Hey, Terrific!

Where My Head Is (at)

Sean Nelson — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 22:14:00 +0000

Literally (but also the other thing):

Not To Be Confused With

Sean Nelson — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 19:39:00 +0000

this:

or this:

Wake Up, it's 2008

Sean Nelson — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 23:04:00 +0000

So far, the dominant theme is as follows:

Y-O

Sean Nelson — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 18:57:00 +0000

I LOVE this song and video. It was one of the first non-RUN-DMC hiphop songs I ever heard in high school (late to the party as ever; thanks, Jonathan Scott) and recently bought the 12" single on eBay for $20 (and . A bargain at twice the price! Also, I can't decide how I feel about the fact that 85% of the hiphop I really, truly love was made 15 years ago or earlier. That's not true of rock, which has traveled through the ages for me. Rap is another story, f'real. I'm sure it's my damn fault.

(Courtesy of Idolator.)

Being Green

Sean Nelson — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 01:50:00 +0000

I know it's ridiculous to still be talking about this, but the Scritti Politti record from 2005 refuses to leave my brain or my iPod. I listen to the old stuff, too, but only a song here and a song there. White Bread Black Beer goes the distance and then sticks around to do line drills after practice (that was a basketball metaphor).

Anyway, the only reason it's a problem is that almost everyone I know thinks of them as school bus pop from 1985, period. I will continue to nurse my fetish for both primary and secondary SP materials. Just found (and printed) this endlessly readable 40-page Green Gartside interview conducted by Simon Reynolds for his amazing Rip It Up and Start Again book. Then this good-ass 1999 BBC documentary (featuring Jacques Derrida!!!) on Scritti's comeback rock w/rap LP Anomie and Bonhomie (also good-ass), from the excellent www.bibbly-o-tek.com. Green has a dubious extra wide goatee here, but his story is sound sound sound.

And then of course there's this ridiculous nonsense, which is Scritti-heavy, perhaps prohibitively, but I loves it. And clearly, in this department, I'm inspired by Green's self-pacing.

Dispatch

Sean Nelson — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 23:03:00 +0000

I'm going on tour with my friend and favorite Robyn Hitchcock. Dates are below. I hope you will come see. It's my first actually solo solo tour, and it is bound to be cold as hayl out there. Mention this blog and get a free fond caress.

Nov 2 2007 8:00P
Shank Hall Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Nov 3 2007 7:00P
High Noon Saloon Madison, Wisconsin

Nov 4 2007 8:00P
Cedar Cultural Center Minneapolis

Nov 5 2007 8:00P
The Maintenance shop Ames, Iowa

Nov 7 2007 9:00P
Blueberry Hill St. Louis, Missouri

Nov 8 2007 8:00P
Southgate House Newport, Kentucky

Nov 10 2007 9:00P
The Music Mill Indianapolis, Indiana

Nov 13 2007 8:00P
The Starlight Waterloo, Ontario

Nov 14 2007 8:00P
The Mod Toronto, Ontario

Nov 15 2007 8:00P
The Casbah Hamilton, Ontario

Nov 16 2007 8:00P
Zaphod Beeblebrox Ottawa, Ontario

Nov 17 2007 8:00P
The Cabaret Montreal, Quebec

Nov 28 2007 7:30P
The Triple Door Seattle, Washington
(Harvey Danger Acoustic opens)

Nov 29 2007 7:30P
The Triple Door Seattle, Washington

Dec 1 2007 9:00P
Doug Fir Lounge Portland, Oregon

Also, I wrote this review of the Kurt Cobain movie, and I'm really proud of it.

Uh... what else?

The movie I co-wrote and acted in, My Effortless Brilliance, is really, really, really great. It was submitted to the Sundance Film Festival (not saying "Sundance" is a small anti-industry gesture), so keep your fingers crossed if you have fingers.

Unemployment is gainful and excellent.

Looking forward to a few days in Chicago with friends old and new.

HD New Year's Eve-ish plans are falling into place.

I have almost nothing else to report. At the moment...

Happy Birthday King James Version

Sean Nelson — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 23:16:00 +0000

King James Version, the difficult second Harvey Danger album—not the Bible translation, silly!—was released seven years ago yesterday, on September 12, 2000. Writing sessions began in December, 1998, recording started in March or April of 1999 in Bearsville, NY, and continued in fits and starts throughout the next year. By the time it was finished, the major label that bankrolled it no longer existed, and the entire music business had entered an upheaval that, frankly, has yet to end, and isn't likely to.

Though the initial trajectory of the album was away from pop (away from melody, away from fun, away from humor, away from anything the band was identified with or, indeed, was good at), time had a way of guiding us back toward our strengths, and the resulting push and pull made an album that not only reflected the tumltuous life of success, self-doubt, internal wrangling, yearning to prove ourselves to a largely indifferent audience/totally indifferent label, and unavoidable immersion in the depths of narcissism we'd been living, but turned to the elements of that tumultuous life for thematic and even musical inspiration. What I hear when I listen to the album is not the sound of my life in 1998-2001, but the sound of our little band striving (sometimes together, but often against one another) to make it sound more like we thought it should sound. More than anything else, I think, we wanted to make an album that no one expected from us. An album no one else could make. An album that made no concessions to any idea (ours/theirs/yours) of a popular audience. An album you had to seek out. An album you had to work to love. KJV is unarguably that, right down to Tae Won Yu's beautiful/terrible/perfect cover art, which expressed our band's fractured mental and psychic state, or relationship to ourselves, our city, our project, and each other brilliantly. It's also a mess (possibly because we micromanaged him into the ground). There are sounds I hate on the album, but far more that I love. More to the point, having never before or since put so much of myself into anything with so little to show for it afterwards, there are sounds I never got over the fact that more people didn't hear. Almost never. Having met a lot of people who did hear the album and to whom it meant something, I think I am now. Which is better than never, but goddamn...

Sometimes I think we put far too much energy toward all the wrong things. Sometimes I think we were utterly delusional. Sometimes I wish we had done every single thing differently. But sometimes I think KJV is a legitimate cult gem that will one day join the ranks of Oddessey and Oracle and The Village Green Preservation Society or at least fucking Pinkerton or whatever. Not likely, I know, but I still have a dim wish.

Mostly, though, I'm glad to find myself thinking about it less. I do wish it a happy birthday, however, and many happy returns. (Thanks to iTunes).

I See Me 10 Years Ago Today

Sean Nelson — Mon, 30 Jul 2007 21:16:00 +0000

Well, yesterday, technically.

That was the tenth anniversary (please don't say "10-year anniversary"; it's like saying "three a.m. in the morning") of the original release of Where Have All the Merrymakers Gone?, the debut album by my band, Harvey Danger.

The covers were all hand-screened onto cardboard (at the legendary Fort Thunder in Providence, R.I.). Aaron, Evan, Jeff, and I all sat in our revolting living room in South Wedgewood, giddily folding and stuffing them full of booklets and CDs so we could send them back to Brooklyn, where the label (Arena Rock Recording Company, which had released only one other full-length at the time) could then get them out to the handful of indie distributors that had agreed to handle the record. The original pressing was 1,200 copies. Eight months later, a re-mastered version of the same record (in a jewel box) would be released on Slash-London Records.

In the time between, Merrymakers charted somewhere low on CMJ, got great reviews in The Rocket, Magnet, Option, Puncture, Milk, and The Big Takeover and made a respectable showing in The Rocket's Northwest Top 20 charts. We played our first show in NYC, at Coney Island High, with Elf Power and a bunch of other Arena Rock bands on a SMJ showcase.

As a result of all this, we started getting better shows in town and felt a bit more legitimate about being in a rock band despite our rapidly advancing ages (I was 24, after all). We still had never made a single dollar from playing a live show (or any other musical activity), but we all felt like MISSION GODDAMN ACCOMPLISHED.

A few short months later, everything got completely douchetarded.

Hooray!

Singing to the Sunshine

Sean Nelson — Thu, 31 May 2007 03:39:00 +0000

More to come, all incredibly good. So good I can't talk about it all for fear of sounding like a braggart (or perhaps a blaggard, if not indeed a bloggard). But music and writing and acting (!!!) and traipsing around in the sunshine and no longer doing the thing that makes me wake up each day with a feeling of dread—all these systems are go, daddy, go. Plus, interviewing Julien Temple live onstage at SIFF on June 5, birthday a week later, recording two weeks after that, big all-ages HD show on August 10, and two solo shows with Fountains of Wayne August 16 and 19... in response to the famous musical question, yes, Meatballs, I AM ready for the summer.

Also, the little orange man is still incredibly cute. To wit:

Best Show of My Life (part one)

Sean Nelson — Sun, 25 Mar 2007 08:16:00 +0000

Sunday, March 18, 2006
Belcourt Theater in Nashville.
Band: Robyn Hitchcock, Peter Buck, Gillian Welch, David Rawlings, John Paul Jones, me.

I swear.

I don't know how long it lasted, but not nearly long enough. We did a bunch of Robyn songs, a Grateful Dead song (Candyman), three Dylan songs (Tiny Montgomery, Lo and Behold, Queen Jane Approximately), and two Gillian Welch songs (Elvis Presley Blues, Look at Miss Ohio). It was like the other side of amazing. And then we had dinner. I wish every day was that good.

Everything else is a little who fucking cares at the moment: work, Work, home--all a predictable soup; fuck the highs because i live for the lows. My back has been assaulting me for a couple of weeks now, leaving me physically incapacitated for a few days, then forcing me to walk with a cane. The cane is embarrassing in a way, but in another way it looks kind of perfect. I am nothing if not hobbled.

Looking forward to tour.

O Podcast, My Podcast

Sean Nelson — Sun, 11 Feb 2007 21:20:00 +0000

My Podcast is up and running here.

It's called All Things to All People, which is basically what I call everything, I know. But this one's a keeper. I'm really proud of it. There will be more to come, on a monthly basis if all goes well.

Please go listen and enjoy. It's about an hour long. The inaugural episode is anchored by an interview with Green Gartside of Scritti Politti, one of the most fascinating people I've ever spoken to on the phone for 30 minutes, as well as features like Music Listings from Other Cities (with the guys from reelerthanthou.com), Steve Fisk’s Eastern Washington Memories, A preview of New Slang for 2007, and more. Plus, a song by the experimental pop trio Menomena, from their brand new Barsuk LP, Friend and Foe.

Anyway, yeah: More fun times to come.

How Easy it is to Spend $100 on Records

Sean Nelson — Sun, 11 Feb 2007 21:17:00 +0000

Actually, $125.10, but don't let's get overly specific.

2/10/07 used vinyl binge at Easy Street, Queen Anne:

Georges Delerue—Les Plus Belles Musiques de Films de… Volumes 1 & 2

Bugsy Malone—Soundtrack (songs by Paul Williams)

Maurice Chevalier—This is Maurice Chevalier (2xLP)

Albert Camus—Reading in French (from La Peste, La Chute, L’ete, L’etranger)-Party Time!!!

The Prisonaires—Five Beats Behind Bars

Scarlet Rivera—Scarlet Rivera (worth it for the liner notes alone, which never mention Dylan by name, referring to him only as "him," though stopping short of "Him," admirably)

Beyond the Fringe—Original Broadway Cast

Beyond the Fringe ‘64—Original Broadway Cast

Sam & Dave—The Best Of

V/A—Highs in the Mid-Sixties Vol. 7: The Northwest (incl. Jack Bedient and the Chessmen, Jolly Green Giants, H.B. and the Checkmates, The Wilde Knights, The Chambermen, Jack Eely and the Courtment, The Squires, The Sires, The Lincolns, The Express, The Pastels, The Night Walkers, Mr. Lucky and the Gamblers, The Bootmen, and the Rock-N-Souls)

V/A—Highs in the Mid-Sixties Vol. 8: The South (incl. Ravin' Blue, Gaunga Dins [sic], The Midknights, Flay By Nites, The Original Dukes, Skeptics, The Moxies, The Rogues, The Hazards, The Vikings, The Surrealistic Pillar[!!!], The Rugbys, The Sants, and The Guilloteens)

Slade—Slade in Flame

Whirlwind Heat—Flamingo Honey (10”)

And on CD:

Neil Diamond—12 Songs (Artist Cut w/all the original demos).

Morsels of News and a Wee List

Sean Nelson — Thu, 08 Feb 2007 18:29:00 +0000

Friends,

The Joni Mitchell book is officially out and available in the places that sell books like that. There's a pretty glorious review in The Stranger and generally positive reaction so far, except from one guy, who acted like I was handing him a dirty diaper and asking for a favor when I nonchalantly passed him a copy. Ah, well.

Life continues apace. 2007 remains a very optimistic time for me. To wit:

I'll be doing some shows with Robyn Hitchcock and the Venus 3 in the coming months, both as an opening act (performing with Mark Nichols on piano as Sean Nelson and His Mortal Enemies) and as a member of the V3 (I am the official 5th Venusian).

The shows include these dates:
Friday, March 16 in Austin at SXSW (2 shows)
Sunday, March 18 in Nashville at the Belcourt Theater
Friday, April 6 in Seattle at the Crocodile
Saturday, April 7 in Portland at the Doug Fir
Sunday, April 8 in Eugene at some place
Tuesday, April 10 in SF at Slim's
Thursday, April 12 in LA at Spaceland
Saturday, April 14 in Tucson at Club Congress

These are the first "solo" shows I will have done in several years. Sets will include my own songs, some Nilsson stuff, some HD stuff, and some other stuff. It would please me if you were there.

There are other exciting developments on the horizon, too. For example, Harvey Danger recently celebrated the end of a very fruitful two-year album cycle (is this term too "industry"? is there even a separation between industry and audience anymore? does anybody out there even care?-Lenny Kravitz) for Little By Little... by participating in the Seattle edition of the Burn to Shine series. We played "Little Round Mirrors" in a beautiful home on Phinney Ridge, which was demolished later that day (after Ben Gibbard, Eddie Vedder, David Bazan, the Long Winters, Jesse Sykes, Spook the Horse, and a bunch of other people played in it, too). Everyone involved was smart and nice and conspicuously all about keeping the project fun and light, which it genuinely was. Also, we played really well. Probably won't do much else this year with HD, aside from writing, but one never knows. This was a classic opportunity to (in the words of my former basketball coach, who was, by the by, an obese prick) make our last shot. Keep your eyes trained here for deets and developments.

Another place you should probably keep your eye on is this place I'm saying there oughtta be something special there within days.

Also, at the risk of being cryptic, certain dinners were had with certain parties, and at said dinners, certain plans were hatched that will be of interest to other parties who enjoy certain musical projects. Before the year ends. That's all I'm saying.

And I think there's gonna be another Nelson Sings Nilsson show soon. May, I believe. More on that soon.

And I have stepped down as a host of KEXP's Audioasis. I intend to do other stuff for the station (and may fill in now and again), but after 5 years, the local music show has me feeling a little burned, which is one thing a radio host should never be. So down I step. Thanks for listening, if indeed you listened.

Finally, as promised, a wee list. Every year the year ends and I can't remember what records I liked because, ultimately, who cares? Well, I find that I care, so I'm keeping a monthly list of the records I genuinely enjoyed that month (and maybe singles, too, if I ever listen to the stupid radio again). And, you know, why not publish it? It won't all be new stuff, but this first one is more or less tied to release dates, except for the Midlake album, which I just managed to miss last year. Silly me, for it is a wonder.

January, 2007
Sloan Never Hear the End of ItDespite loving them in bits and pieces, I've never loved a Sloan album before this, and the fact that it comprises 30 songs (yes, 30 songs) on one disc (yes, one disc) is only one small factor. If more bands figured out that most songs don't actually need to be longer than :45 seconds long, the world would be a better place for music. And Robert Pollard would be poet laureate.

Crowded House Farewell to the World Again, never much cared for the records (scattered songs of course), but this 2x live album from their farewell shows in 1996 somehow shows a side I never appreciated before. Aaron H. was always such an apostle. I think I get why now.

Neil Young Live at Massey Hall, 1971 This is coming out in March. Right now, it's my favorite NY record of all time. Recorded between After the Gold Rush and Harvest leaning heavily on songs from both before they became burdensome to him. Everything is so fresh and urgent, and the Harvest songs are completely unadorned. It's also amazing to hear a Neil acoustic show with an audience respectful enough (reverent, actually) not to be shouting CINNAMON GIRL! during every quiet moment like they do now.

Of Montreal Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? Yeah, guess what: I never liked them before. I was told they were good, but I couldn't let go of the first wave of Elephant 6. Then I heard all their live covers online and started melting. Then I heard this and was sold. This is a fucking strong, spazzy, smart record. The three esses, courtesy of the new Danny Rose.

Welcome Sirs Last time I saw these guys would've been around 1995, maybe at Re-Bar, probably with This Busy Monster or the Adding Machine or Babe the Blue Ox or some such. This psychy and subdued record (coming out in March on Fat Cat) is way better than what I remember them sounding like, which you would hope after 12 years. The same can't be said for all of us, obviously.

The Good, The Bad & The Queen The Good, The Bad & The Queen Because it's usually safe to assume that when shabby aging punkers (and would-be punkers) get together it's because they're bored and salty, I assumed this thing with Mr. Blur and Mr. Clash and Mr. Verve and Mr. Fela Kuti was going to be super raw and chunky. It's totally not. What it is is mellow and gentle, but still agitated and paranoid. One ofr the most unusual bandy records I've heard in a long while. Can I just say now, once and for all that I fucking love Blur and always have? OK, thanks.

What I Did in 2006 (partial)

Sean Nelson — Sat, 30 Dec 2006 00:16:00 +0000

I'm sure I did more than this, but these are the important things, I think, excluding some (not all) private matters and pharmaceutical dosages. If all goes according to plan, 2007 will be far more about words than music, but one really never ever knows. In the meantime, thanks to those of you that made it a point to say hello this past years. 2006 was easily the worst year of my life, but also a crucial point of transformation. I hope it sticks. Much love to all.

2006

•Released Little By Little… twice (CD on Kill Rock Stars, vinyl on Skrocki).

•Released "Cream and Bastards Rise EP" (Kill Rock Stars)

•Released "Little Round Mirrors EP" (Barsuk)

•Toured with Harvey Danger for the first time since 2000 (SF, LA, SD, Mpls, Champaign-Urbana, Madison, Chicago, Toronto, Montreal, Boston, Philadelphia, NYC, Hoboken). Lost less money than anticipated. Some of the best HD shows of all time.

•Wrote a 33&1/3 book, Court and Spark, published 12/20/06.

•Made Nelson Sings Nilsson, a 15-track album of Harry Nilsson songs, with Mark Nichols after 5 years of thwarted attempts.

•Produced/performed the Nelson Sings Nilsson Live! show at Town Hall (never rent there!), with a 27-piece orchestra. Hardly lost any money at all.

•Sang on 6 out of 10 songs on Robyn Hitchcock LP, Olé Tarantula.

•Sang on 3 songs on The Long Winters LP, Putting the Days to Bed.

•Sang on 2 songs on The Minus 5 LP, The Minus 5 (The Gun Album).

•Sang on 2 songs of Racetrack’s final EP, Go Ahead and Say It.

•Sang on 1 song of The Decemberists LP, The Crane Wife. The song was cut from the album, and my part was cut from the song. Such is life.

•Co-produced “Awesome” EP sessions.

•Performed with Robyn Hitchcock and the Venus 3 at the Crocodile and the Triple Door, was declared official 5th Venus 3.

•Performed with Death Cab for Cutie and The Decemberists at the Gorge.

•Saw Death Cab for Cutie headline the Key Arena. Heart still swollen with pride.

•Performed (unexpectedly) with The Rentals at Neumo’s.

•Served as Music Supervisor on Lynn Shelton’s breathtaking film, We Go Way Back.

•Covered the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival for MSN Music, visited and photographed the lower 9th ward, where my mind was blown and my heart was broken, or vice versa.

•Saw Bruce Springsteen and the Seeger Sessions Band perform at Jazz Fest. Was finally convinced of Springsteen’s powers after years of people telling me and years of me not liking anything he had to say. Received sweaty partial man-hug from Springsteen backstage.

•Also saw Bob Dylan, Elvis Costello & Allen Toussaint, Dr. John, the Edge, and The Preservation Hall Jazz Band. They were ok, too.

•Hired Robert Christgau to write his Consumer Guide for MSN Music, edited first installment, was thrilled.

•Licensed “Flagpole Sitta” to be the theme song to a third and fourth season of Peep Show, one of the best TV sitcoms in the UK.

•Became obsessed with British television comedy, particularly any shows involving Steve Coogan.

•Met and chatted divertingly with Steve Coogan, Zadie Smith, George Saunders, and Sarah Polley at New Yorker Festival closing night party.

•Met, traded songs, and chatted divertingly with Martha Wainwright, Ed Harcourt, Beth Orton, half of the Magic Numbers, Ira Elliot, and others at a McMansion in exurban Austin, TX one very bizarre, very late night.

•Interviewed Billy Bragg, Green Gartside, Regina Spektor, Graham Coxon, Martha Wainwright, Brazilian Girls, Guillemots, Metric, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Bobby Bare Sr., Meat Loaf (!!!), Lady Sovereign, Mates of State, Animal Collective, Rhett Miller, Serena Manesh, Celebration, Sheryl Crow, Tim Burgess from Charlatans UK, Erasure, DMC, Godsmack, Hoobastank (!!!), Big & Rich, LIONEL RICHIE, Morningwood, Allison Goldfrapp, Toby Keith, Trace Adkins, T-Bone Burnett, Tom DeLonge, TV on the Radio, Wolfmother, and others.

•Visited Cannes for the first time.

•Separated, lived alone for the first time.

•Was diagnosed with liver disease.

•Beat liver disease.

•Invested heavily in therapy, with beneficial results.

•1200mg Lithium, daily.

Jam of the Year

Sean Nelson — Thu, 16 Nov 2006 18:26:00 +0000

Some of you may know that I have been trying to make a record of Harry Nilsson songs for the past few years. Some of you may know that, with the help of Mark Nichols and many brilliant local musicians, I made that record this year. Some of you may further know that I've been wanting to perform this album in a live setting. What you may not know is that the show is on. Like Rashomon. (citation: Forrestotle)

Nelson Sings Nilsson LIVE! Friday, December 8th at Town Hall in Seattle (8th and Seneca). The room is like a cathedral. Almost everyone who played and sang on the record will be in the show--which will mean me, singing in front of a 24-piece orchestra/rock band. A rockestra, if I may paraphrase Wings. I feel certain it's going to be a great show.

Did I mention "Awesome" is opening?

Now I am certain.

And it costs $10 in advance. Tickets available through www.brownpapertickets.com.

(And I'm the producer of the show, which means I have to pay for everything, from hall rental to insurance to bowls of M&Ms in the "Awesome" dressing suite, so if people don't show up, Christmas is cancelled!)

Thank you for your attention. I mean that in every way possible.

-Sean

Albums of the Year of the Month

Sean Nelson — Tue, 31 Oct 2006 23:27:00 +0000

There are so many things I want to blog about, but sometimes even I don't care what I think about these things. I fear that the tour diary will never come (tour was amazing, life-alteringly so), so no Steve Coogan story, no career-based musings, no fulmination on the transitory nature of all things.

Instead, how about a wee list of records I really like? This is what my 2006 has sounded like lately.

Scritti Politti-White Bread, Black Beer (has led, incongrously, to listening to the early and middle period Scritti records, too. That's more '80s dance funk pop than I am accustomed to. I love it. Anomie and Bonhomie in particular. Apparently, it has also led me to use the abbreviation "Scritti.")

Lady Sovereign-Public Warning (finally)
Racetrack-Go Ahead and Say It EP (sigh)
Robyn Hitchcock & The Venus 3-Ole Tarantula (obvs)
Bruce Springsteen & the Seeger Sessions Band-We Shall Overcome (the only Bruce record I've ever liked)
Lupe Fiasco-Food and Liquor (why do i love this?)
Goldfrapp-Supernature (swoon)
Regina Spektor-Begin to Hope (triple swoon)
The Decemberists-The Crane Wife(kind of undeniable)
The Trucks-The Trucks (sorry, RT, it basically rules)
Let's Go Sailing-untitled, coming soon (not a moment too soon)

...aaand.... whofuckingcares.

Care to Judge a Book?

Sean Nelson — Mon, 23 Oct 2006 19:53:00 +0000

Coming very soon.

My Blood is now Throat Coat

Sean Nelson — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 01:16:00 +0000

My poorly voice is much mended, thanks to the advices of the great Sarah Rudinoff and the ministrations of throat coat, which I have been drinkinging constantly for days. More news later, but the shows are amazing (Canada was a good time) and I'm hanging in. MANY THANKS for all the kind thoughts and supportive words. They have mattered. They will continue to matter. Until Hoboken. Then all bets are off.

There I Go... Turn the Page

Sean Nelson — Mon, 02 Oct 2006 05:52:00 +0000

Tour is an unbelievably intense psychic crucible. The shows are profoundly rewarding expressions of mutual love and appreciation between us and the people who have stuck it out all these years waiting for us to play. They show up. They fly across oceans to be there. They know all the words. They request the deep cuts. They thank us for not playing that song. They are perfect. Perfect.

The camaraderie in the van (a rented Euro-style Sprinter!!!) is unprecedentedly positive, fraternal, and fun as well. It feels like a healthy, real band on tour for the first time ever. And I mean ever.

Everything seems poised for triumph.

And then I get fucking laryngitis? There's no pain, no other symptoms, no nothing; just no voice. Fighting the monitors at show number two (goddamn college sound guy), I sang myself completely out. Now, I'm popping steroids, swilling Throat Coat, and obeying a strict regimen of not speaking at all, which feels like a punishment sent down from Zeus--the perfect torture for a ceaseless yammerer like me. But to not be able to sing. AFTER ALL THIS. Why bother being alive? We almost cancelled Chicago, at Schuba's (one of the best clubs in America), which was SOLD OUT, for fuck's sake. My sound check was disastrous. But it was too late to cancel, so the show went on, and with the help of prednisone and the very palpable love and support of the people, I summoned up the last scrap of trouper spirit and sang my heart out (it felt like literally) for an hour. A short show, but legit. Now we have to cancel Buffalo so I can save up for a power home stretch of Toronto, Montreal, Boston, Motown Philly, NYC, and Hoboken.

I honestly don't know if we'll make it, though I intend to spend every last second worrying.

Nothing, but nothing, is ever easy. Not being able to talk is hell. Not being able to sing is a whole other matter. It's kind of all I have. Will advise.

My Snowman's Ann-i-ver-sa-ry

Sean Nelson — Wed, 13 Sep 2006 19:13:00 +0000

Yesterday was the first birthday of Little By Little.... He's just adorable. Seems like only yesterday he was learning to sit up straight, taking those first coltish steps, saying his first word ("recoupment," if memory serves). And now he's one. It's been a busy year. He's been released three times, in three different packages by three different labels; he's been downloaded over 150,000 times; and he's basically all paid for. His birth is being commemorated by two excellent filmmakers whose work will soon be visible in the places that show music videos.

Which is more than I can say for his difficult older sibling, King James Version, who also had a birthday yesterday. He's now six years old and we still can't find him anywhere (except in the sleazier corners of the damn internet). I give him some slack, because he was a difficult pregnancy (15 months or so), but when I look at him now, all I see are the forceps scars.

Still, I love him like you always love the thing that causes you the most misery.

We never talk about our eldest.

What Happens to a Meme Deferred?

Sean Nelson — Wed, 13 Sep 2006 19:05:00 +0000

No one tagged me, but how could I let that stop me? Cut and pasted from dear Ann Powers.

A book that changed my life: Sound and Sense (back-up: Grendel by John Gardner)

A book I've read more than once: The White Album by Joan Didion (back-up: Money by Martin Amis)

A book I would take with me if I were stuck on a desert island: I guess you’d be a sucker not to take something huge, and I guess you’d maybe be more of a sucker to take something that you identify too closely with the misery of real life. If there were a complete collected works of Charles Dickens, I would take that—but I would have to make sure that the print was big enough for my increasingly functionless eyes to make sense of. Failing that, I liked the Bullfinch’s Mythology answer by Ms. AP. You want to believe you’d take a collected Shakespeare, but it would be a little oppressive after a while. Norton Anthology? Definitely fiction. Definitely big.

A book that made me laugh: The last time I read Portnoy’s Complaint (in a thatch-roof hut on a tiny island in the South Pacific) I laughed so hard it scared the lizards away and made the Aussies wonder if perhaps I had a few ‘roos loose in the top paddock.

A book that made me cry: Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters and Seymour, An Introduction (both stories, different reasons)

A book that I wish had been written: My Effortless Brilliance, by Sean Nelson.

A book I wish had never been written: I don’t care. How can you wish a book un-written? So harsh. I mean, The Bible, because of all the terrible things people have done because of it (like, uh, believing it), but then, you could also basically wipe away 75% of all Western culture with it. Maybe Illusions by Richard Bach? But only because of all the theater girls I loved in high school who made me pretend to read it. The Celestine Prophecy (a/k/a The Philistine Heresy)? For Common Things by Jedediah Purdy (what a d-bag!)?

A book I've been meaning to read: Everything by Don DeLillo. I tried to read White Noise and thought it was awful, like a Stanley Kramer movie or something—relevant to its time, maybe, but painful now. Then I read Running Dog and thought it was great. So now I reckon I’ll try Libra.

I'm currently reading: Patrimony by Philip Roth, Libra by Don DeLillo

A Book I Wish I'd Written: I feel that way about every book. And every song. And every film. To the extent that when I don’t like something, I even feel relieved, like, well, it’s probably ok that I didn’t write that, even though it’s reprehensible that I’m not writing, even now. The feeling is more like “I wish I were capable of having written that.” Most recently, most palpably: The Disappointment Artist by Jonathan Lethem.

Two Additional Words:

Sean Nelson — Thu, 07 Sep 2006 02:26:00 +0000

Scritti Politti!

I know, right? I may just be believing some hype, but just lately I'm having a very hard time not listening to this:

I don't know how I feel about the voice, but the melodies and words and textures are fantastic. And there's something really irresistible about the narrative arc of a band that starts as fake Gang of Four, then becomes fake white plastic soul, and now re-emerges as this bizarre lo-fi Beach Boys harmonics plus literate pop dialectics. Comme c'est beezarre, non? I'm going to need to investigate. (But not before I finish listening to Gene Wilder reading his own autobiography.) How exciting!

In other news, I only barely remember them from the '80s. I definitely remember the band name, which seemed silly even then, but "Perfect Way" rings only the faintest top-40-radio-station-on-the-school-bus-ride-to-Colina-and/or-Westlake bell when I listen now. I do remember seeing stacks and stacks of the tape of Cupid and Psyche '85 when my friends Ken and Howard took me to K-Mart for the first time, in 1987, which was sort of like when Jeff made me eat SPAM for the first time in 1995: unpleasant. "PW" does sound exactly like the '80s, however, in that weird, airless, hyperprecise, robots-could-have-and-probably-did-play-most-of-the-sounds-you-hear-on-this way. Still, catchy.

Finally, re: Christgau getting fired by the Village Voice (because you need to know how I feel): I keep meaning to think it's really awful and sad, because he really is one of the titans (his review of Brighten the Corners of all Pavement records, returns to me all the time), and there isn't much good, smart writing in the alt-weeklies of the world... But it feels more like a great band getting dropped by a major label. Can anyone lay legitimate claim to being surprised?

(And with that, Creeper Lagoon pops up on the iPod.)

The Trouble with Classicists

Sean Nelson — Fri, 01 Sep 2006 23:06:00 +0000

So, I was just sitting around, crying (which I find I do all the time now), and listening to this amazing record, which was one of the first truly interesting/out there/"alternative" late-'80s/early '90s (I think it was 1990; it was certainly right near the end of high school) I ever bought and really identified with. And anyway, though the VU remain unimpeachable, and always an intense, amazing source of pleasure, I'm not really sure how I feel about all those Lou solo records I was so painfully, powerfully attached to 10-12 years ago (have you made it all the way through Berlin lately? That record used to blow my mind), and there are probably only three or four Cale solo things I've ever been able to get into in any serious way (and by things I mean songs, not records--part of this is based on the embarrassment of seeing him playing live, not once but twice). Still, Songs For Drella seems like the best of both of these guys. The heavy narrative keeps Lou focused, while the stripped down aesthetic puts Cale's best instrumental instincts on display. The piano work is astounding. Unlike the VU reunion from 92 or whenever it was, this project finds them keeping each other honest. Making music about Andy Warhol, who never really holds my interest in real life, forces them to reckon just how much their entire careers were founded on one charlatan's pop art whim 25 years prior. Reed is so good here, so obviously vulnerable and feeling, but sharp and cold, too. He slips in and out of Andy's voice and his own narration with such purpose and grace, alternately scolding, apologizing to/for, celebrating, and fondly remembering his old sissy svengali. "I Believe" starts off as a screed against Valerie Solanas ("I believe life's serious enough for retribution... I believe I would've pulled the switch on her myself"), but becomes a lament for his own failure to come to his friend's aid at a time of real need ("Andy said, 'I think I died. Why didn't you come to see me?'"); the final refrain—"visit me/ visit me/ visit me/ why didn't you visit me"—is brutal, but perfect. I love how this record sounds like the good things about the '80s. It belongs in the capsule with Spalding Gray, David Lynch, and Spy Magazine, and all those other things I don't remember. It's very white dress shirt with the top button buttoned. I like that, though.

MySpace Sings Nilsson

Sean Nelson — Mon, 28 Aug 2006 23:56:00 +0000

Oh yeah, this exists. I'll try and switch the songs up from time to time, and I'll try to make it so this isn't the only place they exist.

Did I mention I went to the Storm game before they were eliminated? It was AMAZING. My love for Lauren Jackson is undiminished. That is all.

News

Sean Nelson — Fri, 18 Aug 2006 22:28:00 +0000

HD tour blog to come when I write it. It was a complicated emotional excursion, to be sure, but also, miraculously, fun. Aaron wrote one, too, for double, if not, indeed, triple the pleasure.

Gervais Podcast season 3 begins August 22. This is very important, especially when you consider the fact that I am now on my sixth time through the original nine hours worth of seasons 1 and 2. I usually skip 2.1, though. I mean, I'm not a freak.

Hope is Emo is, provably, the funniest thing anyone has ever done.

Why so podcasty, you might ask? Well, because All Things to All People is now going to be a podcast. Debuting in October. It's gonna be funny. More news as it develops.

I am currently only #225,595 authors away from being #1!!!

Nelson Sings Nilsson is basically done. Samplers are circulating relevant earways. I'm just not going to expect anything. I guess maybe a MySpace page is in order.

I am developing a potentially unhealthy delayed post-mortem re-attachment to Spalding Gray. It has always been there (my weird connections to him, mainly surrounding Our Town, are like elements of my own SG monologue travesty, which I will spare you), but just lately, i'm listening to the CDs again and again--in the car, in bed as I try to sleep; I'm watching the movies; I'm reading the novel and the monologues that didn't get recorded; i'm cutting out pictures and putting them places, haunted by his ghost-like final Bumbershoot show. My mother thinks this is unhealthy. I'm not saying she's wrong, but I kind of can't help myself. Did you read his journal entries in Harper's? Jesus. Jesus. "How shall I do it," indeed.