Zorn Quote of the Week

My John Zorn quote of the week, as seen in The Georgia Straight:

I’m influenced by everything that I look at. It could be a turd on the street. You never know.

And my other (paraphrased) John Zorn quote of the week, allegedly said to someone talking in the audience of an Electric Masada concert in Seattle over the weekend (as reported to the Zorn List):

Well, keep your big fat fucking mouth shut asshole, we are up here trying to concentrate on some music here, fuck! Goddamn what an idiot…

This, of course, from the man who told Madeleine Albright and Vaclav Havel (and I think Lou Reed was in the audience too) to “shut the fuck up.”

music's Apparel area all awry

Good lord. I was looking for reviews of Japanese noise artist Merzbow‘s Oersted on when their much-vaunted Apparel and Accessories page — plugged in different banners and tabs and music product details themselves — spat out this particular gem:

Customers who shopped for this item also wear:

* Clean Underwear from Amazon’s Eddie Bauer Store
* Ladybug Rain Boots from Amazon’s Nordstrom Store
* Suede Headwraps from Amazon’s International Male Store
* Cheetah Print Slippers from Amazon’s Old Navy Store

Merzbow listeners wear ladybug rain boots???


a fellow music lover

Here’s to Chuck Busch — fellow music lover, Exoticaring member, and big Siesta fan — who left us too soon. I only knew him through e-mail, but he will be missed.

Listen easy, Chuck.


The best albums I heard in 2001.

Every year I post a list of my favorites; this year’s list is a little late.


Princess Diana and King Richard; or, Two Royal Disappointments.

Diana Krall‘s The Look of Love ups the ante on her previous When I Look In Your Eyes album: more strings, more mush. Krall’s voice — cool, even cold, with limited range but nicely expressive nonetheless — sounds just about perfect in an intimate, small-group setting (check out the wonderful All for You), but it just isn’t strong enough to compete with the forced grandiloquence of a string orchestra. (Madeline and I saw her in concert with Tony Bennett at the Hollywood Bowl last year, and she was okay with the orchestra — but not like Bennett, who simply brought the house down.) Here, the humor and life are just about sucked out of the songs, with Krall left to slaughter “Besame Mucho” — perhaps she should get lessons from her idol Nat King Cole on how a non-Spanish speaker is supposed to sing the song. The booklet’s gauzy shots (click on the “gallery” link) of her cleavage, her pouting lips and her legs — combined with all the fussy string arrangements — betray a sad lack of faith on the part of her handlers in her ability to smolder just as well in a trio. We want the old Diana back.

For another utter disappointment, Aphex Twin‘s new double album, Drukqs, vividly illustrates the sad state of electronic music. Or maybe it’s my tastes that have changed, but this sounds so 1998. Richard D. James cranks out 30 interchangeable and sometimes undeveloped tracks of stale drill-‘n-bass, piano pieces right out of Satie’s “Gymnopedies,” a prepared piano tune here and there. And the unpronounceable titles, the sampled unintelligible mumblings, the nursery-rhyme melodies are all still here — just buried underneath the heavy sameness of it all. It’s like he burned his laptop leavings onto a couple of CDRs and mailed it off to Sire.