Inutile de vous présenter Silver mt. Zion. Le collectif canadien vient de sortir un nouveau chef d’oeuvre Fuck Off Get Free We Pour Light On Everything et n’a clairement pas terminé de régler ses comptes avec le monde. On garde espoir.
On remercie Efrim pour son temps, on est hyper fier de partager ça avec vous.
Sur la route en France :
18 février / Lyon, épicerie moderne
19 février / Limoges, ccm john lennon
20 février / Nantes, stereolux
21 février / St malo, fest. la route du rock hiver
11 mars / Paris, la cigale
“HOW LOW CAN A PUNK GET”- BAD BRAINS
how does this sound even exist ?
while we were all sleeping, four kids burnt a mountain down.
almost nobody noticed.
“WILLIE O’ WINSBURY”- ANNE BRIGGS
there’s some melodies that can’t be deciphered- you try to solve the riddle of it by dismantling it, and all you end up with is a pile of broken shit laying on the floor.
“WHISKEY IN THE JAR”- THIN LIZZY
it’s not so hard being in a band. you play drums, i play bass, johnny from down the road can play guitar. the important thing is to love music, and go at it with reverence- listen to the ancient shit sometimes, run your fingers over it like they were runes found in the desert. go at it like that, and if you’re lucky, you’ll poop out something that sings half as true as this.
“HOLD ON DEAR BROTHER”- THE BEACH BOYS
fuck the beach boys.
this song though, was writ in 1972 by south african hired guns, and sounds like something entirely different than self pity, wealth and decadence.
blondie chaplin, ricky fataar= bless ‘em.
but fuck the beach boys.
“I’LL NEVER FORGET YOU”- HUSKER DU
another regal divebomber, by another band that never got paid.
this was my adolescence in endless basements, sleeping overnight in public parks, always broke and looking for cigarettes and a ride.
and this song, then as now, over and over and over again.
“IT’S GOOD TO HAVE MET YOU”- THE PUPILS
daniel higgs/asa osborne. would be a better world if it was them instead of simon and garfunkel blocking traffic.
“COFFIN MAKER”- CHRISSY ZEMBO TEMBO AND NGOZI FAMILY
zambia 1974. you can hear a hand on the faders pushing the guitar up and down and up.
the best songs are the ones where the drummer keeps getting faster in spite of.
“LOVE CRY”- ALBERT AYLER
and we all got lifted up to heaven, while the wicked were left behind.
it was surprising, because we were sure there wasn’t any heaven, and all we’d ever known was the wicked rewarded.
but look, look now,
it’s all of us, together, rising through the clouds-
and then we were just falling rain.
“ESKIMO BLUE DAY”- JEFFERSON AIRPLANE
well, you know, the sixties, whatever.
was a problem that just kept getting worse.
mick jagger and his stupid callisthenics.
then there’s this mighty song, and the guitars therein.
“you call it rain but the human name doesn’t mean shit to a tree”.
absolutely, and forever.
(sorry about the flute.)
“OH SIENNA”- FIVER
a great song by someone who deserves more. if i were a media baron, this would play before and after the dinnertime newshour.
god bless simone schmidt and all who sail with her.
“WISH SOMEONE WOULD CARE”- IRMA THOMAS
maybe you don’t like soul music.
maybe you don’t like irma thomas.
maybe you should stop wasting my time.
“LOOKING AT YOU”- MC5
since the age of fifteen,
there is no band i care about more than the mc5.
they’re like a dear friend who passed, but you still think about them everyday.
i can’t even fathom this band with anything approaching objectivity, i got friends who think they’re cornball-
i look at ‘em sideways and change the subject right fast.
“HE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE”- DAVE VAN RONK
there’s a live version of this from phil ochs’ funeral and it’s the angriest sad song ever.
it’s a weird one because it doesn’t swing at all,
but there’s something about the cadence all squared up like that-
feels like a choked sobbing that you gots to keep buried inside.
“EAST ST.-LOUIS BLUES”- BLIND WILLE MCTELL
blind willie mctell wrote and sang twenty of my favorite songs.
this one’s my favorite of those.
in my dreams i’m half as slick as him,
and mutter my own damn wisdoms with a prettiest grin.
“ELIPSE OV FLOWERS”- PSYCHIC TV
i was 19 years old,
with nowhere to lay my head,
coming down off acid in a friend’s back yard while the sun rose.
knee deep in weeds, and the clothesline was thwacking in the wind.
i was a thief and a creep mostly.
a lot of regrets.
but then, this song,
and i feel that mighty
and eternal again.
“WHEN SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH MY BABY”- SAM AND DAVE
good advice from two dudes who hated each other.
boy, we all of us spend too much time harboring hurt feelings,
don’t we ?