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“Make it new.”__Ezra Pound via Dave Brubeck
Wilco’s “Yankee Foxtrot Hotel “ has been named album of the year by The Chicago Sun-Times and, ironically, it isn’t even available yet, it doesn’t exist, except as a download off of Wilco’s website and over at Audiogalaxy.
The music is like a transmission from somewhere between heaven and earth sung by a confused angel with a voice every woman would want to have on a pillow next to her.
I’d call it “Midwest Humanation Music.” Some of the pieces contain smeared-out lyrics with the music deconstructing into vibrations. I give up. The babel has become too much, ashes.
I’d like to take this CD out into one of those vast Illinois cornfields where you can watch blacken thunderstorms roll in from 30 miles away. I’d lay down, arms and legs stretched out compass-like, in the very middle, on a crop circle, all alone, crank the music up really loud, and wait for the transmissions from GOD to speak to me. Salvation?
SSSSh-KA! A bolt of lightning in the chest.
I’d rise up, slowly, brush off the residue, spit on my smoldering hole and run as fast as I could.
Me. Still me. But now I’d be a human that you can recognize…kinda like when The Beatles came back from spending meditative time on a mountaintop in Nepal with Maharishi Yogi…all brand new, glistening, glowing.
It’s sandpaper music. You need it. Buy it in April when it becomes manifest on Planet Earth.