncomfortable portrayals (to say the least), magical realism, psychedelia, or silly fan theories and headcanons. I want these posts to be quite off-the-cuff, so basically anything that comes up is fair game.

I know given all the various projects I have in the works this probably seems like I’m simply adding to the list of things I’ll likely fall behind on, so I’d like to explain why I’m doing it. For one thing, I’ve been trying to take to heart this piece of creative advice from Alex Steacy of LoadingReadyRun frequently says: do a lot of work. That advice is part of why I decided to take part in the #MusicWritersExercise, which then morphed my daily albums tweets and the biweekly digests. Also, projects like the Franz Retrospective, Working Macca, and the RS500 require a big amount preparation and I put a lot of pressure on myself to get them just right. I need to let go of this paralyzing idea of perfection and I feel having these daily, weekly, and biweekly deadlines for posts with a much looser tone can help facilitate that. Another reason is that as ambitious as Working Macca and the RS500 are, I’d like to do a project with a more definitive endpoint. And finally, well, I’ve never watched The Monkees in order before and there are portions of the second season I haven’t seen nearly as many times as early episodes. I want to rectify that.

And so, that brings us to season one, episode one “Royal Flush.”

The premise behind “Royal Flush” is straightforward: while at the beach, Davy Jones saves a girl who nearly drowns in a wave when her raft pops. Turns out, the girl is Princess Bettina and the raft has been tampered with as part of an evil plot by her uncle, the Archduke, to kill her. The boys have to keep her safe until she “becomes queen upon my eighteenth birthday” the next day. After all, as Mike says, “Well, if she’s got your jacket.” Admittedly, later episodes get rather weird in both premise and execution, but still this does seem a rather strange way to introduce a show that’s ostensibly about a teen band living at the beach. Then again, I’ve never been very big on this episode, so perhaps that plays into it. (Though probably not.) Despite my lukewarm feelings on it, it does have some highlights. The first is Archduke Otto’s hapless flunky Sigmund, who I find hilarious and endearing and another is the second “romp” of the episode during which Davy and Otto fence off to “Take a Giant Step.” I don’t know I just always liked the overlay joke during it: “It always worked for Errol Flynn.” And even with all the scheming, half holes, and stealing of hotel towels, I don’t think Davy got his jacket back. 

Daily Album Requests

I was thinking of ways to open up the channels of communication with you all and not have everything always be what I choose to yammer about. So. As you may know, each day I listen to an album I’ve never listened to before and tweet my reaction/review. Then every two weeks I collect the tweets and expand on them here.

Now, I have a couple of pools that I pull from when choosing each day and started a vague schedule to go correspond with those pools. I wanted to add another pool and have it be made up of suggestions from you, readers. If there’s an album you’d like me to take a look at leave a comment on this post, tweet me, message/post on Facebook, wherever you’re most comfortable.

The only restriction: No Paul McCartney. I want to keep his non-RS500 work to Working Macca. I’ve crossed the project streams a little already with a couple of the Rolling Stone 500 albums cropping up in this daily album thing, which is fine by me. I know drawing the line at Paul probably seems rather arbitrary, but I use the daily album to expand myself and my knowledge. I figure my adventures in rounding out my Macca knowledge can run concurrently with my expansion of everything else. HOWEVER! If there’s a McCartney record you’d like me to work on faster, by all means let me know.

See ya Sunday. 

"In Clouded Clues": The Monkees' "Tapioca Tundra" (Singled Out)

With the posts and planning I've done for this blog much of the focus has been on discussing albums. For me, it’s sometimes easier to analyze certain songs in that context than on their own, because whole albums provide a larger framework to analyze their pieces. Sometimes there just isn't much to say about a song outside of how it relates to the others that accompany it and a bigger story can come out of those relationships. Hell, that’s also a big reason why I like the idea of doing artist retrospectives, because you can do the same thing over the course of a career.

But I've never completely counted out the idea of highlighting individual songs. It was only a matter of “when” and “how,” which brings me to this new feature of sorts Singled Out where I will do exactly that. I didn’t want to attach strict rules in terms of era or artist to Singled Out. The song only needs to send me on a long enough ramble to qualify. Simple. From there you can probably tell how it eventually led to other strict rules going out the window and my recent decision to merge Cover to Cover, Ear to Earwith V&B.

Now, I realize that this further interrupts my Franz Ferdinand retrospective, but when an idea strikes I think you just have to run with it. I will find a way to tie today’s discussion and themes with the FF retrospective. I’m hoping to also do a couple Singled Out posts for some Franz songs that don’t make it into the full album posts.

We’ll get there all in good time, I promise.

Okay? Okay! Let’s get to it…

Part of me wants to make a hipster-y joke about how you probably haven’t heard the Monkees’ “Tapioca Tundra,” but I honestly have no idea what counts as an obscure Monkees track. I guess I tend to assume that anything that isn't “Daydream Believer” or “I’m a Believer” counts as such. I could very well be wrong. I could also be wrong in my perception that Tapioca’s one of those songs you either love or hate.  I used to listen to a radio DJ who would proudly proclaim this to be his favorite Monkees song; while others dismiss it, such as a lovely comment on a lyric site that claimed the song is “absurd” and “plagued with unnecessary stupidity.” If anything should be called unnecessary it’s such harshness, because Tapioca’s far deeper and self-aware than one might initially think.

“Tapioca Tundra” (penned by Monkee Mike Nesmith) was initially released as a b-side to the single “Valleri” and eventually made its way onto The Birds, the Bees, & the Monkees released April 22, 1968. The Monkees were certainly not alone in their musical experimentation with much of pop and rock deep in the era of psychedelia; BBM’s release occurred just a few months before The Beatles’ White Album and all its kooky absurdity. The Monkees’ catalog contains many instances of psychedelia and experimentation, such as “Daily Nightly,” “Star Collector,” “Auntie’s Municipal Court.” Not to mention moments of defiance that not only contrasted with their bubblegum image, but frankly, put some so-called “authentic” acts to shame, such as “Zor and Zam” and “Mommy and Daddy.” I can’t help but wonder if the dismissal of Tapioca is born out of an attitude that the Monkees somehow aren't allowed to do such things. Honestly, that’s not really for me to speculate here, but what I can speculate about is the song itself.

Let me be clear, I don’t object to calling “Tapioca Tundra” absurd. I have ears. It is weird. I object to calling it absurd as a pejorative. Too often words like “surreal,” “absurd,” and “nonsense” become synonymous with “bad,” which is just incorrect. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is pure nonsense and one of the most enjoyable reading experiences one can have, I believe. In the realm of music absurdity usually comes in the form of lyrics where the punch found in the rhythm of the words takes precedence over any overarching, coherent meaning. Most artists have a lyric or song this applies to, while others, such as Beck, basically make it part of their Thing. Until recently, I’d pegged “Tapioca Tundra” as such a song due to the (seemingly) deliberately obtuse lyrics and the fact that it came from the same time period as “Daily Nightly,” Nesmith’s other major psychedelic track.

I was wrong, but not off track. One could even say that the lyrics are about writing such a song.

After a slow, whistling introduction, Nesmith sings, ”Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme lose themselves in other times and waiting hopes cast silent spells that speak in clouded clues.” Allow me a brief moment of fangirl squee, because these opening lines are brilliant. There’s so much to unpack and as someone who thrives on close reading, such lines are my bread and butter. As for the lines themselves, they speak to how lyrics can get lost amid the musical time that surrounds. Even the most well-crafted or thoughtful lyrics can “lose themselves” and their meaning in an arrangement that overwhelms them or distracts the listener’s attention. There are also listeners who ignore the lyrics on purpose (“I don’t care about lyrics, I just like the beat,” etc.), but even so, Nesmith doesn't let himself off the hook. He has “waiting hopes” that he can move others with his “silent spells,” but they may also move in ways that he didn't intend. He acknowledges that expressing himself through metaphor (“clouded clues”) contributes to these misunderstandings as well as making it difficult to connect to the audience and fully express himself.

The second verse begins with the line “Careful plays on fields that seem to vanish when they’re in between,” which could refer to both audience and artist. For the audience, the meaning of a lyric can vanish if too obtuse or indirect. For the artist, no matter how carefully constructed they can still end up feeling as though they just barely missed the mark in getting their point across. The verse continues, “And softly as I walk away in freshly tattered shoes, it cannot be a part of me for now it’s part of you.” Once a piece is complete the artist has gotten all they could out of that particular “field,” it’s worn out and useless to them now. They must move on and let it live as “part of you,” the audience.

“Tapioca Tundra” doesn't have what many may strictly consider a proper chorus or hook, but it does have lyrics that repeat. One such line includes, “Silhouettes and figures stay close to what he had to say and one more time the faded dream is saddened by the news,” which also touches on the idea of an artist barely missing the mark. All the literary technique and musical prowess they possess can come close to expressing what the writer is feeling or thinking and yet the song as they hear it in their head may not come to fruition perfectly. However, that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Franz Ferdinand front man Alex Kapranos has made multiple comments about dissatisfaction and how that keeps an artist going. And while I certainly can’t read his mind, Mike Nesmith also seems propelled by similar creative dissatisfaction. In the past he’s recorded multiple reworkings of songs (including “Tapioca Tundra”) and acknowledged his tendency to not let a song just be and “noodle” too long on it.

Often it seems like abstract lyrics such as “Tapioca Tundra” are either seen as alienating or dismissed as pretentious, which while understandable, can sometimes lead to missing out on a real gem. Bizarre, possibly off-putting title aside, the dissatisfaction conveyed in “Tapioca Tundra” never feels directed outward to the audience in an angry way. I don’t think this particular song crosses the line into arrogant you-just-don’t-get-me posturing, because Nesmith recognizes the gaps between intentions, art, and how an audience may perceive it - gaps that always exist, even for the most direct of artists. Sure, there’s the idea that some might miss the point, but the main dissatisfaction lies in the knowledge that not any one song could be enough to fully convey one’s inner thoughts. And maybe, in a way, it’s up to the audience to bridge those gaps, because someone is bound to pick up on those clouded clues and at least attempt to make sense of them.  

In summation, “Tapioca Tundra,” a seemingly obtuse song about obtuse songs and how any song can feel unsatisfactory to the artist, but they must let it go in the hopes that the next will be The One. Yet, even if a song is the magical one to perfectly convey and encapsulate an artist’s feelings once written it no longer belongs to its writer, but to the audience. 

Brilliant.

Just don’t ask me why “midnight looks right.” 

(If you want to hear “Tapioca Tundra” as well as any future Singled Out tracks you can subscribe to this Spotify playlist.)

Housekeeping

I wanted to make a quick post just to get everyone up to speed on stuff going forward (hopefully.)

First, if you follow me on Facebook, I've mentioned technical issues that have impeded my ability to do certain things for this blog. Unfortunately, that all still stands, but I'm trying to adjust and work around it in the meantime.

Second, last August, I said I would be spending that month reviewing Franz Ferdinand's catalog leading up to the release of Right Thoughts Right Words Right Action. Obviously, that didn't happen, but I still really love the idea of having that as this blog's true starting point. So that is what will be happening next month! It will certainly be a thing.

Third, I'm hoping to get weekly updates rolling along. The weekly deadline applies to all of my blog projects, not just this one. Now that doesn't mean every blog gets a weekly update (I'd probably go batty), rather that you can expect some form of post from me each week. It will change up depending on what I'm focussing on at the time, so sometimes the updates will be here, other times Cover to Cover or Working Macca. I doubt I'll crosspost links among all the blogs, but everything will be updated on Facebook and Twitter.

I think that's all for now. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, by all means, share them (here or wherever you're comfortable) and I will reply as soon as I can.

Thoughts, Words, Action (Right)

I haven't been able to give this blog the attention I've truly wanted to so far this summer. There are many reasons for that, but they are mostly irrelevant. I should have made more effort. No excuses this time.

To make up for lost time, I am introducing a series, of sorts, that (within reason) will become a regular occurrence here. For the remainder of this month, I will be posting parts of an artist retrospective.

What does that involve, exactly? Well, each Friday I will be posting a review of an album until I make my way through the entire discography of an artist in release order.

So, who am I starting with? The inspiration for artist retrospectives came from the fact that I am really excited for the release of Franz Ferdinand's Right Thoughts, Right Words, Right Action on August 26th/27th. Anyone who knows me knows that I absolutely adore this band and since I will be spending much of the next few weeks buried in their past work, I figured I should put it to good use.

Here's to a month of memories, gushing, and slacken ties.