Showing posts with label Oregon Coast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oregon Coast. Show all posts

Sunday, July 24, 2022

Song Stories: Not Too Soon

When Wil and I started the This Wreckage ‘zine over 30 years ago now, the idea is that we would have people submit material that we would throw in each issue as is and put it out to the world.  What we didn’t realize going in is that most people do not want to actually share things like that.  We struggled in finding material to achieve our albeit ambitious goal of a monthly issue. 

However, in a small way, I’d like to float out a similar request we used to do every issue, but with more of a singular focus.  I am hoping that anyone who reads this would be willing to send some kind of story of a certain song that means something to them.  This could mean a short story, an essay, a drawing, a photograph, a poem, a few words, I don’t know.  One of my favorite things is to tie music to pretty much every waking minute of my life.  It’s a problem really.  There are hundreds of songs that evoke a lot of emotions for me for a variety of reasons based on their being nearby at the time.  I absolutely love hearing and reading other people’s stories along these lines.  I don’t care the genre or the artist, or my personal history, if any, with the song, I find these stories endlessly fascinating.

I’m hoping to encourage any and every one who might be willing to send some of their stories to me via messenger, or via email: tangledrec@hotmail.com.  I would like to share them here, on this site, if given the permission.

Please ask any questions you may have.

I'll start:

Not Too Soon

Sometime during the summer of 1992, I found myself at an impromptu gathering during a sunny afternoon out in the forests in the Otis / Rose Lodge west of my home town of Lincoln City.  I don’t remember the circumstances surrounding this, but a few of my childhood friends were there, along with a few older people who knew through school growing up, as well as a few younger ones.  I vividly remember the environment.  It was incredibly relaxed and comfortable.  I remember The Cult’s third album Electric was playing quietly and it sounded good to me, even though I remember hating the album when it was new.  I was never a Cult fan, but them overtly trying to sound like AC/DC bothered me.  It was later that I truly began to appreciate its singled-mindedness.  I remember hearing it at a music venue between an opening band and the headliner one time and it sounded like the best album ever made!

That afternoon / early evening I had fun being a stupid goofball with my old friends and getting to know some of the others that I didn’t know very well previously.  Even though we were all young.  It felt very adult.  We were all drinking beer, but no one to excess, or making a show of it, the music was quiet, the conversations were about life and felt non-judgmental, and all was calm.  I remember thinking to myself that I liked this.  All of my anxiety floated away, I felt accepted, the dark fog of the previous year had faded some, and I was beginning to sense possibilities again.  At that time, I had confirmed that I was going to returning to college.  It was a dawning of new beginnings and this was what being an adult felt like.

Of course, school that fall didn’t work out, my health went south again, I never saw many of those people again, all kinds of weird drama wound through my head making me feel like I was constantly on an emotional roller coaster, one tinged with a constant heartbreak and a strange desperation.  Normal stuff.  Not very adult.  I guess that just comes with age, not a state of mind. 

At any rate, that very adult and way too brief gathering ended while the sun was still out.  I will never forget climbing into my car, and driving home toward the sunset.  I had the windows down and the stereo blasting Throwing Muses’ “Not Too Soon.”  The song was so tight and sparkly and sounded so amazing at that moment.  I remember feeling genuinely good! 

Throwing Muses had always been hit and miss with me, so I hadn’t purchased any of their music since their first album.  I had thrown “Not Too Soon” onto a mixtape after I had found it on one of those Sire Records label samplers they released back in those days.  Not only is the song super catchy and bright, but I will always remember it for that pleasant moment in time.  Even the music video harkens to that day, as it was shot in a barn.  It looks and feels like the scene of that gathering.  The lyrics are a mystery to me.  Seems to be a kiss off to some older dude who plays with the hearts of young women, so no, I do not identify with it on that level, but it may be the first time I truly realized how much I love a good pop tune and this one is addictive.  I never get tired of it and it always makes me think of that long ago evening.




Throwing Muses "Not Too Soon" 1991



Sunday, July 22, 2018

Becoming Real Forever




Tender Age
Becoming Real Forever
(SINIS Recordings)

Holy shit, have I been out of it!  As mentioned in the previous post (It’s Beginning to and Back Again), I’ve been on autopilot for a few years with regards to keeping up with music, but, thanks to Amber Crain’s amazing When the Sun Hits blog and internet radio show on DKFM, I got clued in to Tender Age just in time for their debut album’s release and I am thankful.  Tender Age are from Portland too, so they’ve been right under my nose this entire time. 

This young five piece apparently recorded this album in a shack over at the coast, in Seaside.  Having grown up on the Oregon coast, I can just imagine how out of place their squealing guitar feedback and extreme dissonance must have been, but at the same time, it somehow makes perfect sense.  I have a distinct memory of riding in a car crammed full of high school classmates heading southbound on Highway 101 on a school night in the late 80s to attend an art opening at the Cultural Center in Newport.  Everyone in the car had a piece in the show, but me.  I was, and still am, the eternal supporter (the bridesmaid, the caddie, the cling-on, the groupie) of the arts – never the artist.  Along the way, we were listening to Sonic Youth’s brand new Daydream Nation, which I had dubbed for my old friend Ian, who was driving.  I distinctly remember gazing out over the Pacific Ocean at sunset on the way up the hill of Cape Foulweather with a huge grin on my face taking in the stunning view as the middle part of “Silver Rocket” went about destroying the car’s speakers.  Becoming Real Forever reminds me of this moment.

From what I’ve seen, Tender Age sometimes get labeled with the “shoegaze” tag, likely because of their liberal use of feedback to create some pretty intense soundscapes.  They remind me more of the aforementioned Sonic Youth, or Dinosaur, or Pussy Galore school of rock and noise - something that would come out on SST, or Homestead Records – all influences on those early shoegaze bands.  Plus, vocalist/guitarist, Tauna Leonardo employs a cool, otherworldly and disconnected Kim Gordon style spoken word approach on songs like “Olives Choice,” “Dark Circles,” and the first half of the epic “Cellphone Tower.” Tender Age are excellent when it comes to using three guitars (Leonardo, Elaina Tardif, and Christopher Klarer!!!) to create feedback which invigorate their songs with chaos.  The searing presence of the noise gives their songs an urgency and the feeling that the entire procedure might run off the rails at any moment.  It’s exciting!

It doesn’t hurt that the opening song, “Don’t Mind,” is an addictive pop song buried within a Psychocandy-era Jesus and Mary Chain wall of screeches, a ramshackle looseness, and a deep bassline that booms and moans like a really strange harbor buoy that’s way too near for comfort.  I find myself listening to it over and over.  When drummer, Olives, leans into the hi-hat during the bridge between the chorus and the second verse, I feel like an itch is being scratched.  That crazy low sonic boom bass, creatively guided by Bryan Robertson, guides the similar “Isn’t Real” as well.  The trudging and heavy “Lowers” leaves behind a trail of wreckage in its wake, along with a surprising sing-along vocal melody in the chorus.  The funky shuffle of “Deluxe” is the oddball track of this bunch, but a welcome breath of fresh air, and a touch of needed variety – making it a standout.  So too, the breathy acoustic ballad, “Nothing” that closes side one with a real touch of beauty.




Overall, Becoming Real Forever, seems to express a sentiment of feeling disconnected, disengaged, and separate from the rest of the world.  This is a feeling I think a lot of us can identify with in this age where so many of us are overcrowded yet completed isolated.  So much of what happens anymore does not seem real at all.  There is a definite surrealism to their sound with all of the noises coming at you from everywhere, as well as decay and destruction.  They build somewhat basic rock song foundations and then take sledge and jack hammers to these structures and present the remains as the finished product.  Have you ever wondered how an old section of sidewalk can become so broken up over time, when it is made out of concrete – something so indestructible?  Tender Age might have been there blasting away just before you arrived.  I highly recommend this album.





Tender Age "Isn't Real"