Dr. Dog - Shame, Shame

Standing on top of the clouds, looking down on the land below in contemplative peace would be the proper way to listen to “Unbearable Why,” one of the best songs on Dr. Dog’s new album. Though lead vocalist Scott McMicken’s falsetto warns that the eye of the storm approaches, swirling double harmonies and minimalist 4-chord piano plunking seep into a breezy ‘60s beach vibe. As the Philadelphia-based quintet switches to a new record label and feels the mounting pressures of touring, Shame, Shame takes a few turns for the melancholy. McMicken wrote the laid-back “Shadow People” as he grew exhausted of the quirky characters and places in West Philly. Troubles and ashamed confessions culminate into a huddled cry on the title track, an emotional catharsis where the vocals ooze with honesty and the bass drips with sadness. Lines like "I used to wander the streets at midnight/avoiding any signs of life" paint a grim picture. Yet, in traditional Dr. Dog fashion, layers of gooey reverb, feel-good guitar riffs, and playful hi-hat overshadow the doom. In the band’s first try at recording outside their home studio, Shame, Shame has more polish. The airy, thrown-together vibe remains, and it’s as enjoyable as ever.

Life-Changer!

Um, I'm sorry, but HOW DID I NOT KNOW THAT ELLIOTT SMITH ALSO PLAYED MUSIC IN A BAND? And Brendan Benson opened for them on tour? Oh sweet mother of music worship shrine kingdom royalty! If only I was older than 9 years when this was happening... the things I missed...


Someone fill me in, and quick.

My Heart Crushing Love for Dogs, Doctors, etc.

I'm listening to Dr. Dog's newest album, Shame, Shame. I was really quite happy with their relationship with Park the Van records, and although I have to admit that I'm not in the band or conducting any of the business of album releases, I'm upset with their new relationship with Anti- Records. It feels like traitorship to me, mostly because Park the Van feels like they are my best friend, and Anti- feels like they are my dad's sleazy friend who's trying to have sex with me. (Not that this is happening in real life, like, at all, but you know.)

One shallow reason that I am upset with Anti is that they fail to provide me with a digital or physical copy of the album. Their stream doesn't even work. So I'm listening to the new album on Grooveshark. Thank god for semi-illegal music websites.

Reading this Under the Radar write-up on Shame, Shame, I also feel like the band was forced into recording in a "real" studio, and pressured to adopt a style that wasn't completely and totally "theirs."

Politics. You know when your life is inconsequential when:
-Dr. Dog signing to a new label is as dramatic as your aggressive hate for all Americans opposed to health care reform. I want true, unforced music! And I want to not lose my left eyeball by this time next year! Remember, it is a tragedy to be young and uninsured.

NOW, DOWN TO BUSINESS.

Despite any kind of drama I mentioned (and really dreamed up out of thin air) above, this album is the epitome of HI-i-want-to-listen-to-you-all-day! It's the "let's pull up a lounge chair!" type of music. And an album where you can simultaneously reflect about life's disappointments and its simple pleasures. Melodies swirl perfectly, and time stops, and all you can do is curl up or sprawl out and take a very deep breath. Just stop what you are doing.

"Unbearable Why" is a particular favorite of mine. After a few listens, I'm still trying to pinpoint why it stands out to me. There is this three chord piano plunking - plunk, plunk, plunk. Very simple stuff, almost an Asian minimalism to it. Then they have these two-part harmonies about clouds that literally sound so airy that you are in the clouds, staring down at earth, through the fluffy fuzz you're standing on. Did you ever play N64's Yoshi's Story? (Yeah, I was the target audience for sissy video games.) It's like you are Yoshi, and you're on the clouds, and there is a friendly dragon that you have to jump onto before you can eat more eggs and make Yoshi fatter. The guitars are massively peaceful, and the electric riffs add just enough edge to this powdery goodness.

The title track borrows My Morning Jacket's Jim James for a few harmonies. (Sidenote: James is who got the word out about Dr. Dog - after he heard Toothbrush, their second album, he took them on tour.) (Sidenote 2: Jim James is everywhere!) Melancholy drips from the bass. I love this line - "I used to wander the streets at midnight/avoiding any signs of life." All of lead singer Scott McMicken's troubles and ashamed confessions culminate into a huddled cry, an emotional catharsis that oozes honesty and avoids self-importance.

I love how McMicken describes "Shadow People" - "This one apartment I was living in, I felt like I was stuck in the insane heart of West Philly. It’s a weird, insular little community, and there’s a lot going on and a lot of crazy, flamboyant characters and a lot of porch life and coffee shops. But for me, it was kind of overwhelming, and I had overextended myself into the lives of a lot of wacky people, because those are the type of people that I gravitate towards the most."

It reminds me of my trip to Los Angeles, where one person was quirkier than the next, and everyone was living out some kind of dream, stylishly and not without risk. It seems like such a romantic notion to me.

Every piece of music that Dr. Dog crafts has the romance for me. Simple enough to leave playing, yet layered and complex enough to reflect upon, I'm going to go ahead and say that my love for these Philadelphians will continue. I'm not going to listen to this album over and over again. But every month or so, when my Dr. Dog craving returns, Shame, Shame will be a welcome addition to my ever unquenchable thirst for music that makes me feel like I'm in the 60s, on the beach.

Sharon Jones & the Dap-Kings - I Learned the Hard Way

Sharon Jones makes music the way it’s supposed to be made, with an eight-track tape machine and a voice that fills the gaping holes in your stomach with a fullness that leaves no room for fluff. The thick, soulful yearning that oozes from her vocal chords is only further enhanced by a backing band that plays horns with saucy, polished verve. While the Rock Hall celebrates the beginnings of Philly soul, Jones is busy creating a second movement. The band’s fourth album, I Learned the Hard Way, kicks off with “The Game Gets Old,” a smooth number that chugs along with all the charms found in old Stax records – a grand, sweeping introduction, brassy flourishes, and the casual sway of rhythm. We’re reminded of the past but also forced back into the present with “Money,” where Jones squeals and screams, “I’m hungry and tired, but my money’s all spent/money, where have you gone to?” The Dap-Kings are best when fired up; attitude explodes from “She Ain’t a Child No More” and the title track. I Learned the Hard Way is not a throwback, but a modern re-thinking of old soul.

A Night of Many Concerts

I was supposed to go to two different concerts last night, and I made it to neither. I guess some might call it old age; I prefer to call it "sickness prevention." Going on limited sleep for the past couple of weeks, I just needed a break from being hip. (We all know how cool I am, yeah? My love for unicorns and Oscar Wilde gives it away, I think. Hrmmph.)


So yeah, I was supposed to see some locals at the Grog Shop. I had also promised a friend I'd check out the Temper Trap at the the HOB's Cambridge Room.

At the risk of sounding reeeallly old, and ever more peculiar, (I don't use a cane yet, but that time will come) I'm going to throw out a blanket statement: out of both of the concerts I was supposed to see, I would have preferred to swap with my parents. They went downtown to the Moondog Coronation Ball. While they were watching the 70-year-old members of The Turtles, Paul Revere + the Raiders, and Little Anthony and the Imperials, all the hip young kids were missing out.

I guarantee that the old people fest out-funned any of my other options for the night. When you've got a slew of sweet-ass old musicians (including the keyboardist from the Cars, I must mention), and a slew of sweet-ass old people in the crowd, that just can't be beat. I would have loved to say that I was the youngest baby in the audience, watching those masters at work.

In the end, I ate a bowl of chicken noodle soup and hung out around the house while my sister and her friends played drinking games to The Room. It was one of those nights - the ones where you wish you grew up in the 60s and 70s, before Tommy Wiseau was making awful soft-core porn movies and before local bands with emo haircuts tried to sweep 12 year olds off their feet.

I mean, really, swooning over bowl-cuts must have been so much classier. No?

Best Thing I've Seen All Day

Ben Folds, singing to chatroulette folks. On toilets.

The Soft Pack - Answer to Yourself

I read a lot about the Soft Pack nowadays. They are all over the internetz, all over Paste, and all over my face. (K, that was a lie.) But really, the one thing I read most is: "... bs... bs... bs... They used to be called The Muslims, but changed their name for obvious reasons.... bs.... bs... bs..."

Yeah, whatever.

The important thing to know about the Soft Pack is really this: "Answer to Yourself" is the best song you'll hear in weeks. It's got all the classy elements of a solid rock song: great, simple chords, a just-distorted-enough vibe, and a whole lot of power. Oh, and what a chorus. And another reference to dying before realizing dreams (Japandroids much?). Let's put it this way: during my 5:30am jog (I sm crazy), I played it on repeat, and might have started headbanging (just a little - I mean, there were people around). Then I ate an entire pizza.

Again, point is: rock out. This song is simple, and it's solid, and it immediately caught my ear. It will catch yours too, if you let it.