|Shane thinks Love Songs for Lonely Monsters are sweet.|
"Wonderful"-- there's a word for Richman, rather than "powerful," though there's power there too, or "awesome," because he's trying to connect, not to impress.
The last time Mrs. Des Noise and I saw Richman, at what was then Northsix and what is now the Music Hall of Williamsburg, in Brooklyn, it was May 2005, it was ridiculously hot (Richman plays his live shows nowadays on nylon-string acoustic guitar-- legend has it he gave up electric guitars years ago because he didn't want to hurt children's ears-- and so he always asks to play without any air-conditioning on), and he was late. There's a vinyl-only single from his second-to-last album called "You Can Have a Cell Phone, That's OK, But Not Me," basically a half-sung rant over aggressively jaunty guitar and percussion, where he talks about how "when I'm on the beach, I'm on the beach/ No you can't call me there" and people asking him what he'll do if he's running late for a show, what if there aren't any pay phones anymore, and he just says he'll skip the soundcheck ("I never liked soundcheck anyway") and get there and play.
Richman said somewhere once he'll stop making music when it stops being fun, and even in his erratic timeliness (based on my highly unscientific sample of two shows) it feels like that's true.
|I had this dream that the sea was calling me home.|
As the space for public discourse that we all share as a culture continues to shrink, and there are fewer and fewer universally recognizable pop stars, newer pop stars have to do whatever it takes to stand out, to the extent that it sometimes feels to me like the point of their music is the copy-generating talking points, rather than actual pleasure. Richman's copy-generating talking point is pleasure, and that doesn't really make for very good copy at all. (Unless the writer of said copy is Mark Richardson, or Rob Harvilla. Follow those links, people.)
|He's an emancipated punk and he can dance.|
|You might be getting me drunk, but this conversation sucks.|
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|PCC release party|
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