OLD FART'S
MY WEEK IN MUSIC
 
BY BILL KLEIN
 

Look, I’m old. Don’t fucking expect me to expound on the latest shitpile of offerings from Jay-Zzzzz or Bouncy Knowles or whatever garbage they’re serving up over the airwaves these days. That ain’t my gig, dig?

Hell, I haven’t even heard anything by the White Stripes yet, though I’m anxious to as I’ve heard they’re not half bad.

But this column is called my week in music. Not yours, not MT fucking V’s, and certainly not Kasey Philbin’s or Regis Kasem’s or whatever the hell his name is America’s Top 40 shit music I wouldn’t wish on a Rob Schneider movie soundtrack.

And please don’t bring up Creed or the Dave Matthews Band. I just ate. Have some fucking consideration for crying out loud.

I’ve been on a Jay Farrar bender all week. I must have listened to Terroir Blues 20 times this week and will probably listen to it some more. Sure, I took a few breaks and listened to something else, but that something else turned out to be CDs by Uncle Tupelo and Son Volt, both of which featured a guitarist/singer/songwriter named, you guessed it, Jay Farrar.

The closest I came to fully breaking the spell was when I listened to my copy of Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, until I remembered that Wilco was led by Jeff Tweedy, who used to play in Uncle Tupelo with…Jay Farrar.

I really need to snap out of this. I’m not the kind of person who can put on a Kenny G CD and use it for background music, while I concentrate on other pursuits. I play music for one reason only: To listen to it! If I even tried to put on some Kenny G, within a matter of minutes, nay, seconds all that would remain would be one shattered stereo spewing sparks and the smoke curling from the barrel of my .20-guage shotgun.

Then I’d probably listen to some Foo Fighters until the adrenaline wore off so I could settle down and download some more …And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead MP3s off of iTunes.

I’m in a bad mood. I need something to shoot at. Are there any Jehovah’s Witnesses canvassing the neighborhood? They’re never around when you really need them.

Oh well, signing off now. That’s my week in music, and The Old Fart thanks you for reading.

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, track three, "Hard is The Fall"…

That Farrar is a fucking genius, man.



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