Let Evening Come

by Jane Kenyon

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

Year End Stuff/Progress Report

Salon has up the 20 best downloads of the year according to their critic, Thomas Bartlett. Worth checking out. Lots of good stuff, some of which I've posted already. Do listen to Toms, The Books, and especially Xiu Xiu Larsen.

One song on Salon's list reminds me of one of my earliest posts on bdrib was about how there must be something good going on if I hate a band or song intensely, so Spoon's "I Turn My Camera On" must be doing something, cause it is without competition my least favorite song of 2005. Lots of people love it.

Also, (and I promise this will be the last mention of KEXP until the next one), KEXP ran its annual listener poll of top bands of the year, which they count down on the 30th or 31st of each year. Here are the top ten:

10. Bright Eyes
9. Wolf Parade
8. Spoon
7. My Morning Jacket
6. Beck
5. Decembrists
4. Death Cab for Cutie
3. Bloc Party
2. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
1. Sufjan Stevens.

(And to illustrate the influence of JITM per my last post, here's his personal top seven: 1. Sufjan 2. CYHSY 3. Bloc Party 4. Elbow 5. Death Cab for Cutie 6. KEXP live CD 7. My Morning Jacket - note any similarities?)

As for my continuing education, thanks to everyone who has sent in suggestions. I am gaining the ear. On my windows media player for repeated listening right now is Berio's "Sinfonia," Riley's "In C," Lutoslawski's 3rd, Beth Anderson's "Swales and Angels," George Crumbs "Black Angels," Stockhausen's "Stimmung," and other stuff I can't recall right this moment. In the home and car cd players I'm listening to Bridge and Britten, some string quartets of Maxwell Davies, and all the Shostakovich I own (including String Quartet 8, on the recommendation of a friend of mine). I was given a big 10 cd box of John Adams' work for festivus, and will indulge myself mightily.

I look forward to the upcoming year and all the new music, of all sorts, to hear. Please continue to suggest to me pieces and composers that excite you, and more importantly, please have a safe, healthy, happy New Year.

Public(ity) Radio

I don't remember exactly how or when I stumbled onto KEXP, the public radio station out of Seattle that I listen to more than all other on-air and online stations and services combined. It is the very top of my bookmarks, and I tune in reflexively when I turn on my pc. I've been a member since I began listening, contributing $100 per each of the three fund drives they have each year, and have a fine collection of their t-shirts (which used to be cooler than they've been recently). Here is a list of who was played in the 10am -11am PST hour yesterday:

Ladytron
Harvey Danger
Elbow
Teenage Prayers
My Morning Jacket
Magnetic Fields
Metric
Pizzicato Five
Royksopp
DeVotchKa
Yo La Tengo
Velvet Underground

The DJs solicit and play requests and often laud their listeners for their loyalty and contributions and basically invite us to believe that we are part of the "KEXP family," a term used on-air. I feel safe in saying that most of the loyal listeners not only like to think that's true, most probably believe that it's true. And of course, it isn't.

I've known (I'm sorry, I can't tell you how I know) that KEXP has been suffering internal turmoil of most of the past year. To a certain extent, perhaps like all radio stations, public or commercial, like all businesses, like all families, internal turmoil is an inevitability. (Here, btw, is a Wiki history of KEXP.) Jealousies, territorial spats, naked grabs for influence, compounded by institutional ambitions, all lead to palace intrigue at best, destructive overreach and undermining most predictably, implosion and collective failure at worse, and all are possibilities at KEXP today.

The two protagonists in the story, General Manager Tom Mara and superstar DJ John in the Morning (JITM), both seem determined, perhaps for different reasons, to make KEXP the most influential radio station in new rock music. Mara, as should a GM, watches the bottom line, though what the bottom line for a public radio station should be beyond both self-suffiency and having enough money to expand services within self-suffiency is open to debate. Mara has made bad financial decisions (beyond dispute) and bad on-air decisions (my opinion), and the current decisions that have led in no small part to the dissension at KEXP are meant to financially alleviate the effects of his past business decisions.

JITM is a different issue. I'm truly ambivalent towards JITM. He is, without doubt, a highly engaging, talented DJ. His musical taste, while not world, not retrospective enough for a fart like me, is clearly resonant with his target audience. His on-air persona, flippant, smart, offering snippets into his real life (new father tribulations, hassles of late-20isms, anecdotes of cereal spilt and coffee burnt and broadcasting with head colds, and pieces of inside baseball - malfunctioning CD players and microphones gone bad), suggest an intimacy between JITM and his listeners, a confidentiality and friendship between him and them. He emails out a daily newsletter to over 10,000, and his listeners - The Morning Faithful - have their own fan site.

I don't buy the act completely, and neither do all KEXP listeners, many of whom seem aghast at JITM's salary compared not only to his colleagues at KEXP (his dwarfs all others) but some commercial on-air talent. I don't begrudge KEXP for paying to keep a talent that brings in the lion's share of donations, so money isn't the issue for me. JITM is the "friend" who tells you (and plays you) what he thinks you want to hear (accurately in most cases) as long as you give him what he wants, and part of what he thinks you want to hear is that you are more important in the scheme of the station than just the donations you make to keep the station running.

It shouldn't, but it does bother me that KEXP in general and JITM in particular, after telling me I'm a family member, after talking to me personally and intimately as though we are good friends, after coaxing money out of me under those pretenses, does not consult me, consult its listeners, does not even consider consulting us, on how our money is spent. (WETA in Washington did the same thing, taking my money for support of their classical music programming for years and then abruptly, without consulting their donors, switching format to exactly that of WAMU, all talk all news.)

I understand that in-house decisions are made in-house and hope they are made with the listeners' and the station's best interests in mind, but I'd like, if not a vote, at least to be treated respectfully in regards to transparency. Yes, I understand I'm not getting transparency either. In-house fighting remains in-house too. So KEXP, JITM, keep playing the music, I'll keep listening as long as I like what you're playing, I'll contribute as long as I listen. Please though, stop telling me that I'm your buddy, that I'm one of the family. Because, as you could tell me, I'm not.

TWP 9 is about Comfort

There are times, not necessarily nasty, not necessarily troublesome, not necessarily anything but necessary, when comfort music is necessary, and you turn to the music that even though you know it by heart you listen to because you know it by heart, and what's funny, what's wonderful, is that, in those moments, you rediscover that you can discover that you can know something by heart even more by heart.

Otis Taylor: I normally am not that bluesy, but this one, goodness. He calls his music "trance blues," and it ain't no "I woke up this morning" kind of blues.

XTC: I had tickets to see them in DC in 1982. Three days before the show, Andy Partridge gave up fighting his stage fright, cancelled the rest of that tour, and they haven't performed live since. "Stupidly Happy," off *Wasp Star,* I wish could be my theme song.

Magnetic Fields: saw them last year on the *i* tour at The Birchmere in Alexandria VA, and the inside jokes must have been hilarious because Stephin and Claudia were breaking each other up all evening.

Roxy Music: all the variations, up through and including *Avalon,* yes. One of the best shows I ever saw was Roxy at the Baltimore Arena. Goodness, those nights when all the members are on their game.

Replacements: Westerberg is still putting out good music - last year's *Folker* was one of last year's best. There are some mp3s from last year's tour here. Included is "I Will Dare," the first song on *Let it Be.*

Holly Golightly: Because.

We Are the Enemy, cont...

I wasn't kidding. I didn't write about this incident, but a few weeks ago, at a neighborhood tavern where I've been stopping by for fifteen years or so for a beer and a game or two of pool on nights I work late, I was attacked - literally, physically attacked - by a drunken regular for "undermining the troops by badmouthing the commander-in-chief." I've long had the label "house liberal" and been teased as such, almost always in friendship and good humor. I know what not to say, which topics to avoid, which is why when I said something relatively innocuous (I had commented, quietly, to the bartender, a friend, that it seemed that the press was beginning to turn against Bush) I was more surprised than startled that Randy grabbed my arm, tried to punch me (he was easy to dodge, drunk as he was), and fell to the floor. I helped him up, calmed him down, shook his hand, left, and haven't been back.

James Wolcott here and Gary Sargent, commenting on Wolcott over on Tapped here, both address the language used by hard right shitforbrains, especially their lusty employment of the severed head of Daniel Pearl as an example of what should happen to me for my dissent with the King. Wait until my head is pulled back by what little hair I have left and a filet knife disconnects said head from my body, then I'll see the wisdom of the Boy King.

It would be easier to believe that the far right's wish to spare America violence was sincere if they weren't so masturbatorially eager to witness, celebrate, and threaten violence to all who disagree with their masturbatorial eagerness for violence. What a bunch of wankers. What a wankful of impotent voyeurs. Brave behind their beers, they may throw a punch, fall on the floor, and vomit on your shoes, and while they are not a physical threat to you, do not mistake the emotional impulse as a side-effect of too much Miller Lite, for they hate you. They hate you.

Friends from the bar have told me that in the eyes of the hard right regulars my greatest crime was not accidentally inciting Randy to violence but my unwillingness to beat the shit out of him when I could have and should have. I'm now considered a pussy for not beating the shit out of a drunk; my decision not to is considered a sign of cowardice. I was attacked, I didn't respond with violence, I am weak. And because I didn't respond with violence, not only am I a coward, I think I'm morally better than them for not beating the shit out of Randy.

And if I told them, it's more complicated than that, they'd hate me all the more.