a heap of broken images
Uh, I guess I'll have the Rimsky-Korsakov, thanks.
Huh. Well, *I* like it. One of my favorite things on NEW SOCIETY, actually. Uncharacteristic of both Cale and Sam Shepard, but I like the fractured-fable aspect of it. I think it works on its own terms, because it sounds like the thing it is about—Risé's voice sounds like its coming in on shortwave from Kamchatka, fading in and out, distorting, like we're cathing a fleeting transmission on a pirate station, hearing voices in between the bands.Radio has always had a peculiar romance for me. When I was growing up in the 70s and 80s, I used to listen to a 1950s Telefunken Gavotte tabletop set; it lit up and glowed like a jukebox. I'd leave it on softly as I slept, the all-night freeform DJ spinning whatever caught his fancy, the songs ghostly and half-real as I drifted in and out of consciousness.For two minutes and thirteen seconds, "Risé, Sam, and Rimsky-Korsakov" takes me back to that; I'm lying in the dark, bathed in pale yellow radio-light, not sure if I'm awake and listening, or dreaming.
I like the concept, it's the execution that gets me. It may all come down to Risé's parodically stoned-sounding voice, I dunno. I love the way her voice fits together with the various snippets of music, and, yes, the feeling of transmission. But then I hear her voice.Certainly the most upbeat thing on the album, though! Sorta feels like a cop-out...
BTW, Jack, thanks for your thoughts. That's really what I want to get out of the track. I'll have to keep listening to it, I guess.
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