By tully | "Boredom at Its Boredest" by Michael Tully May 17, 2006 at 1:02AM
Sorry for the silence, loyal readers. 'Twas a busy, busy weekend. But fear not. The PowerShot SD 400 was in full effect and updates are on the way. First will be memories from the glorious Maryland Film Festival (and when I say glorious, I mean GLORIOUS), followed shortly thereafter by visual memories from Jesse and Julia's magical wedding on Sunday (and when I say magical, I mean MAGICAL). But as I know you're desperate for entertainment, go to www.hifiny.com to see Randy's rundown of his two-wedding weekend, which includes one of the coolest pictures I've ever been in (the one of me on the bench, which looks like it was taken on a Technicolor soundstage or something ridiculous like that). I have to say, I miss Randy's photo essays, though perhaps that was because I was a featured player and had experienced those fun times for myself. It might actually be sad to view them from far away in the lonely, grassy fields of Maryland, while all of my friends are still living it up in NYC. So please return to a life of retirement, Mr. Kim, in order to spare me another reason for depression.
As for tonight, it's another jaunt to DC. My good buddies The Essex Green are in town to play the Black Cat. I finally got a chance to listen to the new record on my drive to and fro Brooklyn, and it blew me away. An exemplary blend of classic pop music with a modern sensibility. It's nice to finally hear Jeff's voice on "Rabbit," which is a masterpiece of haunting sadness. I'm going to demand he record a solo album when I see him. Anyway, the record's great. Merge Records strikes once again. Check out the band at the following sites:
-- Gnarls Barkley's "Just a Thought" is an absolutely INCREDIBLE song. Like The Flaming Lips meets Outkast meets "Stan." The whole record is better than I was expecting. Not perfect, but "Just a Thought" is worth the price of admission alone.
-- Midlake's "The Trials of Van Occupanther," however, IS bloody perfect. It's a modern classic of a record (if there is such a thing), a work of such maturity, grace, and skill that I almost can't believe it happened. Hooray for Midlake.