tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367859846495854541.post847839868242833473..comments2007-12-14T18:18:18.456-05:00Inverarityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09838650110847975337noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367859846495854541.post-61570444574849367732007-12-14T18:18:00.000-05:002007-12-14T18:18:00.000-05:00BTW, 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.Inverarityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09838650110847975337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367859846495854541.post-13097004411476007072007-12-14T00:54:00.000-05:002007-12-14T00:54:00.000-05:00Ba-dum chingIanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05740401073988507304noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367859846495854541.post-41879530935746357762007-12-12T18:01:00.000-05:002007-12-12T18:01:00.000-05:00I 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.<BR/><BR/>Certainly the most upbeat thing on the album, though! Sorta feels like a cop-out...Inverarityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09838650110847975337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2367859846495854541.post-16313082293243925712007-12-12T16:31:00.000-05:002007-12-12T16:31:00.000-05:00Huh. 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 <I>sounds</I> 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.<BR/><BR/>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 <A HREF="http://www.antiqueradio.org/tele01.htm" REL="nofollow">Telefunken Gavotte</A> 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.<BR/><BR/>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.Jack Feerickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06957899718721006732noreply@blogger.com