A short recommendation: Fading Trails

Magnolia Electric Co. released Fading Trails this year, and I picked it up a week or so ago. I liked Songs: Ohia, but the transition to Magnolia Electric has really been… well, it isn’t that there was anything wrong with Songs, but let’s just say that Magnolia Electric resonates with me more. Fading Trails is as good as or better than the other studio album, What Comes After the Blues, and will probably be one of the most frequently played albums of the next three or four months for me, unless The Wrens manage to get their next album out in that time, which I do not expect.

The record is only 9 songs and 28 minutes long, both of which surprised me when I looked them up just a second ago, because it certainly feels like an entire album to me. My two immediate favorites are the leading track Don’t Fade On Me and the number three track, Lonesome Valley, and then I find the timbre change as one recording session gives way to another a little disconcerting, but the songs in the middle and on the back half of the record are good too.

Pick it up.

Malarkey? Or effective way?

Two interesting books to share with you today:

The Visual Display of Quantitative Information
Edward R. Tufte

Is a book all about charts and graphs, when they work, when they don't work, when they lie, and how to present data most effectively. The book is full of a lot of simple tricks that I've never come across as a math major, but I have to admit that he ends up with some information-dense graphs.

Unlike most non-fiction books, I read this one cover-to-cover, in one sitting. The book itself is also very attractive, printed on very nice paper. The cloud-chamber experiment on the cover is actually a railroad timetable. This is sometimes described as the Strunk and White of chart design.

How to Good-bye Depression: If you constrict anus 100 times every day. Malarky? or Effective Way?

Hiroyuki Nishigaki

It is the result of unchecked machine translation from Japanese to English, and that is the primary draw of the book. A self-help book for dealing with depression (and cancer?) in an unusual format–Hiroyuki's advice was first posted to a usenet group for dealing with depression, and he has chosen to reprint those conversations in full, including usenet headers and inline quotes, as the first half of the book–the book promotes healthy living (vegetarianism, pelvic floor exercises, fasting), and attempts to teach you how to deal with petty tyrants.

Maybe it even works. The advice itself isn't ridiculous, but the language makes it impossible to take seriously. Also, maybe the entire thing is a send-up. I don't know, and honestly, I only care a little. It's funny either way.

The Blind Swordsman

Lately, I've been watching the dvd release of the Zatoichi TV series. If you've seen any of the Zatoichi movies, including the recent Beat Takeshi version, you're familiar with the premise– a blind yakuza travels all over Japan gambling and getting into trouble, but generally using his incredible Iaido skills and sensitive hearing to help out the common people–and the TV show is more of the same. In fact, some of the plots are recycled, but there were 26 movies, so that's inevitable.

The production values seem to be every bit as good as in the movies, and Shntaro Katsu is really endearing as the blind anti-hero. The only real difference between the TV show and the movies is that each episode is only 45 minutes long, but as one review on Amazon correctly observes, that might actually be a strength. The plots are all simplified and you reach the decisive battle sooner.

They made 100 episodes, of which the first 17 have been released in four volumes. Volume 5 comes out in a couple of weeks. I have already pre-ordered.

Sasego means “public toilet”

Amrita
Banana Yoshimoto

Last night I finished Banana Yoshimoto's Amrita. I think that makes all of her major works, but I will have to compare my bookshelf against her bibliography sometime to be sure. As is often the case, her writing is a little bit dark and otherworldly. It's about a girl whose father dies, whose sister becomes a movie star and kills herself, who falls and hits her head and loses her memory, and whose brother suddenly starts to see ghosts. And I guess it's about love and families, too, and… scents.

I wish I read Japanese, because the style of the book (and most of her work) in translation is startlingly simple. Sentences are short and make direct statements. A third grader could read most of her work, the way it has been translated into English, and I wonder if it is the same in Japanese.

She gives an afterward at the end in which she apologizes for the naivete of her writing, and wonders if she will ever write a book so long again. It's a nice contrast to, say, the forewords in early Nabakov novels, where he asserts that he is a genius and takes the time to explain the references and parallels you will miss when you read the book. And at that, there is some kind of similarity between the two styles that I'm having trouble putting my finger on… between Bend Sinister or Invitation to a Beheading and Yoshimoto's writing.

Maybe I'm crazy.

In the Time of My Ruin

So I’ve been listening to Fast Man Raider Man quite a bit since it came out, but I’ve been pretty quiet about it, here, on the forums, on my own personal blogs. It isn’t that I don’t like the record–because I like it a lot–but so far it hasn’t crystalized into anything I can write. So I don’t know what else to do but talk about, maybe, a handful of the songs that I like best so far.

In The Time Of My Ruin starts off disc 2, and it’s almost as if someone had asked me to describe a Frank Black song and then wrote one based on my description. It has the ABBA rhyme scheme that–despite being a simple thing–he finds a way to make his own. In the verses he sings very rythmically, but in the chorus, he breaks away from the downbeats, and hesitates after “good” before suddenly lurching through the rest of the words in the line, and that, of course, is also something that I would have pointed out as characteristic. Then, of course, this is one of his many songs that are really two songs stitched together, and the second half of this song is arranged very much like a Catholics song, especially with the slide lead, which is beautiful. The singing in the second half sounds more like his early work to me than his Catholics period, but of course, it’s all Frank Black.

I’ve seen It’s Just Not Your Moment called the worst song on the record on the forums, but this was the first one that really grabbed me, and here, again, the slide guitar screams Catholics. The bass line is the big stretch on this song, because it sounds like something out of a Holland-Dozier-Holland track from the 60’s, and unlike any of his work that I can remember, but then, it was this bass track that first drew my attention to the song when I was driving around listening to the record those first few days. This will probably be the first song from FMRM that cracks my top tracks, and notice again, the long coda that is not quite a second song.

Fitzgerald was a sleeper for me. The first few times, I thought it was a quaint piano song, but one of the times I was listening to it, everything got real quiet when Frank Sang “Oh, Fitzy,” and that brought it to my attention. This is the one that doesn’t really sound like a Catholics song to me, although some of the guitar work in the end of the song is close.

And now I see I’ve picked all songs from disc 2, but I just call them like I see them.