ethan feuer // new work
jody rosen of slate said it too well for me to bother paraphrasing: “jonah, forget rusted root. try baha men. one of the things i love about ‘ambling alp’—and there’s lots i love about this clattery art-pop freakout—is the fact that it’s a stealth jock jam.” put that together with naked people in the desert and you have a song on repeat repeat repeat:
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well, after around two months of shuffling my feet, i’ve finished anna karenina. personally, my interest dropped off dramatically after about 200,000 words (or, you know, halfway) and i found it hard to come to terms with a resolution that i felt bore little or no relation to the substantive action of the book. but then again, i’m really not in a position to criticize leo tolstoy.
anyway, speaking of shuffling your feet, if you’re planning to do that, you should do it to the song “ripe” by givers, which is the only song i can bring to mind which begins with something resembling “chopsticks” and winds up in a kind of orgiastic explosion. (truthfully, though, how many can there be?)
i’m sorry to say i don’t have a raft of pictures soaked deep in the spanish sun to share with you (i’m waiting until i get access to a computer that has a screen larger than a postage stamp), but i’ll share a few just to be sociable. hope you’re all grand!
allow me to add myself to the growing clamor surrounding rjd2′s new project (with aaron livingston), called icebird. they’re going to be releasing an album called “the abandoned lullaby”. i’ve only heard this one track (and true to “since we last spoke” form, it fades out and explodes), but it’s pretty super. enjoy!
well, i was back in new york the other day. this could eventually cease to be novelty (i.e. if i move there), but i don’t really think so. if it’s anything like paris, you just get more and more comfortable in the city, come to rely on it, even love it, but never come to feel like you’ve seen everything about it (like a good friendship, i guess). and especially in new york–things are constantly being knocked over, rebuilt, redesigned, and thrown out with the bathwater. in any case, in advance of my traveling fellowship, please enjoy some photos from closer to home (my home, anyway). some are from out here in the rural wilds of nj, some are from moma in new york, and some are from lower manhattan.
ps: be sure to check out this remix that the glitch mob did of the white stripes’ “seven nation army”. maybe not as good as the original, but still quality.