In case you were wondering I had a great morning. I was up early in the new place and watching DS9 (the episode where O’Brien keeps having flashbacks to the future because of a Romulan sabotage and he envisions the evacuation and destruction of the station – but of course averts it through using himself to tell himself what to do in the future – as normal, Quark is worried about how he can make money off this as well.) and munching soft boiled eggs, smoothies, hot dogs and an old baguette. This is really an ideal morning for me in most ways – and then the gardener cranked up this beast of a lawnmower and practically ruined everything. It’s a massive noisy gas motor and rotary clippers just chewing up the acres of fairly overgrown grass and weeds out in the courtyard, occasionally running over and spitting out the occasional shoe and ‘dog egg’, causing a drop in pitch, almost like a tape warble.
Feeling nearly defeated I popped on the headphones and stuck on the new ‘single’ (there are 2 songs) from Crystal Shipsss. I still maintain that I have seen them and heard them many times, but my sobriety precludes me from recalling just what I heard, however I have always had a good taste in my mouth when it comes to this guy (or these guys, or whatever). Being totally OCD or a musicophiliac, I noticed that the lawn mower was droning out in the garden somewhere around A flat, first song on this here – “Solar People” is based on a really cool chromatically descending riff going down from A –G, hitting the A flat and almost synching up with the lawnmower, but a half step off – creating this really weird psychedelic drone/phasing situation with the war in my yard, and what was going on a very high volume in my cans.
“Solar People” had what I can imagine was the desired effect on me at that exact moment. I felt like I was going insane and the dude in the overalls out yonder was shooting the grass into my mouth while jamming with his Briggs-Stratton engine. It’s these happy accidents in music that really make me smile, and I feel like it’s just for me – but hell – if you wanna stick it on and go around town trying to find lawnmowers shooting out dog shit and baby shoes- go for it – I’ll come with – hit me up. This song is killer – mixture of “Feed Me With Your Kiss” era My Bloody Valentine, Syd Barrett, and…umm…I dunno, a bird trapped in a chimney – but in a good way y’know. Under 3 minutes of sonic bliss. It’s trashy.
The flip side, “Shoes” is a bit more of a poppy affair, with lyrics pissing and moaning about someone’s shoes I guess – “I hate your shoes/they ruined my day” sung in a kind of disaffected Bee-Gees falsetto. This little pop gem brings back all the things I loved about the art of lo-fi recording in the 90s – grungy pop mixed with surreal lyrics about hating shoes. I know exactly what he’s talking about. If you are wearing shoes right now, I probably hate them – they are ruining my day too, and you know WHO THE FUCK I’M TALKING TO.
It looks like Crystal Shipsss have just rescued my morning from landscapers. Thank You Crystal Shipsss. On a technical note – it seems like the line-up has expanded for this often one-man operation, let’s hope there is more to come like this both for my record player, and the stages around town. More good lo-fi garage/psych is always better than most of the other shit I’ll be subjected to inadvertently the rest of the day.