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Thursday, April 24, 2008

Name Dropping

posted by on April 24 at 9:20 AM

Pardon, but have you noticed who’s in the music section this week? It’s kind of ridiculous: Charles Mudede, Laura Albert/JT Leroy, Miranda July, Chris Weeg, Paul Constant, Marya Sea Kaminski, Grant Cogswell, Gary Shteyngart, Donte Parks, Stephen Elliot, Brangien Davis, Brendan Kiley, and Sherman Alexie

Damn! And what the hell are they all doing here? Making out to Portishead. From Mudede’s introduction:

Let’s think about this. Why the need to make out to Portishead? What is it about the trio’s music that makes it the ideal background for the experience of eyes meeting eyes, lips meeting lips, organs meeting organs? We have been there, you and I. That moment of desire. We need it to be perfect. The city lights, the booze in the blood, the smell of flesh. What shall we play on the stereo? Whatever it is, it must enhance the mood. If the music is too angry, too happy, or too heavy, it will ruin the moment. Let’s not expose, dampen, or evaporate our desire. We need this madness of lust to be complicated by greater obscurity, more mystery. And Portishead’s music does just this.

From Laura Albert’s entry:

There was a time when we were at it like bunnies. The “modern rock” station played Portishead nonstop. It was the time of roommates and thin walls, and radios turned up to mask. And Portishead were more to mood than the Sundays (too cute) or My Bloody Valentine (too noisy) or Blur (charming beat and accents become annoying during sex, like someone playing with your nipple post orgasm).

Right? (In last week’s New Yorker, Sasha Frere-Jones notes that Portishead is sometimes dismissed as “dinner music,” but I think that’s just the classy, New Yorker way of saying “make-out music,” which they are, and which isn’t really a dismissal.) All this, of course, is to dance around the release of the band’s latest album and first after some ten years, Third. So far, no one we know has tried getting it on to that album.

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I've given several massages with Portishead playing, and people like it. The exception was one client who said, "This is really weird music. Do you have any Enya?"

Posted by Katelyn | April 24, 2008 10:43 AM

Katelyn, have you met Brendan Kiley:

So I lay on the couch, wakeful and worrying, listening to Phil and whoever-it-was and the musicógloomy, elegant, and dark. Then the CD player switched from Portishead to Enya, carrying the three of us from the streets to the sea.
Posted by Eric Grandy | April 24, 2008 10:59 AM

Not yet. I have some Enya cds he can have if he wants, though.

Posted by Katelyn | April 24, 2008 12:33 PM

I love me some Portishead . . . but if you're finding My Bloody Valentine to noisy, you need to raise the level of your erotic athleticism. Or maybe you just need to make more noise.

Posted by thelyamhound | April 24, 2008 12:53 PM

my friends and i have been saying for years that portishead is the best sex music

Posted by portisheadsex | April 24, 2008 1:19 PM

No thanks, Katelyn. I can't listen to Enya without getting flashbacks.

Posted by Brendan Kiley | April 24, 2008 4:23 PM

@5 - despite how much portishead just works, tricky's maxinquaye is even better for the deed.

Posted by donte | April 24, 2008 6:46 PM

I'll donate them to Value Village I guess, if I don't have them I don't ever have to say "yes, we can put on Enya."

Posted by Katelyn | April 24, 2008 7:35 PM

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