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- U. Wisconsin: INTERVIEW: Stuart Davis: Musings of a punk monk.
- Beat on the Brat page 1 – Music – Village Voice – Village Voice
- “Alt-dude from last century fails to embarrass himself.”
U. Wisconsin: INTERVIEW: Stuart Davis: Musings of a punk monk.
Free with registration – America's Intelligence Wire – AccessMyLibrary.com – Dec 12, 2006
” This is not a normal monk and this is not a normal show. This is Stuart Davis. Davis known as “The riginal Punk Monk” has toiled on the edge of obscurity since the release of his 1993 album “Idiot Express. ” Since then he’s released a total of 12 albums including this year’s “What”. He’s cultivated a dedicated following playing coffee houses and concert halls worldwide. With a unique blend of pop styling and mysticism his sound affects people: It might prompt a deep-bellied laugh or.
Beat on the Brat page 1 – Music – Village Voice – Village Voice
Village Voice – Dec 12, 2006
I have a pink iPod Mini docked to a Tivoli iSongBook above her crib—yes you should be laughing—filled to its 4GB brim with amorphous meditative ambient music from Brian Eno Gavin Bryars Aphex Twin Andrew Chalk Stars of the Lid Ekkehard Ehlers and others. I can tell you most of this stuff works like fairy dust (at least on our girl) but this is not traditional “baby” music. I contend that the long-form nature of ambient music and its recurring phrases strengthen recall and provide a comforting auditory assurance of constancy. The wife is basically amenable to that rationalization but we’re not kidding each other. We both know I’m programming my kid. But I’m not dressing her in punk onesies or pushing up an infant mohawk; I’m not using her to project my tastes to the outside world. To buy the baby Ramones T-shirt or play Kid A in the minivan on the way to gymnastics both parents have to be into it and if one of you isn’t embarrassed by that kind of thing—”we’re cool our daughter’s cool deal with it”—you’re not ready to have kids… The wife is basically amenable to that rationalization but we’re not kidding each other. We both know I’m programming my kid. But I’m not dressing her in punk onesies or pushing up an infant mohawk; I’m not using her to project my tastes to the outside world. To buy the baby Ramones T-shirt or play Kid A in the minivan on the way to gymnastics both parents have to be into it and if one of you isn’t embarrassed by that kind of thing—”we’re cool our daughter’s cool deal with it”—you’re not ready to have kids. Still the flip side—the pastel potato sacks the “World’s Cutest Baby” and “I HEART Daddy” tees—are commonplace to the point of unsentimental detachment. The same goes for Peter Paul and Mary; for the computer-tuned multi-tracked choruses of the Kidz Bop series; and even for gentle fireside grandpas like Burl Ives. We have a whole spectrum of cool baby clothes but little in the way of hipster baby music.
“Alt-dude from last century fails to embarrass himself.”
Village Voice – Dec 12, 2006
(For better or for worse that tune is this century’s “Big Gay Heart. “) But Dando nonetheless emerges from Lemonheads as a powerpop elder statesman and a suddenly appropriate Paul Westerberg labelmate. I’m in love with that song. ” If you squint your ears the Lemonheads’ first record 1987’s Hate Your Friends has few such lovable songs and there’s nearly enough snarl to bring to mind the skate punk that Vagrant cranked out when it started… If Dando quickly outgrew such noisy rebellion through the ’90s Vagrant’s similar evolution—from punk to pop—reflects a much wider sea change. These days Vagrant could reintroduce Dando to millions even if those millions are the kid brothers and sisters of those who knew him back in the day and have since tried to forget. After planting the punked-out post-hardcore seeds of early emo (see: Get Up Kids 1999) Vagrant has since grown into a powerpop powerhouse (see: Get Up Kids 2004) along the way evolving from a record label that issued ollie-accompanying music to a record company that could influence a nation and shape the tastes of a Vans-wearing generation. (We’ll see if they can pull this off with their other idiosyncratic 2006 release: the beer-chugging nostalgia-riffing Hold Steady. ) Like Westerberg’s children’s millions Vagrant’s champions are increasingly in love with the pop song. ” The chorus is so sweet that you can’t help but want him to stay; you’re in love with that song.