I don't know that Sebadoh song, or can't recall the title. See, either I was playing fretless jazzbass with atonal filmmakers or singing Handel, sea Shanteys etc in the district of Bretagne, northern France during Dinosaur days, even early Dino Jr. days. so the first time I saw Lou Barlow was opening for them with WFIV. I was playing a percussion kit that hinged on a 70s style tv stand, much like the one that supports potted dirt on my back porch currently.

Sebadoh was great!

He lunged forward midset with a pickaxe about to wing it into the audience. the music sloppy and crazy and mean.

The last photo I saw of Lou was taken a month before Elliot Smith left - a party in LA - both guys look mundane.

Emoh by one and self-titled (Needle in the Hay) by the other get heavy rotation on my media player.

Confidential to Trent: a Music Editor that you may encounter at the office is a blowhard fake.
Tell him I know where he can get a beast boy buddah skinhead cut here in the southend, tell him to listen to Frances Farmer and that he take it seriously, ask him 'Are you Passionate?' after listening to neil young's album together, tell him Jerry Reed style, take this job and shove it.

anyway, i thought i had some artie shaw, but instead it was les brown, a saxman not clarinet. so the cd is in and sounding grand! good for latenight codephiles like me, him, her, it.

September Song was played many times back in the day, even made it's way onto open-mic stages in Pittsburgh performing with benefit shows alongside Homeless folks--Have you ever heard "Misty" sung by a 300lb man in clothes and shoes that he would have 'killed' for to get perhaps 30 bucks.

Oh, its a long, long while from may to december
But the days grow short when you reach september
When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
One hasnt got time for the waiting game

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, november
And these few precious days Ill spend with you
These precious days Ill spend with you

Happy September 12th!

And Pitchfork is home of the most pretentious creative writing majors of all time.

Yes, there is such a thing as pop music.

Tay Zonday!

The worst song ever.

There's a simple explanation for the concentration of canonization between 1967 and 1976. Disco and singles.

Disco was an exciting but financially risky hump for the music industry right after 1976. Since then, it's been more about singles then albums since the rebound in 1983 or so.

So obviously, the golden age of albums is going to be more concentrated in the '67 to '76 decade.