Cue the Sinatra, it’s the Top 10, my way.

Now that it’s February, I’m coming around on this one. Thy cynical side of me thinks that the Top-10 List is just a lazy way for editors to fill space. Most of the time the selections are either painfully obvious or hopelessly obscure. And then the competition begins to prove that your list is both painfully obvious while being hopelessly obscure. (“If you had any taste at all, you’d see how right I am about the brilliance, no the importance, of Deerhoof’s latest long-player.”)

But it’s also kinda fun, and I’m feeling frisky. So here’s my Top 10 List of albums new to me in 2007. It’s my blog, right? I can change the rules as I go.

1. Feist — Let it Die / The Reminder.

I’ve always had a thing for the understated female vocalist. Let it be known, Feist is now officially christened the new Queen and Heir to a proud tradition that started with an 8th grade crush on Edie Brickell. (Or maybe it was Judy Garland singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” when I was seven. I need to meditate on that for a bit.) I first heard her a year or so ago singing backup on The Kings Of Convenience‘s “Riot On An Empty Street” (led by Erlend Øye who deserves a post of his own.) I read the liner notes and noted the name. How would I know it would turn into this?

“Let it Die” hooked me with it’s Sounds Of The 70’s fender rhodes / disco / steely-dan-with-a-DJ overlay. Truth be told, I loved it so much that The Reminder’s return to alt-folk form was a let down. But she showed me the light. She proved to me that she was right. And then I went to see her one magical night. AHHH!!! Next!

2. Perry Ferrell’s Satellite Party — Ultra Payloaded.

This almost made number one. But then I realized that it was a lie and that I was just being difficult. Jane’s has a special place in my heart. It’s a place formerly occupied by James Taylor, proving Darwin right. (Perry/SweetBabyJames cage match anyone?) Anyway, that place in my heart is so big and welcoming that I give any and all Jane’s Alumni a chance. I honestly liked Porno For Pyros, and I’ve purchased Dave’s solo album and Perry’s and the various compilations, and even Psi Com for heck of it. And I got into Strays, though no, it wasn’t Shocking.

Most of it was, eh, ok, and I expected little from this new project: a concept album about an interstellar alien rave thing. Lollapalooza in space. With guitar from Extreme. What I didn’t expect was 1) Songwriting 2) Fun. Much as I loved ’em, Jane’s never had the best tunes. Catchy bass lines, you bet. Cool guitars, yep. Crazy lyrics with razor-sharp delivery, hecks yeah! But songs? Only sometimes. And they weren’t exactly fun. They were more like a baggy of magic mushrooms. A dose of Jane’s could be possibly pleasant and occasionally cathartic, but never simply fun.

But this trip is all that and more. C’mon, man. Give it a try.

3. Lou Reed — Transformer

There’s something about a good 70’s rock ‘n’ roll album that just begs me to hit repeat. Tape compression, the simple arrangements, the straight-froward production: a lot of 70’s rock just feels right to me. It feels like what it is — 4 guys and a few friends in a room making a record. When the smoke clears enough to see the producer, when the highs and lows of the night find their nocturnal bliss, somewhere in there rock ‘n roll happened like it never will again.

Lou made it happen for me on his second solo album, the Bowie/Ronson produced Transformer. He spun my iPod round and round like record player for most of the spring of ’07. Transformer has the right mix (unlike The Blue Mask) between great pop and solid rock with enough sonic experiments to keep it interesting. No small amount of the album’s charm spurts forth from the subject matter: Sexual Deviation and Associated Emotional Frustration as embodied by NYC’s most colorful characters.

One thing that always strikes me is the proximity between this stuff and the Hippie Generation. We’re barely two years past Woodstock, but already the Flower-Powered 60’s are something that never were to the New Yorkers and Englishmen making this music.

Some vinyl cousins to consider: Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust & Young Americans (et al); Thin Lizzy’s Live & Dangerous (which according to Tony Visconti was mostly overdubs dubbed in said smoky rooms); T. Rex’s Electric Warrior; Television’s Marquee Moon… etc.

The last of the breed, in my once again ridiculous opinion, was Van Halen I in 1978. (As you may know, VH got a little help from Gene Simmons, a man who made his millions on a particularly schlocky extension of the Glam Rock so well represented above.) I’ll have to blog again about that, but moving on…

4. Tie! My Special Lady Friends: Lily Allen — Alright, Still; Kate Nash — Made Of Bricks; Jem — Finally Woken

Because I’m a slut. You’d think that Ms. Feist would be enough for a guy like me. But no, I just can’t seem to stay true. My new gals are presented here in chronological order.

The first breach of Leslie’s fortress was Lily with her lovely single “Smile.” I liked it so much that I took a chance on the rest of the album to find wit, charm, humor, and plenty of great afro-caribbean-laced tracks that would could easily earn a place in the SoundTrack of my soul or on the DanceFloor of my heart.

Kate Nash is the girl that you go out with because she reminds you of the girl you used to love. Then you realize that she’s not who you want her to be. So you dump her. And then you regret it as you learn to appreciate her for her own charms. She cops Lily’s mockney and heads to the mic armed with horribly confessional poetry. And it works. Mostly. I think…

So now that I’ve genuflected at the foot of Feist, had a blast with Lily, and then felt kind of guilty about the way I treated Kate, I’ve found redemption with Jem. I don’t know who she is, but she tells me to forget all rules, to ignore what “They” say, to “Come On Closer,” and find salvation in her “sweet temptation” whereby I’ll be “Finally Woken” as she begs someone to “Save Me” from herself.

I’m getting too old for this, but I just can’t seem to say no.

5. Amy Winehouse, Mark Ronson, Sharon Jones, and the unassailable Dap-Kings & Daptone crew.

Rare is the great achievement achieved alone. Let’s consider Tenzig Norgay. Had Sir Edmund Hillary any hope of mounting Everest without his help? Me thinks not!

So we start with you, Ms. Winehouse. I know that you’ve got your shit together. I know that you have the discipline and self-control to make it unaided to such great heights, but is there any chance that you had a little help from your friends?

Back to Black is an album that has continued to grow on me. At first, I thought it was a novelty. I almost just passed it on to my Motown-loving papa, but then I noticed the F-Bombs, which made me think of what else I might be missing. Turned out I was missing a lot, such as “Tears Dry On Their Own.” That song can hang with Supremes any day. I began to see that Amy might be the real deal, though 30 years out of phase.

So whence comes this authenticity? Ah yes: The Dap-Kings!

Like Irish Monks preserving civilization from the barbarous hordes, the Brooklyn collective at Daptone Records has huddled over the horn-charts and tube-powered tools of an earlier generation, lovingly keeping them polished and honed until the common man evolves enough to be trusted with them again. Add the super-glue of DJ flyboy Mark Ronson to stick it all together, and you’ve got a hit.

Also on board is Ms. Sharon Jones, who’s been covered here already. Take another listen to the bootleg posted here. Good stuff! I have yet to check out the Budos Band, but the next time they drive this way, I’ll be there. Basically, if it’s got the Taint of Daptone, it’s alright by me.

6. Of Montreal — The Sunlandic Twins / Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?

These guys are nuts. I like that. And they write fun songs that tap into a certain leftover adolescent ennui that makes you just want to throw in the towel and escape, maybe even to Antarctica. For example. I’ve heard the stage show is superb. Maybe someday they’ll play where I happen to be. Maybe even Antarctica. For Example.

7. Elis Regina & Antonio Carlos Jobim — Elis & Tom

Every summer demands a new discovery to accompany my many evenings filled with white wine & tapas on the patio. That’s summer at our house: nibbling & sipping & noshing & quaffing while children play delightedly at our feet and the fire crackles in the corner. Pure paradise, at least occasionally.

It started with Esquivel, moved through Stan Getz and Astrud Gilberto, and landed at Elis & Tom last summer. I’ve tried the cheesier side of life too: Herb Alpert, Sergio Mendes, etc., but the mood has to be just the wrong kind of right to relax to the Tijuana Brass. Coldplay works as well, but I don’t really want to think about that at the moment.

So back to Elis & Tom. This album was introduced to me as the one album that Brazilians of a certain generation are most likely to have on the turntable. Sort of the Nevermind of the Brazilian Boomers. It’s a delight. There’s an immediacy to the performances that is missing on Astrud’s take of some of the same material. Por ejemplo: Towards the end of “Aguas De Marco” there’s a moment where Elis can’t help but laugh. I don’t know what she’s laughing about. I don’t speak Portuguese. But it makes me smile. Oh, it makes me smile. Thank the Lord they didn’t wipe that take.

8. Tegan & Sara — The Con

I’m not sure if these ladies ever got big enough to “have a moment” but I had a moment with them last fall. It’s a heart on a sleeve with a keyboard and a guitar. Pop music needs no more.

9. The Hold Steady — Boys and Girls in America (and all the rest)

“She was a really cool kisser and she wasn’t all that strict of a Christian.”

Bingo! And with that Craig Finn had me with 3 albums of the sort of mid-american dissipation that seemed eerily familiar. For some reason the songs always struck me as the view from the sidelines. This I could also relate to, as I was never the most punk-rock, hard-core, screw-it-i’m-doing-it-anyway member of the pack. But I always wanted to be near the action, taking notes. Although I think Mr. Finn is still enjoying the good times, he’s got enough of a noodle to remember it in the morning and weave it into 3-minute tales of kids and kicks and the lost and the lonely. More on his songwriting here.

10. Belle & Sebastian — Dear Catastrophe Waitress (but really just “If She Wants Me”)

When B&S began their career I was taking some time off from music. I didn’t mean to, but I just got out of college and was roaming without a permanent address. I lived alone a lot and read a lot. I crashed with some friends for awhile, but they were into the rave thing and I was broke and the requisite e was too pricey. Suddenly, I was 23 and over the hill. Little did I know that life was still going on across the pond. Around 2000, I started playing catch up with Belle & Sebastian, and latched on to their first few albums — all wistfully Nick Draked and dreamy on top, and lyrically confused to the core.

The last few albums didn’t catch my ear in the same way. So I stopped listening again, only to find a friend in this song:

“If I could do just one near perfect thing I’d be happy
They’d write it on my grave, or when they scattered my ashes…”

So I look to 2008, knowing that it’s still possible that I’ll do that one near-perfect thing someday. I’m 33 now and younger than I used to be. Looks like I’ve got a few lives yet to lead, and I’m pretty sure that my epigraph has yet to be written.

9 Replies to “Cue the Sinatra, it’s the Top 10, my way.”

  1. What a fun, idiosyncratic list. Thanks, Grant.

    Umm, that’s 17, not 10. But it’s okay.

    Feist is on that Kings of Convenience album? I had no idea. That’s a good album, too, although I only listened to it a couple times. I’m going to pull it out agains and look for Leslie.

    I also like the fact that you’ve included an album from 1973 (Lou Reed) in your Best of 2007 list. I’m always circling back to discover music I missed the first time around. Last year it was a band callled The Pentangle, who mixed traditional British folk tunes with a jazz rhythm section, some Charles Mingus covers, and two guitarists who could rival Duane Allman and Dickie Betts at their jamband best. It was an odd mixture, but it worked. And that was from the late ’60s and early ’70s.

    You like girls a lot. Me too, but not as much in the music world. I don’t know why that is, but my music collection is skewed about 4:1 in favor of the men. My favorite girl album from last year was by someone named Devon Sproule. I like the Feist album, though. And the Once soundtrack, which at least partly counts as a girl album. And that Amy Winehouse album is great, and for the reasons you mention (it digs a lot deeper than the standard Motown fare). I do hope she gets her act together.

    And Craig Finn of The Hold Steady is my hero. Like me, while all the cool kids were out doing the things he writes about, Craig was stuck at Burger King working the drive-thru window. But he’s made a big comeback as an adult, and he writes about the cool, and not-so-cool, kids with great insight and compassion.

  2. Good Morning Faithful Readers!

    Yes, I got a little carried away with this one. But don’t worry, it won’t happen again next year. Hopefully, I’ll keep this blog thing going and I’ll post my random thoughts on new music as they occur instead of dumping it on you all at once.

    But it felt good to get finished. It was causing some creative constipation. Sort of blocking the bowels of my blogging.

    FLUSH!

    On the Guy/Girl thing: I hadn’t really thought about it before, but if you were to ask me to list my all-time favorite artists, it would be a boys club — nearly without exception. From Paul Simon to George Clinton, Neil Young to Joe Strummer, Miles Davis to Morrissey, etc. it’s 100% guys.

    However, when I look back on the records that really kept me company over the course of any given year, there’s a lot of ladies involved. Interesting…

  3. i was very confused by how this equals 10, but i won’t go there. i’ll just mention my extreme happiness in seeing mr. perry ferrell at number 2! and while i don’t generally flock to female singers, you’ve picked some great ones.

  4. Hey Nikki!

    What can I say, math is hard.

    I was extremely happy that Perry put something out that was worthy of a Top-10 list. As much as I love wallowing in Jane’s nostalgia (recently picked up the 3Days DVD — you should borrow it if you haven’t seen it) the newer music just hasn’t been all that.

    A good friend of mine (and huge Jane’s fan) denounced Satellite Party as “too pop.” That’s the kind of criticism I can live with.

  5. Nice looking out on the Elis Regina & Antonio Carlos Jobim album.

    I may have to give ol’ Perry a chance with Satellite Party. You know me, as big of a fan, if not bigger … it’s just that post Jane’s creations have never met well with my earhole. Wait! am I the friend you are referring to in the above post who called it ‘too pop’?

    and I’m a little upset that Amy Winehouse and Sharon Jones end up as a tie in your world.

  6. Hey J. —

    Yeah, that’s you!!! Gosh, crazy how this internet thing works in both Columbus & Pittsburgh. I gotta watch what I post!

    So, I’m guessing you’d put Sharon over Amy? I was listening to 100 Days again this morning. All very good stuff — I’m rooting for the whole team.

  7. would I lie to you? for some reason I have trouble convincing people to check it out — everyone I know either 1) hates perry farrell or 2) hates everything perry’s put out since “pets.”

    failing that, those few of us who still follow perry’s career are usually too put off by the fact that nuno bettencourt played all of the guitars to give it spin. me, I think that makes it even cooler.

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