Seven Nation Army Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Friends, like reporters in Asia, send notes after you go to sleep. Commenting on my recent music apathy a friend suggested I check out the latest White Stripes record. (He has a blog, too, but I've lost the address.) I actually do have the record, and I enjoy it very much, the single especially. I bought it on the basis of a review that said something to the effect that "be careful how you listen to it the first time, because you'll never get to hear it fresh again, like you'll never get to hear The White Album fresh again." That overstates its virtues, but it's a good piece of work.

At the same time, the band's vibe creeps me out occasionally--I can't tell if the naif thing is for real or not, or if those two are, for lack of a better word, just dumb. I had the same problem with Victoria Williams the first time around, too. She's an alt-country singer, for lack of a better genre to squeeze her into, and has a high, squeaky, kiddish voice. It grated on me until I saw her live and heard her schtick between songs; that's who she is, she's genuinely that squeaky and innocent. So it all came together.

My interest in Warren Zevon is turning into a Warren Zevon song. I think he could make some hay with the lyric: "I bought your anthology because I heard you died."

At any rate, thanks to the reporters who worked furiously through the wee hours, all for nothing. There's some joke in there about "accidentally, like an editor" but I can't figure out what it is.

@ 6:38:00 AM,

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