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Lately I’ve been thinking that this blog is exactly the opposite of what anyone would like to read: I write about music from almost 20 years ago, I write really long post with long paragraphs, I have no idea what it’s going on in the current music scene (this is only half true), I write about…

For the record 1994 is arguably the BEST year for music in the 90s. Herein are the classic albums of that year, in alphabetical order. I can’t possibly get into ranking these (other than to say Yank Crime is the greatest rock record of all time, by any artist in any decade).

  • Aphex Twin: Selected Ambient Works II
  • Bedhead: Whatfunlifewas
  • Brise-Glace: When In Vanitas…
  • Craw: s/t 
  • Dazzling Killmen: Face of Collapse
  • Drive Like Jehu: Yank Crime
  • Elliott Smith: Roman Candle
  • Flying Saucer Attack: Distance
  • JAKS: Hollywood Blood Capsule
  • Low: I Could Live in Hope
  • Palace Brothers: Days in the Wake
  • Palace Songs: Hope EP
  • R.E.M.: Monster
  • Rodan: Rusty
  • Shellac: At Action Park
  • Superchunk: Foolish
  • Tortoise: s/t
  • Weezer: s/t

And then there are some other capital-C Classics that others would canonize but which I would place below most or all of the above:

  • Bark Psychosis: Hex
  • Jeff Buckley: Grace
  • Pavement: Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain
  • Slowdive: Souvlaki

And I’m probably forgetting some others—for instance in any other genres of music like hip hop which was having its own heyday at this time.

Listening to Justin Timberlake’s new album, The 20/20 Experience, for at least the 10th time while I still have to listen to an incredible amount of albums released in 1994, makes me feel quite guilty. 

A few more for your ongoing 1994 lists!

  • Hole: Live Through This
  • Shudder to Think: Pony Express Record
  • Freedy Johnston: This Perfect World
  • Brainiac: Bonsai Superstar
  • Jawbox: For Your Own Special Sweetheart

Still no one has mentioned Suede’s Dog Man Star.

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Watch Janelle Monae’s video for “Q.U.E.E.N.” featuring Erykah Badu.

This is one intense game of rock-paper-scissors.

pitchfork:

Watch Janelle Monae’s video for “Q.U.E.E.N.” featuring Erykah Badu.

This is one intense game of rock-paper-scissors.

Just for fun.

Just for fun.

The first copy of The Division Bell I bought was on cassette. This was the image on the cassette case.

The first copy of The Division Bell I bought was on cassette. This was the image on the cassette case.

I had a giant poster of this image on my bedroom wall all through high school. It’s my favorite thing Storm Thorgerson ever did, a strangely haunting symbol of human-to-human communication and how it doesn’t always go the way we hope it will. 
If there’s a legitimate criticism that could be leveled at most of the work Hipgnosis did over its long run as one of the most in-demand album art companies in the world, it’s that a lot of those cool images don’t really have much to say; they’re to be taken almost as decorative. That doesn’t apply to all of them, of course, but when I look at that Audioslave cover they did, there’s not a whole lot to it. The point is that it’s enigmatic.
The Division Bell is different, though. Communication is a theme running through the album, so it makes sense that the artwork would reflect this, of course, in much the same way that, say Thorgerson’s Wish You Were Here cover reflected the themes of that album back in 1975. 
So you have these heads in a field. And they are actually big, metal head sculptures, placed in a field, with Ely Cathedral way in the background. They’re shot in real light, with no matting or computer graphics. 
And they’re talking to each other, sort of. Their mouths are open, but they’re both open, as though they’re talking past each other as much as to each other. And then again, the overall expression on their faces suggests that maybe they’re not even talking at all. They’re poised to talk, but they can’t think of what to say. Stand back far enough, and it even looks a bit like a single face, surprised at something you just said. 
These blank-eyed sculptures are much more effective ciphers for the difficulties of telling each other how we really feel than two actual people would have been; they don’t have anything about them that suggests class, race, ideology, or any of the other things that artificially divide us. They’re the ultimate equals, and that means they share equal credit for anything they work out and are equally complicit when they blow it.
This is, of course, an example of an album cover made with a real budget. That is increasingly not an option, and people find ways around it. I think a lot of people would default to doing this by computer today, maybe with 3D models. It may not even look that different, but it wouldn’t be quite the same. For one thing, with real sculptures, Thorgerson and his team were able to move these figures all over the place and take photos under different conditions for different effects, effects that they may not have been able to predict. Open air photography is an invitation to serendipity. 
There may or may not be a very subtle message about religion being a bell that divides in this image—I’m not sure if they were thinking about that or not when they chose Ely Cathedral’s bell tower as the thing that would be between the mouths of these heads. What the cathedral’s placement does accomplish rather nicely, though, is something that the best surreal images are uniquely suited to do: it reminds us how very strange the world looks on a regular basis.
That cathedral just sticks up over the trees at the end of this winterized field. People take it for granted, but it doesn’t really look like it belongs there when you scrutinize it. I wish there were more images online of the photo shoot for this album cover. I’d rather like to see the staging. 
I may do a lot of writing, but I’ve never thought of myself as a great communicator, at least as far as the people in my life are concerned. So when I look at this image—when I looked at it every day, up there on my wall, it reminds me that this is pretty tough for everybody; everyone has his or her own communication problems. Sometimes, they render us mute, other times, they make us talk over or past one another.
In either event, I also think it’s notable that these big head sculptures are missing ears. Half of communication is listening, and when we forget that, it leads to problems. 
This is my favorite thing Storm Thorgerson did. I hope he knew how good it was.

I had a giant poster of this image on my bedroom wall all through high school. It’s my favorite thing Storm Thorgerson ever did, a strangely haunting symbol of human-to-human communication and how it doesn’t always go the way we hope it will. 

If there’s a legitimate criticism that could be leveled at most of the work Hipgnosis did over its long run as one of the most in-demand album art companies in the world, it’s that a lot of those cool images don’t really have much to say; they’re to be taken almost as decorative. That doesn’t apply to all of them, of course, but when I look at that Audioslave cover they did, there’s not a whole lot to it. The point is that it’s enigmatic.

The Division Bell is different, though. Communication is a theme running through the album, so it makes sense that the artwork would reflect this, of course, in much the same way that, say Thorgerson’s Wish You Were Here cover reflected the themes of that album back in 1975. 

So you have these heads in a field. And they are actually big, metal head sculptures, placed in a field, with Ely Cathedral way in the background. They’re shot in real light, with no matting or computer graphics. 

And they’re talking to each other, sort of. Their mouths are open, but they’re both open, as though they’re talking past each other as much as to each other. And then again, the overall expression on their faces suggests that maybe they’re not even talking at all. They’re poised to talk, but they can’t think of what to say. Stand back far enough, and it even looks a bit like a single face, surprised at something you just said. 

These blank-eyed sculptures are much more effective ciphers for the difficulties of telling each other how we really feel than two actual people would have been; they don’t have anything about them that suggests class, race, ideology, or any of the other things that artificially divide us. They’re the ultimate equals, and that means they share equal credit for anything they work out and are equally complicit when they blow it.

This is, of course, an example of an album cover made with a real budget. That is increasingly not an option, and people find ways around it. I think a lot of people would default to doing this by computer today, maybe with 3D models. It may not even look that different, but it wouldn’t be quite the same. For one thing, with real sculptures, Thorgerson and his team were able to move these figures all over the place and take photos under different conditions for different effects, effects that they may not have been able to predict. Open air photography is an invitation to serendipity. 

There may or may not be a very subtle message about religion being a bell that divides in this image—I’m not sure if they were thinking about that or not when they chose Ely Cathedral’s bell tower as the thing that would be between the mouths of these heads. What the cathedral’s placement does accomplish rather nicely, though, is something that the best surreal images are uniquely suited to do: it reminds us how very strange the world looks on a regular basis.

That cathedral just sticks up over the trees at the end of this winterized field. People take it for granted, but it doesn’t really look like it belongs there when you scrutinize it. I wish there were more images online of the photo shoot for this album cover. I’d rather like to see the staging. 

I may do a lot of writing, but I’ve never thought of myself as a great communicator, at least as far as the people in my life are concerned. So when I look at this image—when I looked at it every day, up there on my wall, it reminds me that this is pretty tough for everybody; everyone has his or her own communication problems. Sometimes, they render us mute, other times, they make us talk over or past one another.

In either event, I also think it’s notable that these big head sculptures are missing ears. Half of communication is listening, and when we forget that, it leads to problems. 

This is my favorite thing Storm Thorgerson did. I hope he knew how good it was.

George Jones: “The Grand Tour” (The Grand Tour, 1974)

No one did heartbreak quite like George Jones. It’s hard to think of another songwriter that got dumped so regularly and with such exquisitely detailed emotion.

He did that for about sixty years, and along the way his voice became the prototype for hundreds of other country singers. He had a great voice, but his songs worked as much for his delivery, which felt honest no matter how cleverly the phrase it was carrying turned.

He was 81 when he passed away yesterday. I’ve seen a lot of people express surprise that he made it to such an old age, but what can you say? The man’s liver was stout, and his songs turned the tables on everything awful about life with subtle humor. Let a few tears fall in your beer and raise your glass to him.

Here is Bob Brozman playing “Moana Chimes,” with his National on his lap. I could watch this forever.

The Bob Brozman Orchestra: “Lumiere de la Mer” (Lumiere, 2007)

Yesterday, the extraordinary guitarist and extraordinary person Bob Brozman died at just 59.

Brozman is not a household name, but he was gifted instrumentalist with a curious ear who struck out around the world looking for new sounds and incorporating them into his polyglot playing style. His favored instrument was the National guitar, a gleaming steel-bodied acoustic with a resonance nearly as ebullient as his playing. 

What I get most from Brozman’s music is an overwhelming sense of joy. Joy in discovery, joy in making these sounds come out of this beautiful instrument, joy in creation, joy in life. Brozman loved the world and reached out to grab it. He was capable of holding most of it in his fretting and picking hands. 

In 2007, he released Lumiere under the name the Bob Brozman Orchestra. The joke of the group name is that the orchestra is all Bob Brozman, playing dozens of stringed instruments, including his beloved National over the top. That picture of the “Bob Brozman Orchestra” is Brozman 27 times, holding each of the instruments he plays on the album, including sax, mallet percussion and hand percussion in addition to all those strings.

“Lumiere de la Mer” is more a controlled explosion than a song, three minutes and thirteen seconds that feel as though they want to burst apart from the sheer amount of energy and happiness inside. It’s like finding out someone you love is in love with you too. 

I can’t thank Brozman enough for the music he left behind. I’ll be listening to him all night.

Another example of a Hipgnosis album cover that tells a simple but effective story. In this case, you have to unfold the gatefold to get the punchline, though. Things are not what they seem in the house on the hill!

Another example of a Hipgnosis album cover that tells a simple but effective story. In this case, you have to unfold the gatefold to get the punchline, though. Things are not what they seem in the house on the hill!

I was down an end-of-semester rabbit hole last week when I learned that Storm Thorgerson died. Thorgerson’s design and photography work for Hipgnosis, and that company’s work for Pink Floyd especially, made a huge impression on me when I was in high school, and to this day, I have a sort of automatic attraction to a certain kind of surreal image—the unexpected object, sitting benignly in a landscape—that occurs no matter how ridiculous the image is.

Hipgnosis made a lot of other kinds of images, though. Thorgerson wasn’t the only one at the company, of course—he founded it with Aubrey Powell, and Peter Christopherson of Throbbing Gristle was among the many others who did outstanding work for them over the years—but with Powell, he was half of its guiding vision.

I don’t like all the work they did—they went through a phase with a lot of illustrated, roboticized images in the late 70s that I find especially puzzling, and those last few rounds of Pink Floyd reissues (immersion sets aside) struggled to find a coherent way to visit with the past and never quite located it—but they have did really fantastic stuff that’s among my favorite album art ever.

The one above is the front and back of the first solo album by Gary Brooker, best known as the pianist and singer for Procol Harum. Hipgnosis did a lot of great covers that told stories, and this is probably my favorite. The front cover especially just perfectly captures the sense that everything is going terribly wrong, and this guy is OK with it. Hey, man, why panic if you’re gonna crash? Might as well go out smiling.

I don’t know if Thorgerson went out smiling necessarily, but I do know he went out working—he kept doing LP art to the end of his life. You can argue with some of the results. When he was called on to work for a band trying to re-live the glory days of 70s rock, he could produce work that looked like an imitation of himself, but I suppose that’s always a potential trap of greatness and innovation. As I get time, I’ll run through some more of my favorite Hipgnosis covers over the next few days.