AM BABY TIME
Animal Collective - strawberry Jam
Ty Segall Band -
The Specials - The Specials
PM ERRAND TIME
Velvet Underground - Loaded
Paul McCartney - Ram (Side A)
Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (7 songs)
AM BABY TIME
Animal Collective - strawberry Jam
Ty Segall Band -
The Specials - The Specials
PM ERRAND TIME
Velvet Underground - Loaded
Paul McCartney - Ram (Side A)
Beastie Boys - Check Your Head (7 songs)
AM COMMUTE
Beach Boys - Pet Sounds
Wouldn’t It Be Nice
You Still Believe In Me
That’s Not Me
Don’t Talk (Put Your Head On My Shoulder)
I’m Waiting For The Day
Let’s Go Away For Awhile
Sloop John B
AM WORK
God Only Knows
I Know There’s An Answer
Here Today
I Just Wasn’t Made For These Times
Pet Sounds
Caroline, No
Leonard Bernstein & the New York Philharmonic - Mahler’s Symphony No. 7 in E Minor
PM WORK
Yo La Tengo - Yo La Tengo Does Dylan
Lambchop - You’re a Big Girl Now
It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes a Train To Cry
Like a Rolling Stone
I Threw It All Away
One More Night
I Wanna Be Your Lover
Sooner Or Later (One Of Us Must Know)
Wanted Man
Wallflower
Absolutely Sweet Marie
Fourth Time Around
I’ll Keep It With Mine
It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes a Train To Cry
Yo La Tengo - I Can Hardly Wait
Big Day Coming (3/2/91)
Big Day Coming (12/29/93)
Big Day Coming (11/20/98)
Big Day Coming (5/9/00)
Big Day Coming (4/18/03)
Big Day Coming (10/4/04)
Big Day Coming (9/19/09)
Bob Dylan - I’ll Keep It With Mine
Bob Dylan - Absolutely Sweet Marie
Martha & The Vandellas - Quicksand
The Honest Men - Cherie
Diana Ross - Surrender
Jacque Dutronc - Et Moi, Et Moi, Et Moi
Japandroids - The House That Heaven Built
Saturday Looks Good To Me - Dialtone
Bruce Springsteen - Candy’s Room
Velvet Underground - Candy Says
Lower Dens - Candy
Smashing Pumpkins - Rocket
Guided By Voices - Smothered in Hugs
My Bloody Valentine - Soon
Julian Cope - I Have Always Been Here
Verbeena - Junk For Fashion
Sonny & The Sunsets - Pretend You Love Me
Bob Dylan - Billy 7
AM COMMUTE
Ty Segall & White Fence - Hair
I Am Not A Game
Easy Rider
The Black Glove/Rag
Crybaby
(I Can’t) Get Around You
Scissor People
Tongues
Bob Dylan - Nashville Skyline (accidentally listened on shuffle)
Girl From The North Country
To Be Alone With You
Tell Me That It Isn’t True
Peggy Day
Country Pie
Lay Lady Lay
I Threw It All Away
Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here With You
Nashville Skyline Rag
One More Night
Sonny & The Sunsets - Pretend You Love Me
AM WORK
Sonny Smith’s 100 Records Volume 2: I Miss The Jams (so fun to type out these band names)
Zig Speck & His Specktones - One Time Doomsday Trip To Nowhere
Robert Chuffley & His Tranquil Peoples Choir - Ain’t No Turning Back
Cabezas Cortadas - Teen Age Thugs
Versatile Kyle - Sick Girl
Earth Girl Helen Brown - I Wanna Do It
Prince Nedick & The Conks - Back In The Day (I Can’t Stand It)
Wayward Youth - Garbage Storm
Hank Champion - Broke Artist At The Turn of the Century
Fuckaroos - I Miss The Jams
Loud Fast Fools - Time To Split
PM WORK
Oneothrix Point Never - I Only Have Eyes For You
WFMU - Evan “Funk” Davies Show 5/9/12
Curtis Mayfield - Superfly
Mr. Chop - Root Down (and Get It)
Run DMC - Rock the House
[Quick interlude: Guided By Voices - Class Clown Spots a UFO (New Version)]
Paul McCartney - Momma Miss America
Beck - E-Pro
Bad Brains - Big Takeover
Adam WarRock - EFD Theme
Beastie Boys - Egg Raid on Mojo (2x)
Beastie Boys - Beastie Revolution
Beastie Boys - Cookie Puss (clean version)
Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right
Beastie Boys - She’s Crafty
Beastie Boys - Brass Monkey/Slow and Low
Some Thisismyjam Time
The Partridge Family - One Night Stand
The Evens - You Won’t Feel a Thing
Meloboy - Hot Love
Ultraista - Smalltalk
The Jags - Back of My Hand
Bob Dylan & The Band - Quinn the Eskimo
Thelonious Monster - Sammy Hagar Weekend
Phish - 7/28/93 (the latest installment of the Phishcrit project)
All Things Reconsidered
Runaway Jim
Ya Mar
Sample in a Jar
Foam
Nellie Kane
Split Open and Melt
The Horse >
Silent in the Morning
Poor Heart
Cavern
2001
Axilla
Run Like an Antelope
Lizards
My Friend My Friend
Harry Hood
The Great Gig in the Sky
Chalkdust Torture
Piano Duet >
Won’t You Come Home, Bill Bailey?
NIGHTTIME
Brian Eno - Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy)
Burning Airlines Give You So Much More
Back in Judy’s Jungle
The Fat Lady of Limbourg
Mother Whale Eyeless
The Great Pretender
Third Uncle
Put a Straw Under Baby
The True Wheel
China My China
Taking Tiger Mountain
AM WORK
The Nice - Ars Longa Vita Brevis, 3rd Movement - Acceptance “Brandenburger”
The Nice - Rondo
The Nice - Live at the Fillmore East December 1969
Rondo (ooh, much faster)
Ars Longa Vita Brevis (“we’d like to feature Brian Davison on gongs and drums and whistles and everything.”)
Little Arabella
She Belongs to Me (absolutely bonkers 13-minute Dylan cover)
Country Pie
Beastie Boys - 5 Boroughs Macho Mix
Ric Wilhite & Osunlade - Blame It On The Boogie
PM WORK
WFMU - Duane’s Show (cont.)
Barbara Streisand - Never Give Up (Nelue edit)
Rev Charles Nick & The St. James Choir - You Brought the Sunshine Into My Life
Dennis Coffey Trio - Let The Sunshine In
Sons of Champlin - What’cha Gonna Do
J*DaVeY - Dirty Love
Kissey - Beam Me Up
Vanilla - Snowblind
Airplay - Nothing You Can Do About It
Starbuck - Moonlight Feels Right (Re-work)
James Brown - Sexy Sexy Sexy (Re-Edit)
Carpenters - Punk as Funk Mix
S.G. - I Don’t Wanna Dance (Re-Edit)
Don Covay - Sexy Girl
Lee Morgan - Yes I Can, No You Can’t (edit)
Galactic - Liquor Pang
Lee Ranaldo - Tomorrow Never Comes
Frazier Chorus - Sloppy Heart
Woods - May 5, 2012 @ 285 Kent (via NYCTaper)
Pushing Onlys
Suffering Season
Cali in a Cup
Bend Beyond (13 minutes of #indiejam goodness)
Is It Honest?
Be All Be Easy
Rain On
Find Them Empty
Blood Dries Darker
Perfume Genius - Put Your Back N 2 It
AWOL Marine
Normal Song
No Tear
17
Take Me Home
Dirge
Lotus Plaza - Spooky Action at a Distance
Untitled
Strangers
Out of Touch
Dusty Rhodes
White Galactic One
Monoliths
Jet Out of the Tundra
Eveningness (****)
Remember Our Days
Black Buzz
Phish - Chalkdust Torture (7/10/99)
Phish - Chalkdust Torture (4/2/98)
PM COMMUTE
Ty Segall & White Fence - Time
Ty Segall & White Fence - I Am Not A Game
AM COMMUTE
Selected live Phish excerpts from the Type II Cast episode The Philly Phactor
PM WORK
Grateful Dead - May 8, 1977, Second Set
Take A Step Back
Scarlet Begonias >
Fire on the Mountain
Estimated Prophet
St. Stephen >
Not Fade Away >
St. Stephen
Morning Dew
One More Saturday Night
PM COMMUTE
Death Grips - The Money Store (to balance out all the jambandiness)
Get Got
The Fever (Aye Aye)
Lost Boys
Blackjack
Hustle Bones
I’ve Seen Footage
Double Helix
System Blower
The Cage
Joining in with the 2012 edition of Nick Southall’s brilliant idea. Hope it goes better for me than last year, where I just listened to the Tomboy leak and the LCD Soundsystem MSG show over and over again.
I’ll update this post throughout the day, though a work field trip this afternoon will limit my musical voyages today.
COMMUTE
Fluxblog 2004 Survey on shuffle
TV on the Radio - The Wrong Way (boy did Desperate Youth, Bloodthirsty Babes ever have terrible cover art. TVOTR covers/album titles are always so bad)
Mannie Fresh - Conversation
Johnny Boy - You Are The Generation That Bought More Shoes And You Get What You Deserve (one of my favorite song titles ever)
The Streets - Fit But You Know It
Regina Spektor - Us (never heard this, like it! Sort of Newsom-y)
The Fiery Furnaces - Chris Michaels (a track from my favorite album ever, not a bad way to start the week)
The Chap - Oozing Emotion
AM WORK
The Future of the Left - I Am the Least of Your Problems
Aldebaran - Forever in the Dream of Death (“The finest cut from one of the most relentless slabs of funeral doom misery in recent memory” <3 you Grayson)
Fiona Apple - Every Single Night (Sure sounds like Jon Brion produced this, though still haven’t seen confirmation anywhere)
Beck - Corrina, Corrina (Boooooring)
Sonny and the Sunsets - Pretend You Love Me (Hey, this is great. Instant add to the robmitchum 2012 playlist)
Animal Collective - Honeycomb
Animal Collective - Gotham (2x) (what is it about #musicdiaryproject that brings out new AC music?)
Cloud Nothings - Wasted Days
Joe Tangari’s UK Prog Vol. 2: 1968 Liftoff
Pink Floyd - Let There Be Light
Them - Square Room (the same Them what made “Gloria”?!?)
Gun - The Sad Saga of the Boy and the Bee
Family - Voyage
Caravan - Love Song with Flute
The Crazy World of Arthur Brown - Fanfare/Fire Poem
The Crazy World of Arthur Brown - Fire
Giles, Giles & Fripp - Erudite Eyes
The Gods - Looking Glass
The Soft Machine - Why Am I So Short?
The Soft Machine - So Boot If At All
The Nice - Ars Longa Vita Brevis, 3rd Movement - Acceptance “Brandenburger” (oh, prog…)
The Moody Blues - House of Four Doors
Nirvana - Rainbow Chaser
Procol Harum - In Held ‘Twas I

I’ve been lucky enough to have my writing appear in some new places alongside the old standbys this fall. Here’s a quick list.
SPIN: Pearl Jam 20th Anniversary Concert
SPIN paid me to drive up to Alpine Valley and cover a Pearl Jam concert, which made me want to time-travel back to 1993 and tell my younger self that everything was going to work out okay. I stood in the rain, ruined a pair of shoes, saw George Harrison’s son, enjoyed the hell out of Mudhoney, learned that Pearl Jam shows/fans are basically an alternative universe Phish, and most importantly, beheld the glory of Hats Worn By Jeff Ament.
MTV Hive: The Science of Bjork’s Biophilia
Once every five years or so I find a way to blend my scientific over-training with my ability to make fun of musicians. MTV gave me the chance to do this with Bjork’s new iPad thingamajig, and I ended up more fascinated with a skinny 1984 book by E.O. Wilson.
The Classical: SCIENCE BUREAU #1
Always admired the FreeDarko guys from afar, got real jealous when they announced The Classical, then connected with them through the oh-so-modern pathway of contributing to Kickstarter and shamelessly tweeting at them. Social media works, kids!
But I’m super grateful to participate in their preview a couple times, first with an article on my most crippling addiction (sports text sims), second with the beginning of a hopefully long-running column of sports science with Dr. Lawyer Indian Chief (not his real name). Someday I will post a more personal sidebar here to Dice & Boards, but time - it is short, too short.
Pitchfork: Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds
Pitchfork: Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks - Mirror Traffic
Further consolidating my reputation as “the 90’s guy” over at P4k, I reviewed two solo acts better known for the days when they pretended to not be solo acts. One was exactly as mediocre as expected, the other was a dark horse for my year-end top ten. You get negative points for even bothering to guess which is which.
Another of my favorite records of the year allowed me to play indie-rock ambassador to the jamband crowd instead of vicey versa.
ScienceLife - Breaking Ground on the Neuropsychiatric Data Mine
ScienceLife - A Gateway Activity? Slot Machines to Speed
ScienceLife - Lactose Tolerance in the Indian Dairyland
ScienceLife - Machine-Gunning the Cell’s Legos
Tons of writing as usual at the day job, though not as much as I’d like. Here are my favorites from the last few months.
“Whether it wants it or not, Animal Collective could have a long afterlife on the jam band circuit; same goes for the festival performers Battles and Gang Gang Dance, acts that stretch their songs out past melodic relevance into rhythmic trance.” - Jon Caramanica, New York Times.
“sick of writers going to the “jam band” kneejerk whenever a band plays a long song. Maybe the band is just into “Sister Ray” or Krautrock?” - Marc Masters, on twitter.
“We ain’t no fucking jamband!!!” - !!! singer Nic Offer, Empty Bottle, 2003, while jamming.
Every critic sent to cover a music festival wants to find a trend to hang their narrative on, be it flutes or tweeting-in-the-VIP-area or offensive lyrics. If I had been writing about the Pitchfork Music Festival last weekend instead of just freeloading shade and Heineken and mostly unobstructed views, I would have picked jamming. I couldn’t see every act or make a fully informed assessment in every case, but I counted at least 5 bands that included some aspect of improvisation in their set at the festival. (As an aside, I also counted three bands on Sunday alone that had at least one member dressed in tie-dye, including Odd Future). That’s at least three more than employed a flautist, so enough for a trend piece, right?
I would have avoided further pigeonholing myself as “the Pitchfork critic who only listens to Phish now” if it wasn’t for the 1-2 punch of Caramanica’s review and Masters’ tweet, which opened the floodgates. I wrote and deleted about 25 @ responses to Marc, RT-ed w/o comment, went to a meeting, then came back and flooded him with a second wave of @s. In the interim, the conversation spiraled off into something else I’m much less interested in (how people into noise got into noise). But here’s the point I want to make about the term “jamband.”
Genre names are (usually) useful, despite everyone claiming to hate them. Musicians are allergic to them, as 99% of them are to any words about their music that aren’t a critic exactly guessing what they were thinking when they made it. But critics, the people who invent and use genre names, hate them the most. So the inevitable life cycle of any genre name is its invention, spread, and then gradual transformation into an insult. For a recent example, look no further than “chillwave.” Or for older audiences, “emo.”
The lifespan of “jamband” is a little different, since it has endured as a useful term among those who listen to the music it describes (and it does describe it plainly and simply, unlike many other genre names) while it almost immediately calcified into an insult for anyone else. Even with the recent re-acceptance of the Grateful Dead, the band for whom the term was arguably invented, the term is still considered an epithet rather than a description. Hence Masters’ (perfectly reasonable) frustration with Caramanica, and Caramanica’s built-in apology (“Whether it wants it or not”), despite the fact that the jamband community factually is very interested in seeing Animal Collective, Gang Gang Dance, and Battles perform right now.
As I tweeted to Marc, the problem is that jamband-as-insult means mostly “drugged-up hippies playing long, prog-influenced music” instead of what it properly should mean: improvisational rock music. That’s a lot of letters, and in 140-character times, I’d rather type “jamband.” In my head, “jamband” already means both “Dark Star” and “Sister Ray” - two sides of the same late-60s coin, really. It also means Phish or Yo La Tengo, who recently played a show down the street from me than ended with an 17-minute jam on, yup, “Sister Ray.” That’s not the case for most critics or listeners though.
The problem is that I do think we are legitimately moving towards a time when more indie rock bands are attempting to add improvisation into their live shows (god bless ‘em!), and so all this terminology is going to need to be sorted out. It’s one thing for Animal Collective to play around with jamming, but another thing entirely when it comes from more median indie bands like Deerhunter or Woods (both of whom jammed more than AC did this past weekend, I would argue). As Aaron Leitko reported in the Washington Post last year, this is a thing.
Maybe someone is going to come up with a new name for rock music that includes improvisation, something that won’t have the “uncool” taint of jamband. But we already have a perfectly good one, one that has none of the inherent pretension and bloggy smell that would come with yet another hyphenated form of psych-something or something-psych. Why not reclaim jamband? It ain’t perfect, but it’s better than most.

ghoti - “american storage” (Cedar Room Records)
As a rule, I don’t normally listen to unsolicited music in my inbox. But over the holiday weekend, this one came in with a note from a trusted friend reading simply “what you’ve been looking for.” He was right on target - these are the cosmic jams I have been chasing from blog to blog and venue to venue. There’s little information to be found on this band: a VT mailing address, weird rhombus-shaped geometric sketches, bad taste pseudonyms such as “Vajonna.” But the tunes speak for themselves, patient explorations that transcend any -wave labels and mine the deepest psychedelic spectra. This track’s name perfectly captures the group’s sound, simultaneously evoking floor-to-ceiling sonic detritus clutter and the expansive sprawl of a suburban landscape. Headphones required.
RIYL: Sun Araw, Ducktails, Meddle
I’m going to do a more refined post on ScienceOnline 2011 for the blog that pays the bills later this week, but I wanted to get some of my more personal reflections out while the fire was still smoldering. Short, short version: I loved it, and I hope to be back next year. It was inspirational, deliriously fun, and thought-provoking in so many ways. Here a handful of those thoughts.
1. A Digital Transfer?
Even though science writing is most of what I do these days, the majority of my writing experience is in the world of music writers. To contrast: #scio11 was full of camaraderie, collaboration, advice from old to young (and young to old), and mutual support. Music writer gatherings…not so much. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy hanging out with my fellow music scribes (as I did during the conference with the well-bearded Grayson Currin at the surprise Archers of Loaf reunion show), but get any large gathering of critics together online or off and the vibe is far less positive. Certainly, at least, it’s far more competitive, especially as music-writing jobs have evaporated. And maybe because of the contentious nature of criticism, there’s a whole lot more backbiting and shit-talking that goes on, even within a circled-wagon staff like Pitchfork’s.
Disagreement is healthy, and the battles - over topics like old vs. new media, independent blogging vs. PR blogging, and ebooks vs. paper books - were worthwhile. But music writing tends to be all battles, and maybe the community would benefit from a positive experience like #scio11. Maybe this happens at SXSW or CMJ or EMP - I’ve never been - but I doubt it. The first two are more about seeing bands and discovering the Next Big Thing (the #scio11 equivalent would be, I guess, going to watch a bunch of scientists working in labs? Which is kind of what the Friday field trips were, but not really), the third one is more about critics play-acting as Academics. I don’t know of anything where music writers get into a few small rooms and talk about their craft, about the industry (constructively, not just bitchin’), or about how social media tools or video or forming networks could help them get work and improve their content.
So why not a #muso11 (OK, the hashtag needs work)? Like a lot of music writers I know, many of the science writers at #scio11 started writing as a hobby and found themselves suddenly, shockingly getting paid to be authorities on things. Surely some of the things that worked in the Triangle would work for a crew of music bloggers and journalists and writers. Only 700 people voted in Pazz & Jop this year; assuming about twice as many people wanted to go to #scio11 as actually were in attendance (300), that brings the total number of science writers into the same ballpark. We could gather somewhere (not Brooklyn, plz), WITHOUT BANDS PLAYING, and hash out our differences and try to create some kind of community, right? OK, probably not, but it’s worth a thought.
2. Glasses Half Full
I always tell people I got into “proper” journalism at exactly the wrong time, as I was hired by the Tribune just in time for 2 years of newsroom layoffs and unsatisfying redesigns. So every gathering of journalists, usually over beers, turned into an endless (not unjustified) festival of self-pity and anger. Journalists are experts at complaining, and their gripes are certainly legitimate, but having the same conversation does wear thin after by the 200th or 300th time. The smaller subset of science journalists usually brought even grayer clouds to their conversations, as newspapers and magazines increasingly took axes to their science desks to make kindling on the industry’s sinking ship.
So goddamn was it refreshing to hear minimal tales of journalistic woe at #scio11, even though many expatriates of traditional media were in attendance. Friday night, I swapped some stories about the newspaper science decline with Sabine Vollmer (formerly of the News & Observer, now of Science in the Triangle) and Carl Zimmer. Others, including Steve Silberman, talked about being summarily dumped by their employer in recent years, but rather than dwelling on the downside, they focused on the freelance-life silver lining of being able to write for different audiences and in different formats. I came back to Chicago more excited about writing, about science or otherwise, than I’ve been since my naive first steps into the world of journalism. Whatever secret formula produced that sensation should be bottled and sent to all other journalist conferences, post haste.
3. Broadcasting or Narrowcasting?
The science-writing-specific source of that optimism was realizing that, despite the decline in mass media science coverage, more science is being written about than ever, with more creativity and style than ever. But there was the nagging thought, retained from my newspaper brainwashing sessions, that a narrower slice of the population was being reached by all that great writing. The old argument from the Tribune was that you could catch the eye of someone who wouldn’t normally seek out science writing, and almost accidentally teach them something true about evolution or climate change or disease that they wouldn’t have encountered otherwise. Accordingly, the big post-#scio11 discussion has been over at Ed Yong’s blog regarding whether the science blog world is an echo chamber; Yong makes an excellent argument that it is not.
But I thought a lot at #scio11 about whether social media was forcing me into my own echo chamber, or more accurately, collection of echo chambers. I have 2 twitter accounts: one for personal use, one for the work blog. I use my personal account mostly for music discussion, and use the work account mostly for science - partly out of professionalism, partly because I’m concerned about alienating followers of each account by talking about something other than what they originally followed me for. I’ve even considered spinning off a new account from my personal account for my ramblings about the band Phish, who are not highly regarded by the people following me because of my supposed indie-rock cred.
The strategy of splitting my personality into separate social-media pieces seemed to be endorsed by the panelists at the #scio11 “Web 2.0wned” session, including Arikia Millikan’s admission that she has 12 separate twitter accounts for different projects and topics. I was also interested to hear about blogs with incredibly specific foci, who in some cases have resisted expanding to more general topics beyond their original mission (for example, discussing science alongside science-fiction). There’s certainly strength to be had in a single good idea and an unwavering focus, but I wonder if that also paints bloggers and tweeters into a corner, only attracting like-minded people without grabbing the “accidental” interest from outside of the direct audience. One reason I enjoy tweeting about Phish from my personal account is because it’s unexpected; all the music writers and indie-rock fans following me who wouldn’t normally encounter a serious discussion of Phish are forced to see it and (hopefully) consider the band in a different light (rather consider me to be a crazy person). At least until they hit the “unfollow” button, and I’m not sure how often I’m driving people away by veering from what people expect to hear from me. I’m still undecided on which is the best course to take - but watch out for a lot more science tweets on my personal twitter.
4. Work Ethic
I had a weird 2010, where I was finally spending my day job doing the exact thing I wanted to do: writing about science. But while I still had projects I wanted to work on in the evenings, like I used to have to do for all of my writing, I found that I lacked the energy to do so when I got home. Writing about music after a day of working in the lab used to be no problem for me. Writing about science after a day of covering breaking crime news for the newspaper was also doable (even if the daytime mental stress wore me down more than grad student days). But going home and doing more science writing after a day of science writing has been surprisingly difficult, and I find myself needing to unwind with much less productive activity (damn you, Xbox).
So by far the most inspirational thing for me about the science bloggers gathered for #scio11 is how damn prolific the really successful ones are, writing multiple posts a day, acting as twitter hubs for the community, and pitching/writing articles to a variety of publications. In some cases, all of that is being done while they hold down a day job that may have nothing to do with writing and blogging! So I’m making a late 2011 commitment: work ethic is my jam for this year. No more tiredness, no more excuses. Though if Ed Yong and Carl Zimmer and Bora Zivkovic want to tell me how they live without sleeping, that would be helpful…