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1. Suddenly I'm in love with music again. I made an iPod playlist yesterday which basically consists of my favorite albums of 2004, and, quite honestly, that's a lot of music. My early contenders for Album Of The Year, in no particular order:

Honorable Mention:
  • Morrissey, You Are The Quarry
  • Sufjan Stevens, Greetings From Michigan - Yes, I know this came out last year, but I didn't get it until this year, and I love it.


2. Friday night, Kath and I rented Van Helsing, which turned into our own private MST3K viewing, especially since the guy playing Dracula appeared to be channeling Bono, right down to the faux-drunken stagger. Ominous chimes prompted such quips as "Sorry, it's just the piano tuner," and it quickly went downhill from there.

3. Saturday - Jongre's birthday + Scaryoke. I took pictures, which I haven't uploaded yet. Good times.

4. Sunday - band rehearsal. (!!!) Giants win.

5. Today - day from hell.
I often use Pitchfork as a reverse barometer. A Ghost Is Born is my favorite Wilco album now hands down.

Thanks for the tip on Dungen by the way. Thats some awesome stuff... even if I have no clue what they are saying! :)
Re: A Ghost Is Born: It's fucking genius, is what it is. Just taking the middle of the album - tracks 4-10 - that's one knockout song after another, and perfectly sequenced, to boot.

Re: Dungen - isn't it awesome? It's so much fun to listen to.
holy shit there's a company on my back!
Yeah, Ghost didn't hit me on first listen, but it sorta pushed its way into my heart. It's easily Tweedy's most pointed and personal writing. Hell is Chrome still gives me chills. I could have done with a slight edit on Spiders, but otherwise... whoa.

Dungen is pretty enlightening. I think Pitchfork actually nailed the review on that one. It's like a long lost 60's psyche album without sounding derivative.
Re: holy shit there's a company on my back!
This para from the P-fork review nails it right on the fucking head:

To be sure, there's a major difference between retro and somehow embodying your parents' vintage zeitgeist: It's damn-near impossible to believe that the humming tubes, crackling drums, smoky backdrop, and complexly interwoven melodies on Ta Det Lugnt were birthed in a quick-fix iPod age. But perhaps even more impressive is that, despite the music's headiness and intricacy, its anachronistic results feel unusually effortless, earnest, and unpretentious: Dungen seem driven to this sound not for bloodless cred points, but out of a very sincere devotion to the music from a bygone era.