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Popdose 2013: Rob Smith’s Favorite Music of 2013

  If these records could talk … 1. Jason Isbell, Southeastern The last time I saw her, she was standing in a doorway, about to go inside and do something—something, that is, in addition to transitioning from a physical presence to a figure in memory. An embrace, a “see you later,” a wave from the doorway, and gone. We missed each other the next day, a breakfast date canceled at the last minute, the click on the phone was pretty much final, though neither of us knew that then. In the ensuing months, there were attempts at meeting, weak though they were (mine were stronger by far, but no matter), but there was physical distance too wide to bridge, and distinct lives to return to, and work of the sort that causes too many disconnects, too many wires severed and cauterized at their ends. We hadn’t been together long, but our togetherhood was impressive for its intensity, for our intensity, the intensity of us. Ultimately, though, we weren’t together long enough. Over the years, I’d …

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The Twenty-First Day of Mellowmas: Ariana Stardeath Pudding Mix

Jeff: Hey, Jason! Jason: Hey there, Jeff! Man, the air is crisp today! I’m feeling good! Jeff: Oh, I was hoping you’d say that. Jason: This fucking holiday is almost over! December 26th just gets closer and closer. Jeff: Yes, and then this Christmas will become last Christmas. Jason: Well…yes. That’s true. This Christmas will become last WAIT A SECOND Jeff: Remember last Christmas, Jason? Jason: No. No. No. No. No. Jeff: I gave you my heart. Jason: You did not, in fact, give me your heart. Jeff: And an autographed photo of the cast of Family Ties. Jason: You did give me that. Jeff: The very next day, you gave it away. Jason: I traded it in for an autographed photo of Richard Moll! Jeff: This year, Jason, guess what? Jason: Let me guess: an autographed photo of Conrad Bain? Because I received that gift, thank you very much. Jeff: Yes! But also we get to listen to a new cover of your favorite Christmas song! “Last Christmas”! By Ariana Grande! Jason: Jeff, you …

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The Vinyl Diaries: Jason Isbell, “Southeastern”

Since maybe late February (when it leaked online), my favorite record of the year has been the Flaming Lips’ The Terror. The record’s unyielding tone of desperation and desolation appeals to me. Its abstraction and noise play nicely with the cacophony one might experience in one’s head, particularly when one finds him- or herself in a particularly despairing mood, for whatever reason (or no reason at all), in which every voice encountered, every sentiment expressed, every attempt made at connection, everything slips down a hole somewhere inside one’s heart and disappears. Everything tastes sour. Everything sounds like static, like Psychocandy and Loveless, with melodies extracted from them, turned up way too loud. The Terror finds space in the fuzz, like a seed in soil, germinating in all directions. Still, The Terror is merely an acknowledgement, proof of life inside and outside the noise. What it isn’t is a balm—an agent of comfort. For that, one might turn to new records by Americana artists I have long revered—Steve Earle (The Low Highway), Patty Griffin (American Kid), …

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10 Movies…Directed By Rock and Pop Stars (To Prepare You for Rob Zombie’s ‘The Lords of Salem’)

Lots of musicians decide they are famous and attractive enough to act, but it takes a special kind of hubris to take a break from making music to direct a movie. Sometimes it works out, as with the fruitful horror filmmaking career of Rob Zombie, whose The Lords of Salem comes out this week. Here are some others who gave it a shot. The Education of Charlie Banks The guy who got an Oscar nomination for The Social Network was once directed by Fred Durst, the guy who wrote the line “gimme somethin’ to break / how ‘bout your fuckin’ face.” But he does know what it’s like to be a violent thug, so there’s that. Yentl Streisand has one of the greatest voices ever, and she’s a good actress, too. And then there’s this literal vanity project, in which the 41-year-old Streisand directs her own performance as a teenager, who disguises herself as a boy to attend a yeshiva. Falling From Grace Ol’ John Cougar made himself up a movie-film real good like, with …

The Weekly Mixtape: Ethan’s Mix

Hi! This is Ethan. Well, technically, he’s Super Ethan in this picture. Which makes sense, ’cause Ethan is my super-awesome nephew. Ethan turned nine years old last month. Which means that he’s approximately six years older than I remember him being yesterday, but that’s besides the point. He’s nine. I remember being nine. Don’t you? I was big into music. I saw the Monkees that year. Weird Al opened. It was awesome. So it’s a formative time (for better or for worse). And Ethan needs some awesome music to accompany being nine years old. Only problem is, the most current thing I’ve listened to is that song Christopher Cross wrote for 30 Rock. (Which is totally wicked!) So perhaps I’m not the best judge of current music that a nine-year-old would dig. Thankfully, there are a lot of people on the Popdose staff who either listen to current music, or know what nine-year-olds dig (or should dig), or all three. So I asked them to help put together a mixtape to join Ethan in his …

CD Review: The Flaming Lips, “Dark Side of the Moon”

I spent close to a decade playing songs from Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon on the radio every single day.  I’ve bought the album about five times in four different formats.  I’ve scribbled the album art onto countless notebooks and textbook covers.  I’ve done the Wizard of Oz thing so much that I started doing it with other movies just for a change of pace. I know The Dark Side of the Moon record inside and out.  I could tell you the tracklisting off the top of my head having been woken up suddenly in the middle of the night after having been drinking.  I’ve gotten lost in my headphones in the dark side of dorm rooms so many times that I pretty much have the entire 42 minutes and 59 seconds imprinted on my damaged brain.  I’ve listened to it so much that I’ve pretty much gotten to the point where I don’t need or want to listen to it anymore, despite my love for it. I know I’m not alone.  In …