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Almost embarrassingly intimate music

 
 
Ganesh
00:07 / 23.11.05
I'm listening to Dory Previn's Lady With The Braid and feeling self-conscious by association for the song's protagonist. I first heard this song when it was cited by Jarvis Cocker as one of his Desert Island Discs, and it's easy to see why he's attracted to it: there's the same feeling of near-voyeuristic intimacy common to many of Pulp's finest (and articulated most literally in Babies). It's one of the reasons I like Simon & Garfunkel too, the sense, in many of their songs, that they've preserved a moment in aspic, captured the intangible, an intensely personal nuance in song.

Anyone else know what I'm talking about?
 
 
Spaniel
00:12 / 23.11.05
Yes I do, but I'm struggling to come up with an example.
 
 
Shrug
00:40 / 23.11.05
I've heard Smog's Red Apple Falls praised for exactly this reason. "Like someone clandestinely recorded him" to quote exactly. The lyrics are massively self-revelatory, sparse and direct to a level where it's only just bearable. Maybe to use songs like To Be of Use & Ex-con in particular. Also In Knock Knock: Cold Blooded Old Times.
Smog Lyrics for reference
Alot of this has to do with their citing of harshly personal experiences I think (no apparent generalities or clichè). The experiences seem to have emotional versimilitude helped along by a wistful unpretentious/unmanipulative tone in his delivery.

I think some of PJ Harvey's work has the same effect on me. In Is This Desire's Electric Light it's voyeurism as experienced through the singer's eyes.
 
 
Spaniel
01:00 / 23.11.05
For me, it's not that Smog's Lyrics are particularly apposite or that they approximate my own experience, it's that they do such a good job of describing some truly horrible experiences, and I can relate to well described experience.
 
 
Ganesh
12:37 / 23.11.05
I think that's why Lady With The Braid fascinates me: it's an immaculately-observed glimpse into someone else's darker corner. With superb economy, the song communicates the details of the braidy lady's self-sufficient little night-time rituals, the need underlying her superficially casual offer of staying over (because going home at this hour "is such a ride"). As the song progresses, we learn that accepting her offer might "save my life" - although this is immediately covered up as the product of her "funny sense of humour".

"Oh God, the mirror's cracked!" It's a gothic little gem.
 
 
Jack Fear
13:34 / 23.11.05
Will Oldham's "I See A Darkness" gets me in much that same way. The instrumentation is so hushed, almost subliminal, and the vocal is so naked, so uncertain—a conversation, maybe a conversation with the self. It spooks me out, still.

And there are moments in Chris Whitley's work, especially the Dirt Floor album, which is just Chris and his guitar alone in a barn—one mic, one take, live to digital two-track. On the softer, sadder, more abstract songs—"Loco Girl," "From One Island to Another," the title cut—the intimacy is heartbreaking.

I don't think I'm going to be able to listen to the song "Dirt Floor" for a long time, now.
 
 
grant
16:05 / 23.11.05
I love the intimate feel of Bruce Springsteen's Nebraska, which I don't think was autobiographical (the title track was about the Starkweather/Fugate murders) but felt like the soundtrack to a man having a breakdown, which he was.

I loathe that damn Tori Amos song about me and a gun and a man on my back -- because it has everything I'd want in a song like that, but it's way too perfect. It's poised and crafted, and it makes me feel like a pretty young girl has taken a seat next to me on the bus and started telling me about how she's on her way to break up with her boyfriend because she finds him boring and he's really not that good in bed. In a way, the in-your-face-ness of the song is part of the point, breaking the silence about sexual abuse & all, but still, I think it'd be more effective in a country song or Billie Holiday or something.

At the same time, I love the confessional self-loathing of Sebadoh's earlier material. That seemed to be a big part of the whole 90s lo-fi thing -- bedroom recordings, every loner with a guitar free to confess it all into the 4-track. Smog came out of the same scene (and I think blogging and webcams were part of the same social current).

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Having just driven off to pick up some Chinese takeout and returned, I've had the following thought: I'm not sure what "intimate" means. I think it's a convention of almost every pop song recorded after Sgt. Pepper's that it should sound intimate -- it goes with the advances in technology. If you've ever heard the duets album where Sinatra sings with Bono ("I've Got You Under My Skin," I think), you can really hear it. The song fails because Sinatra, doddering old man that he was, was a trained singer. The microphone was probably a good two feet away from his mouth, and he was singing loud enough to fill a good-sized room. No mouth noises, no nasal overtones, just musical voice. Bono, on the other hand, was brought up with modern recording tech, so he was half-whispering into the mike, murmuring the lines at you, which made his voice feel like it was coming from somewhere right inside your sinuses rather than at a distance from your head.

I seriously think this is an undercurrent to almost every recording nowadays -- multitrack recording making performers sound like they're inside your head instead of onstage at a club in which you're sitting.
 
 
Ganesh
16:10 / 23.11.05
It's about more than technique, though. Intimacy's about small, personal observations that somehow ring true, that make you feel you've been invited into someone's confidence - or make you feel faintly voyeuristic. It's in the details.
 
 
Mmothra
16:18 / 23.11.05
For me, Leonard Cohen's "Famous Blue Raincoat" falls into this category. Listening to an emotionally ambivalent, distant yet intimate letter to a former lover is an amazingly revealing and voyeuristically satisfying experience.

I always wanted to use it as a soundtrack piece.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
16:18 / 24.11.05
Parts of the last Angels of Light album definitely fall into this category. Most of the songs are about Gira's friends and acquaintances, and at times you really do feel like you're intruding on a private conversation, complete with in-jokes and awkward confessionals.
 
 
lonely as a cloud...
12:53 / 25.11.05
Mmothra - Leonard Cohen wrote Famous Blue Raincoat as a letter to his brother, not a former lover.
 
 
Totem Polish
14:55 / 25.11.05
To me the last Swans album - Soundtracks for the Blind -
creates the same kind of intimate personality, Gira's
glowering renditions approach an almost Johnny Cash level of confessional. Although the atmosphere for me is somewhat mired by Jarboe's more confrontational contributions, I still think the level of personal psychosis and the crazy 'Nobody knows, but you're so fucked up...' type sampling makes it an introspective journey into the American gothic that throws off all sense of mystique for raw, though not always overpowering, emotion.
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
21:38 / 26.11.05
Seconding you on the Swans thing.

The lines I had in mind (but forgot to quote) from the last Angels of Light were (from Simon Is Stronger Than Us):

And Simon once gave me a gift
And had the good manners to not mention it
And he finally got rid of that interesting bitch
Who mocked him in public and treated him like shit
Yes, Simon is stronger than us


Actually, I'd also have to add Swans' God Damn The Sun...

But now you're gone, I read it today
They found you in Spain face down in the street
With a bottle in your hand and a wild smile on your face
And a knife in your back... you died in a foreign land


Which, added to the sleevenotes of the album from which it's wrenched (The Burning World), tells me there's a huge fucking story in there. But one that it's none of my business to know.
 
 
feathered_up
06:10 / 06.12.05
I think Michael Gira has some really terrific and heartbreaking moments in many of his songs, more with the Angels of Light than Swans in my opinion (I think one of the awe inspiring things about Swans lyrics is Gira's ability to encapsulate the feeling of a very broad and abstract subject quite succintly..."Open your mouth, here is your money" etc., but I digress).

What I really wanted to post about was the work of Greg Dulli, former leader of the Afghan Whigs and now the Twilight Singers. Many of those songs are a little bit terrifying to listen to as it feels we are getting a little too close, the distance between singer and song is not as wide as we are used to. The Afghan Whigs album "Gentlemen" in particular can be quite a harrowing listen, very loaded with the pain of addiction (of all sorts), lust, hatred, self-loathing, menace. I think the song in particular that is the most intimate is probably "When We Two Parted..."

"You're saying that the victim doesn't want it to end/Good, I get to dress up and play the assassin again/It's my favorite/It's got personality..."

and later

"I should have seen the shit coming down the hall/every night I spent in that bed with you facing the wall/if I could have only once heard you scream/to feel you were alive instead of watching you abandoning yourself..."

Though the Afghan Whigs moved further and further away from these sorts of confessions, the Twilight Singers return to some of the same thematic roots and also make for very intense listens. One song, "Follow You Down" contains the lyrics:

"I'm wide awake/somebody put a gun in my face/go ahead, I said/erase."

...which is quite difficult for me to listen to unless I have the time and energy to make the emotional commitment that song demands.
 
  
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