March 16, 2006
Matt’s Crush
I first heard Clap Your Hands Say Yeah on the way back from a trip with my friend Jenn up to New Hampshire for potato skins. If the lengths we’re willing to go for good potato skins doesn’t tell you something about our character, I don’t know what will.
So anyway there we were going south on 3, scanning the dial and we heard the end of “Upon This Tidal Wave Of Young Blood”. I instantly liked the music, but we had the bad timing of tuning in right as the singer launched into his “child star, child stars” rant at the end of the song. Which does quite honestly sound like Elephant Boy from the Howard Stern show yelling “chasta” over and over. And over. THIRTY VERDAMT TIMES!!! But something about the music, and the fact that I was hearing their name all over the place, stuck in my head.
So when my friend and new-music-purveyor Bob gave me a copy of their album, I launched right into it to find that damned “chasta” song. It turns out I love this stuff. It sounds like a young David Byrne or Tom Verlaine freaking out over Modern English tracks. I called up Bob and thanked him for the CD, saying I hadn’t heard any NEW new wave for a couple decades and wondering what vault they found these master tapes in. We comiserated a bit over the awkward position “chasta” puts one in; either be moved to chills at the unbridled emotion being breathlessly released to a beat (similar in that way to both Byrne and Verlaine), or be moved to hit the skip button.
I feel no such qualms about “Yellow Teeth”, and have played it over and over for days now. I may not be going out on much of a limb with these best-sellers, nor am I really in danger of seeming ahead of any particular curve. But I just love this song. Pop it on, cuff your jeans, dust off your Ray-Bans and stonewashed denim jacket, immerse yourself in a cloud of Aqua Net and stop the world and melt with me. And Molly Ringwald.
“The Skin Of My Yellow Country Teeth”- Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (mp3)
(Right-click/control-click link to download)

But this has been a crazy month, full of all sorts of things like travel, classwork, spring break, skiing, cycling, meetings, visits with friends, etc. So I’ve tended toward some of the Floyd’s more long-and-winding songs for some breaks of calm. My favorite of these is “Shine On You Crazy Diamond,” a song that, to me, most perfectly balanced the abilities of Gilmour, Roger Waters, Rick Wright and Nick Mason.
I don’t know why it took me so darn long, but I recently realized that there’s a ton of fantastic music being made north of the border.
Cheers to Reese Witherspoon’s Best Actress win for Walk the Line at this year’s Oscars - great film, great performance; bummer that Joaquin Phoenix didn’t get a trophy - guess he’ll have to cry himself to sleep on his gigantic pile of money next to his Golden Globe.
Like I said in the main post, far too many covers of famous songs end up being rote replays of the original. Cuts like The Ataris’ “Boys of Summer” and My Chemical Romance’s “Under Pressure” end up being the professional equivalent of an episode of American Idol - when you hear it, all you can think of is how great a song the original was. A really great cover, though, is a special thing - it makes you remember the original, but it also makes you aware of how creative the fresh take really is, and they end up feeling like completely new songs as a result. Those are the kinds of covers I sought out for this month’s Selection.