Mar 16
Estey commented on
Local Man Writes Eloquent Paean to the Compact Disc.
I've always been a "song" man myself, so selecting tracks easily via CD (without causing damage to any playing surface) was a great discovery when I bought my first player. I accepted the pinched compression and lack of mastering dynamics in exchange, but the ease to play -- while still being home-stereo quality -- is a big one for me. Also, yes: Things. Moreso with vinyl LPs, but there's still thinginess with CDs.
Mar 13
Estey commented on
MTNS: You Have the Right to Yoga, Enya, and Horse Masks.
Cops can be so funny! How cute, how precious. I am sure they would be completely patient and totally in good humor if we wasted their time and kept them from doing their jobs and then giggled about it later in social media.
Mar 7
Estey commented on
RIP, Blues-Rock Guitarist Alvin Lee.
Excellent epitaph, Mike. My older brothers played the shit out of those LPs, and he was much more of a god to them than any other musician. I was raised in a trailer where he was considered breathtakingly awesome, the only musician who was truly worthy of serious devotion. Thanks for capturing the story perfectly.
Mar 6
Estey commented on
Robyn Hitchcock's Most Hated Song—and Yours.
Whoops, actually The Weakest Cut was from Crawdaddy not CREEM; and I second the "WTF?" to Hitchcock about "I Wanna Destroy You" which is simultaneously more thoughtful and more exciting than most other in-the-wake-of-77 punk anthems. Still sounds great in a DJ set, unlike anything by a black mariah full of 999s and Chelseas, matched up nicely with the Only Ones' "Deadly Nightshade" and Generation X's "Promises, Promises" ...
Mar 6
Estey commented on
Robyn Hitchcock's Most Hated Song—and Yours.
So many crap songs, so little Internet space. But I love that AV Feature too (taking the place of one of my very favorite, late columns ever, The Weakest Cut on the CREEM site -- much different in intent, but keeping up the unrestrained vitriol). I'd go with "My Life" by the same William Martin Joel, who I think has written some spiffy pop crap if you wish to smell it the way it's dealt, but both that and "Big Shot" are from a period in which maybe he was misguidedly inspired by Springsteen to "get real." I'll include his later Glass Houses LP in my own book of New Wave Exploitation records (it's merits are arguable), but "My Life" steals the title of one of Phil Ochs' best songs (covered well by Bonnie Prince Billy), and squeams it into quintessential Narcissism Rock.