Tag: Stevie Nicks
I’ve fallen in love with the new short video released today by Todd Cole and Rodarte, The Curve of Forgotten Things. Featuring Elle Fanning and a clever way to showcase fashion, the 8 minute surrealist piece has her cycling through a house in a series of different dreamlike transitions, all set to an incredibly beautiful ambient soundtrack by Deerhunter. Definitely got a very Sigur Ros vibe to it, but either way the music goes elegantly with the video – when the drums kick in at the 6 minute park I get total goosebumps. Watch it here for the next week, then I think it disappears:
And just in case it does, here’s a killer vid of good ole’ Stevie Nicks crushing it back in the day. Only because I’d hate to put off the readers who didn’t appreciate the randomness of my Nicks bashing in my last post, so here’s random redemption points. She really does kill it here, you can see Lyndsey Buckingham loving it – probably because they were still banging hard in the dressing room every night with a pile of disheveled dashikis left in their wake.
While listening to Grizzly Bear‘s Yellow House from 2006 at work the other day, I had a young enthusiastic chap say “Oh, I love the Morning Benders” – mistaking the album for something from the young hip cats from Berkeley. And while I’m not a huuuge Grizzly Bear fan, the comment filled me with ire. I soon realized the anguish stemmed from the fact that however, I ama huuuuuuuge non-fan of The Morning Benders.
The band played up North here in Burlington a few months back, and while never having heard anything of there’s, I was drawn to attend due to my affinity for all things new and cool. My ability to not fall asleep on my feet during their set only stemmed from the rush I still had driving through me from hearing the killer opening band, Twin Sister. I mean, I get it… You know, it’s the new millennium, it’s America – you have the freedom to make any music you want. And sure, you can be mellow as all fuck, and sure you can act like you’re 47 when you’re only 19 – but for the love of everything holy, at least look like you’re having fun up there. They were easily one of the biggest drags I’ve ever seen in live music before…
And then they had to go bust a cover of “Dreams,” the Stevie Nicks disastrous hit for Fleetwood Mac. Ok here we go: “Thunder only happens when it’s raining”? Are you kidding me? We all know that line isn’t true at all, but Miss Nicks isn’t some deep swoonstress either. But that line is one my biggest gripes in popular music. It’s followed by, “Players only love you when they’re playing.” Now that line’s ok, but she’s obviously trying to make it sound like some universal truth equal to the natural flow of thunder. Now I feel she’s just an idiot, and was just writing whatever lines flowed well when someone is blowing coke up your ass through a straw. <<(That shit’s real, her nasal cavity collapsed in the 70′s – google it.) Either way, so to give her the benefit of the doubt, I considered the fact that maybe she is aware that thunder definitely happens when it’s not raining. So maybe she is likewise trying to make the divine statement hidden between the lines that perhaps players do definitely love you when they’re not playing – like love is something real that even players can’t hide. But that’s not true, and there’s no way she would try to go to a deeper second level in her dumb 70′s pop lines, (and coke lines). Thus obviously, while I was already turned off by The Morning Benders, this cover drove me away for life.
So in conclusion: The Morning Benders are a fucking drag man! Stevie Nicks is an over-hyped and delusional coke whore! Twin Sister is awesome – here’s a killer friggin’ cut and video: