Top 10 Carissa’s Wierd songs

My favorite band is The Beatles. There are probably tens (if not hundreds) of millions of people who agree with me there.  But my second favorite band hasn’t even been heard of by a million people.

Carissa’s Wierd only released three full albums before going their separate ways – but what an amazing three albums they were.  All three made my list of the top albums of the aughts (coming in at #1, #8, and #14).

I discovered them in late 2001 and have spent the last twelve years prosletyzing.  Every mixtape I made for a friend had to include a song from them.  I played them constantly at events, always hoping that someone would come and ask what was playing.  I contacted their (elusive) PR contact in the hopes of literally paying them out of my own pocket to come play at my college.

Sometimes it worked, and the group of my friends who were fans grew slowly but surely. But each new one only made me want to tell more people.  And then, wonder of wonders, they were signed by a semi-major label.  And it seemed like perhaps they were finally going to make it through to the mainstream. Sure, heartbreakingly intimate, low-fi songs with violins weren’t going to rush up the charts or anything but this stuff was just so good, surely there were more than enough people out there who could appreciate it.

And then, before we knew it, it was all over. They broke up, moved on, and all that’s left is the glorious, glorious music.  If you want a broad introduction, Hardly Art put together a ‘greatest hits’ compilation a couple years back.  But really: you should just do yourself a favor and buy the whole catalog.

10. Blessed Arms That Hold You Tight (Ugly But Honest)
To me this song is a perfect encapsulation of the band. While they hit some higher notes, virtually everything wonderful about Carissa’s Wierd can be found here in some degree. Soft verses with loud choruses, whispered invocations of an almost limitless sadness (“it’s all long goodbyes”), ringing guitars, soaring violin, hearts on the verge of being torn apart – held together by the barest of threads.

9. Ignorant Piece of Shit (Songs About Leaving)
As close as they ever came to the world of a more straightforward indie rock. Despite being buried deep in the mix, the piano is crucial on this track – it links together the emotional frailty of the lyrics with the aggressive march of the drums and guitar. This song kicks off their third and final record, the one that I was sure would vault them into the mainstream. It’s far more accessible without losing the basic charm of ‘sad kids with guitars and violins.’ Alas, it was not meant to be.

8. On Marriage – re.defined by Carissa’s Weird (Lost Notes From Forgotten Songs)
This is a track they remixed for a compilation album by The Six Parts Seven. So it’s not precisely a Carissa’s Wierd song, but still feels absolutely of a part with the rest of their work. Gorgeous hushed harmonies singing bittersweet lyrics with just a glimmer of hope (“See you on our wedding day, I can’t believe this turned out my way / Broke her heart to just save mine, I’ll love you on our wedding day”), delicate fluttering piano, it’s all here.

7. Blankets Stare (I Before E)
A live version, on which they take an already wonderful song and supplement it with a rousing send-off. In that final minute and a half they demonstrate that they could have been a damn fine jangle-rock band if they had wanted to be.

6. One Night Stand (Ugly But Honest)
The highlight is the blending of Mat Brooke’s and Jenn Ghetto’s voices, both of them perfectly imperfect but somehow brilliantly pure together. The first half is a long, slowly drawn breath. Held with expectancy, with a shy hope. All the wounds are cauterized in the final minute when they take their separate paths, eyes wide open, and exhale these breaths with growing force. It’s as soft as can be, but shakes your soul like you can barely understand.

5. The Color That Your Eyes Changed With the Color of Your Hair (You Should Be At Home Here)
If I ever have reason to doubt that true love is possible, I have this song to remind me. “For the next 50 years I will still write you love songs…” Oh my. It has a classic soft/loud verse/chorus structure. The verses are built around a violin that swoops around vocals, suggesting hesitance and fear: the terror of pain threatened by the introduction of love. But the chorus is a glorious counterpoint, an affirmation, a joyous and unrestrained embrace. It can only be so beautiful because of the pain it promises to hold at bay.

4. Meredith & Iris (Tucson single)
This song was released in 2011 – the first new music from them in almost a decade.  You only have to consult the archives to see how excited this made me. The sound is more developed than their early recordings: the singing is more forceful, the guitars are mixed cleanly. The movements are bigger, and they swoop through a bit of electric buzz. But, most importantly, it is utterly beautiful. And while I will always love the wispy early stuff from them the very most, there is something powerful about the harmonies that Mat Brooke and Jenn Ghetto put on display here. “Oh we will rise…”

3. Fluorescent Lights (Ugly But Honest)
Oh god, that guitar might just be the most beautiful thing in the world. It’s fragile, melancholy, almost inconsolable. When he breathes “and I just hate these fluorescent lights” the weight of the world falls upon you. The sadness of it all becomes almost unbearable. And yet, I can’t possibly wish for anything else. All the pain of the world can’t drive me to despair. I just feel the sound enfold me, smile wistfully, and dream…

2. Drunk With the Only Saints I Know (Ugly But Honest)
It’s the sound of life in its deepest register. In it you hear the sound of your own breath, you discover something deep inside that you’ve never quite been able to understand: a shy hope, held tenderly with the knowledge that all of the most perfect things in the world are also the most fragile. Mat Brooke and Jenn Ghetto sing in hushed tones, and their voices blend into something beyond mere words: full of imperfections and yet somehow brilliantly pure. The drums beat with the rhythm of your pulse, the guitars chime like wedding bells heard far in the distance. It’s as soft as can be, but shakes your soul like you can barely understand. It’s heartbreak, it’s catharsis, it’s just life, and nothing more.

1. All Apologies And Smiles, Yours Truly, Ugly Valentine (You Should Be At Home Here)
I simply do not have the words to express how deeply I love this song. It’s my favorite song in the entire universe, and honestly, nothing else is really even that close.

Listening to it today, it feels just as fresh as it did on that late-summer afternoon in 2001 when I first heard it. It sings to me of who I was then, who I am today, who I could someday be. It is my pain, my moments of despair, my wishes unfulfilled. It’s emotionally ragged, hesitant, fearful. It knows everything that haunts me, every dream lost. And yet it still lifts me up. It shows me all those things in the bright light of a morning sun. It is falling in love. It’s long evenings with friends. It’s a warm blanket and a fire on a cold night. It’s the remembrance of things past that remain with us. It’s tears running down your face, unspeakable loss, all the joy and pain of a life held together. It’s the shy smile across a room and it’s the grief at the end of a life spent together. It’s the tolling of bells that calls us home.

Honorable mentions:
11. Some Days Are Better Than Others (Ugly But Honest)
12. Brooke Daniels Tiny Broken Fingers (You Should Be At Home Here)
13. Die (I Before E)
14. Sharin’ a Hole (Scrap Book)
15. Heather Rhodes (Ugly But Honest)

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I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free

Song For Zula – Phosphorescent

Music can impose order on a feeling, channel it into a narrow band. It can harness a feeling, tame it. Or it can impose disjunctures, rip apart the seemingly clear. It can mislead by providing a tonal counterpoint to lyrics that would read entirely differently on the page. It can joke, convey a sense of irony. Or it can amplify, turning the simple and straightforward into a truth so deep it defies comprehension.

All of this is what makes it possible for such short pieces of art to convey so much. And it’s also why music demands repetition so much more than any other art form. Think of how many times you’ve listened to your favorite songs compared to the times you return to other favorite cultural items. I’m confident, for example, that I’ve spent more time in my life listening to “Hey Jude” than I have reading Anna Karenina. And that’s kind of crazy when you think about it, given the depth and complexity of Anna K and the relative simplicity of the song. And yet, every time I hear “Hey Jude, don’t make it bad…” I am once again transfixed. Those background aaaaaahs somehow say as much to me as any thousand words ever could.

I say all of this as way of introduction to “Song for Zula.” It is one of the most astonishing songs I have heard in a very long time, but every effort I’ve made to explain precisely why has simply slipped away from me. So I implore you to simply listen, drink in the allegories of love and death and pain and hope and rage and see what they mean for you. Stand with him out on that desert plain tonight, listen to the low synths, the soaring strings, the dusty voice. I don’t know what it will mean for you. But I am confident that you will not regret the experience.

The album is called Muchacho – and it’s also well worth your time.

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Race and gender in Title VII – a strange history

Poison Cup – M. Ward

I just finished Gretchen Ritter’s The Constitution As Social Design, which attempts to connect our Constitutional processes to our conceptions of civic membership, often in very interesting ways. I can’t 100% recommend the book, since I think it often struggles to successfully walk the line between historical detail and political theory. She ends by calling for a sort of publicly-minded civic membership that feels unduly optimistic and thinly developed. For a book that has exhaustively detailed the ways that theoretical gains have been twisted by their social contexts, the affirmation of this Arendtian public feels much too easy.

That said, the historical details are wonderful in their own right. Of those, I found her discussion of the Civil Rights Act to be particularly compelling. I knew vaguely that the inclusion of gender in Title VII – the most important part of the CRA, which protects against employment discrimination – reflected some of the larger tensions between race and gender at the time. However, I was not aware of just how interesting the story actually is.

The amendment to include sex provisions was introduced by Howard Smith, a Democrat from Virginia. Smith was a strong segregationist who had spent most of late-1963 attempting to bottle the CRA up in Committee. With the Kennedy assassination and LBJ’s effort to make this bill the key part of honoring JFK’s legacy, Smith couldn’t hold back the tide anymore. However, he didn’t give up the fight. Thinking that he could drive a wedge into the pro-CRA coalition, he offered the one-word amendment to add ‘sex’ as a covered category under Title VII. The idea was that the more radical supporters of the bill would also want this sex amendment, but many Northern moderates would see it as a direct threat. In particular, the notion of encouraging female employment seemed to endanger unions, who were the key base for many Northern Democrats. It was therefore meant as a kind of poison pill.

Of course, the tide of support for the bill ending up overwhelming that effect. And sex-protections ended up enshrined in law, much to the surprise of virtually everyone.

However, this story is incomplete. While Smith certainly was attempting to derail the bill, his segregationist goals do not seem to be his only motives. Surprisingly, he was actually a strong supporter of women’s rights. The amendment, therefore, seems to have been an attempt to kill the bill AND a way to improve the bill if it did pass.

In the current political climate, an alliance between intense racism and feminism seems almost impossible to imagine, but it seems to have been sustainable in the early 60s. The CRA, sans amendment, would have given black men a serious workplace advantage over white women. Given that, you can see how even those without particular feminist impulses might still support the amendment as a limited backstop for white supremacy.

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Short answers to stupid questions: Court stacking edition

Genius And The Thieves – Eluvium

Harold Maass at The Week asks: Is Obama trying to stack the courts with liberals?

If by ‘stack’ you mean ‘nominate judges to fill vacancies’ – then yes.  Yes he is.

The nefarious plot here is that he’s planning to nominate three judges at once for the DC Circuit Appeals Court.  Of course, this is a function of the ‘all filibusters all the time’ strategy of the Republicans–which has left some of those seats empty for years.  It’s not like he plotted in 2008 to wait until his second term to fill a bunch of seats simultaneously.

Then again, what if he did? We are, after all, talking about the political genius who apparently let US citizens die in a terrorist attack in order to help his presidential campaign.  Also, Vince Foster.

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Scandal-mania: some thoughts

Bad News – Eels

Okay, so the threshold for what makes a scandal really seems to be falling. Only one of these things strikes me as a legitimate ‘scandal,’ and even there it’s a pretty minor variant. It’s particularly telling to me that a number of folks have started referring to the whole collection of things as ‘Obamagate.’ What this suggests to me is that the true scandal for them is the simple fact of Obama’s presidency. He himself is the scandal, and they’re just happy to find any specific content to layer on top of that which can compel a larger story.

– The most extreme non-scandal of the bunch: Benghazi. There has never been any here here, and the newest ‘revelations’ don’t change that. It is a tragedy, and there is even something useful about poking into the post-attack fights about precisely how to understand what happened. But that’s just standard national security evaluation. If this is a scandal, then every presidential administration in history has faced literally hundreds of scandals.

– The press stuff. I have to admit that I find journalists to be, as a class, pretty obnoxious. This is never more true than when they go nuts about something that wouldn’t trouble them in the slightest if it were happening to someone else. I understand that everyone sees things differently when they impose personal (rather than social) costs. So it’s understandable, but it doesn’t make it any less contemptible.

In this case, the entire argument for additional protection to journalists in leak stories is that the Fourth Estate provides a great deal of social good. We don’t think they deserve special First Amendment protections just because they’re swell people; it’s because their contributions to society are particularly important. Which means that it is perfectly legitimate to balance other competing social values against such freedoms. All of which is to say: I grow incredibly frustrated by journalist attitudes which treat their freedoms as moral absolutes while regarding similar freedoms for other groups as merely instrumental.

In these particular cases, it is particularly important to remember that (as far as I have seen) no laws were broken, or even really bent. You may well DISAGREE with the existing state of the law, and that is totally fine. But let’s be clear about what this is. There isn’t really a ‘scandal’ here; there is a debate about what the law ought to be and a debate about whether the executive ought to exercise more discretion than they are legally obliged to do.

My basic position: I’m in favor of some executive flexibility to make judgments on this sort of stuff. While it does seem like in these cases they may have been overly enthusiastic about prosecuting the case—and ought to suffer some blowback on these issues—I’m not convinced anything seriously terrible happened here. If this sort of thing becomes far more standard, and we can begin to see real evidence of a ‘chilling effect’ on journalistic pursuit of significant stories, I think the political pushback would grow significantly. And I would absolutely join the chorus.

But we are not there right now, and honestly I don’t think we’re all that close either.

– The IRS. Okay, this is a real scandal although it’s one where the optics strike me as far more important than the actual content. The harm in question wasn’t really all that big, and it does seem to have been shut down before it could really go much of anywhere. That said, the governmental bureaucracy in general and the IRS in particular need to operate as fairly and independently as possible so when they fail to do so, it really does matter.

I’ll be pretty shocked if this ends up mattering in any kind of serious policy way for the long term. But there’s no denying it will be pretty good fodder for the anti-tax folks for many a year.

– Sexual assault in the military. And here we have a genuine scandal with absolutely horrifying consequences for those affected. 26,000 sexual assaults per year, with not nearly enough done to police them. And now several officers tasked with combating these attacks have themselves been arrested for sexual assault. That’s a problem for some pretty obvious reasons. Except: it doesn’t seem to be included on any of the lists recounting the series of scandals. I wonder why that is.

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Feel the energy all around me

Brainwash – Cillie Barnes

This song answer the question that I never knew I needed to ask: what if Cat Power wanted to combine the smooth lyricism and melodies of late 60s Motown with the liquid feel of modern chilled out electro-pop? What you end up with is a languid and wonderfully smooth beat with hints of folk and brass, all of which provides the backup to a soulful vocal performance.

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It always ends the same

Television – You Won’t

So simple, so warm, so great.  There almost couldn’t be less going on here musically.  It’s the same simple refrain sung again and again – wafting above a slow round of handclaps and a line of nine piano chords on repeat.  Really, after the first ten seconds, there is nothing new to discover musically in the rest of the song.

But that’s precisely what makes it so great.  This is one of those short little songs that somehow manages to feel like it’s been going on for decades.  it’s folk music in the old sense – you can imagine it begin sung around campfires on the frontier, or dancing around a maypole in the old world.

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Just Like Any Other Man, Only More So (a short story)

Transistor Radio – Cloud Cult

It is a little known fact that intelligent life is, in fact, alive and thriving on several other planets in our very own solar system. The reason scientists have failed to discover them is simply that they have not wished to be seen…until now.

A peaceful morning in Everytown, America. Children are lined up waiting to get on the school bus like any other day. Today, however, is not quite any day. As the door to the bus opens, they realize the driver is no longer the lovable rascal, Dennis “Doofus” Simpson. Instead, staring at them from behind the big wheel is Zorro! The children step back in consternation only to realize Zorro has bounded out of the van brandishing a sword. “On the bus, puny earthlings, we set sail immediately.” The children do not go to a particularly good school or else someone might have noticed the bus is not currently equipped with any sails. But that is neither here nor there.

Fearfully, the kids get on one by one until only little Joey remains. Do you remember Zack from Saved By the Bell? Joey looked nothing like him. He did get beat up a lot, though, which had drained him of all fear. Compared with the daily threat of losing his Magic playing cards money to the school bully, Zorro’s sword was nothing. He refused to get on the bus. Zorro certainly was not going to stand for this. He had a schedule to keep, after all. His sword flashed three times, cutting an entirely predictable Z across Joey’s shirt, causing the sour patch kids that had been safely contained in his shirt pocket to spill onto the ground.

Now Joey was a man who knew what he liked and he LIKED sour patch kids, so this naturally made him burst into tears and run away. Zorro was getting bored with the story by this point so he let Joey go and returned to the bus.

What he didn’t know, though, is that the sour patch kids were MAGICAL. Where the landed, they began to quickly grow in a manner reminiscent of Jack in the Beanstalk. Except this time, instead of plants, they produced giant replicas of the hungry hungry hippos. Zorro tried to drive away before they became too big, but since he was more used to riding horses than driving buses, he didn’t know about keys and things, so the bus didn’t move until it was swallowed up by the purple hungry hungry hippo, which certainly didn’t care that it was never explained why Zorro was from another planet or what he was doing kidnapping children in a school bus. It was pretty pissed about the tense changing halfway through, though. Hippos are like that sometimes.

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Drunks and children they always tell the truth

Drugs And Kittens I’ll Drink To That – Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Today is National Drug Take-Back Day.  The idea is that you can dispose of your expired or unused prescription drugs in a safe manner.

Let’s compare that idea to gun buybacks.  Famously, because of the ‘gun show’ loophole, the private sale of guns is basically unrestricted.  This was made extremely evident at a gun buyback a couple months ago, when a guy simply stood outside and offered to out-bid the government.

If the same fellow wanted to do this today at a drug take-back event, he wouldn’t be allowed to do it.  Why? Because selling prescription drugs for non-medical use is illegal.  After all, someone might get HURT.

Crazy world, huh?

On a related note: here’s a nice thinkpiece from John Cassidy at The New Yorker: What If the Tsarnaevs Had Been the ‘Boston Shooters’?

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Cover my skin with your sunkissed light

Texas – Magic Man

I don’t miss the 80’s.  It was a terrible decade mostly full of terrible people.  And on the whole, the music wasn’t great either.  But every rule has exceptions, and in this case it’s synth pop.  Sure, like all genres it has some trainwrecks.  But when done right, there isn’t much that sounds better.

Magic Man seem to agree.  They are the logical heirs to that tradition, blowing some of the more famous bands of recent years (The Killers, The Bravery, etc.) clean out of the water. Just listen to that synth line, those thumping drums, the ode to sunshine and nights spent on a rooftop and a whole lot of sex.  This is one of those songs that sounds so simple that you’d think anyone could do it, but which would turn saccharine and chintzy in the hands of all but the most deft musicians.

Thankfully, Magic Man do it right.

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