Ball of Wax 65 Songs: Darryl Blood – “Wait Until Tomorrow”

Misty midnight outside of . . . somewhere . . . Glimpses of piano music echo in a void, yet they are somehow near. The notes are hesitant, forgetful; the song, sad and unfinished. The pianist ends his playing for the night. He closes the lid of the piano and shuffles away into the gloom, going to . . . somewhere . . . Tomorrow he will be back, and other songs will grace the newly bright atmosphere.

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Ball of Wax 65 Songs: Benjamin Thomas​-​Kennedy and Jim Davis – “Hope Smotes”

Doom-laden minimalist synth bass loops and shudders, frozen in perpetual battle with deep drumming from the edge of abyss. Yet, somehow, we can dance to this.

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Ball of Wax 65 Songs: Red Weather Tigers – “Cocteau’s Twin”

BoW/Tract Records supergroup Red Weather Tigers brings us the dreamlike beauty of “Cocteau’s Twin” (and honestly, a song thusly named that wasn’t dreamily beautiful would feel like somewhat of an affront). Despite overflowing with the unique talents of Tyler, Lattney, Marc, and THEATH, “Cocteau’s Twin” never feels overly busy, or confused, or like the product of a musical pissing match. Apart from the vocals I don’t know who did what – from the electronic bookends, to the lovely guitar/bass/piano theme that takes up most of the song and provides space for Marc’s yearning voice, to whatever sonic wizardry sewed it all together into such a cohesive, yet sprawling, musical statement – and it doesn’t really matter. These four fellows clearly operate as a higher-level musical unit, bringing what they need when they need to, stepping aside as appropriate, and following the music where it leads them. I can only hope the future is imbued with a fraction of this spirit of pure collaboration and good will. And if it isn’t, well, there’s a RWT song for that too.

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Ball of Wax 65 Songs: Sparkbird – “Minor Holiday”

I’ve been living with Sparkbird’s “Minor Holiday” for a little more than a week—listening in my car, at my desk, in my earbuds as I drift off to sleep—and it’s been a real pleasure. The rhythmic backbone of the song is a piano arpeggio progression that feels like it’s always moving forward, even as it turns now and then into a melancholy corner, even as it cycles back to its beginning and then repeats. As I listen, I look down and notice that one foot is tapping the other, that my head is nodding “yes,” and that I’ve been squinting slightly, as if looking into a source of light. The song ends and I fumble around to hit “play” again.

“Minor Holiday” is written and arranged by Stephan Nance, who also plays the piano and sings the lead vocal. Nance’s vocal is quiet and fluid, dynamic and expressive, savoring the sounds of the words as much as their meaning. The lyrics paint a stark picture of a planet succumbing to environmental disaster—“Half the yard is burning / And the other half is covered in snow”—and an even starker picture of the planet’s inhabitants, who “forget to get upset” and whose ability to adapt has only helped to foster their collective delusion: “As the world is ending / We can keep pretending / That none of this will matter in an hour.” Curiously, the hard-hitting message of the song is tempered and inflected by the sweetness and harmony of its musical sensibility. It doesn’t feel like a mistake that the bitterness and hand-wringing of lyrics like “Seasons grievings to us all” and “Shall I compare thee to / The Judgment Day” are juxtaposed with music that reminds us of the miraculous sensitivity, inventiveness, and wonder that humans are capable of expressing.

Sparkbird is the project of Nance, but “Minor Holiday” features remarkable contributions from Mathias Kunzli (percussion), Yoed Nir (strings), Jeni Magana (upright bass), Lisa Parrott (clarinet), and Greta Gertler (backing vocals). And it’s all the more remarkable that these musicians recorded their parts remotely from locations as disparate as Los Angeles, New York City, and Sydney, Australia. Nance, based in Portland, ostensibly communicated the sensibilities and nuances of “Minor Holiday” across the jittery and glitching platforms of our ongoing digital condition, just as the disaster of Australia’s bushfires were giving way to the emergence of the COVID pandemic. If the song does aim to provide a modicum of hope and optimism (and your guess is as good as mine), then it must be in the astonishing collaboration of these far-flung souls who, despite everything, were able to create a beautiful song together and send it out into the ether.

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Ball of Wax 65 Songs: Chris Klepac – “Rinse and Repeat”

There is a statement and a question in Chris Klepac’s contemplative “Rinse and Repeat” that are timeless for people like me (these days, there seem to be lot more of you than ever before) and, if one thinks about it, hide the answer as cold, hard truth within. But I don’t want to think about it just yet, so let’s talk about Klepac’s mastery of key and the type of arrangement that builds a monument on three primary notes that are used in motif, melody, and progression.

“Rinse and Repeat” hangs out mostly in my favorite mode of C Major: G Mixolydian. This one is always fun for me to hear because the G chord in standard guitar tuning sounds so full and rich; I’m a fan of F and C in their basic positions, too, but centering things around G often “feels right.” Except that, for all intents and purposes, Klepac undercuts that rightness with self-frustrated (yet accepting and willfully so) messages. Like many of my favorite tunes, “Rinse and Repeat” counters up (arrangement) with down (message).

Part of the song’s strength lies in those three notes I mentioned. They form the synth riff that opens and carries the song on its back. Two of them represent the roots of the chords that open the verses and chorus and the third is the dominant of this mode, the fifth of that beautiful G chord, and in the melody that sneaks in post-chorus and during the excellent break, those notes carry the listener aloft and stable while the ground beneath alternates between different terrains.

Okay, I’ve avoided completing my opening thought for as long as I could, so let’s get to facing up to the facts, fellow procrastinators. When people like you and I lament the speediness with which our lives pass, a favored phrase is, “Where does the time go?” Klepac makes this the point of each chorus. But he answers his (and our) question with his very first words and they cut that much deeper when they’re so accurate: to paraphrase, we’ve wasted it. The harsher truth is found in the metaphor of the song’s title in that we’ll continue to waste it into the future.

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Ball of Wax 65 Songs: Anne Mathews – “The One That Makes Me Scream”

My first thought on reading the title of this song was, “I know that line.” But no, it couldn’t be any sort of connection to a beloved pop nugget by one of the most important bands of my youth, could it? [This never occurred to me until just  now. -ed.] The four hi-hat smacks that call the players to action offer no confirmation, but the jangly-beyond-all-C-86-reason guitars (mandolin? 12-string? Why can’t I place it specifically?) coupled with the off-beat hi-hats and lifted off the ground by a bassline that even I can’t begin to describe without namedropping (and even then, THIS bassline mops the floor with THAT one) tell me that “The One That Makes Me Scream” is not the mascara-laden-faux-goth-pop of yore. Nay, it (dare I say [check your unbridled fanhood at the door, put in your objective eardrums, and stick with me here]) TRANSCENDS by using a line that isn’t found in the lyrics as a grab (worked on me, didn’t it?) and then ever so briefly lifting from that old tune a snippet of melody but then taking it somewhere else—somewhere that still makes melodic sense but accomplishes the emotional descent/ascent with more immediacy. If that isn’t enough to set this song apart, the vocals come in and offer a bit of frustration, a bit of dread, a lot of wonderful “ay-ay-ays” bobbing up and down on the slightest bending of notes, and a by-turns truthful and hopeful aphorism in “Together, we have all we have—together, we might do this thing.” I don’t know what “this thing” is, but against such an ebullient backing, I damn sure know they/we might do it.

Still not enough for you to accept my declaration of transcendence? Fine. Take into consideration that, after three-plus millennia of music (I’m going back to the earliest known “written” music here, since recordings from the ancient world are hard to come by), 70+ years of rock and pop (essentially defining the structures, rhythms, and progressions that have informed all but the purposeful outliers of what we listen to), maybe 42 years of home recording, and roughly 18 years of free and easy accessibility to any uploaded recording at any time, there are really only so many combinations of notes, patterns, timbres, arrangements, effects, et cetera ad infinitum that can be created and used, at least in a way that is aesthetically pleasing to the ears of most listeners in the Western world (I realize this precludes the possibility of an insane variety of excellent music being considered “palatable” and for that I apologize, but I’m trying to make a point here), but an artist can STILL create something that is both NEW and FUN. Anne Mathews certainly has.

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Ball of Wax 65 Songs: defineartworks – “Sweet Life”

BoW 64/Telephone alum Timothy Ralphs returns under a different moniker with “Sweet Life,” a delightfully weird two-minute groove/meditation on what sounds, indeed, like a pretty sweet life. Pushed along by a chunky, Tom-Waits-Kathleen-Brennan-esque rhythmic loop, he unspools a  loose narrative of driving, chilling, and generally living pretty sweet. Different instruments pop in and out here and there, creating a surprisingly dynamic soundscape for a song of such brevity and rhythmic/harmonic consistency. Here’s hoping the future is, indeed, capable of containing such sweetness – and weirdness.

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Ball of Wax 65 Songs: Bubba Bach – “Ready”

BubbaFKA Sebastian A.Bach sure knows how to pack a lot of weight and depth into a small musical package. “Ready” clocks in at under two minutes, with only a couple lyrical phrases carrying it through, but every time I hear it I both think “dang, it’s over already” and “was that really just a couple minutes?” This song is addressed to God – or a god, anyway – but unlike Shellac’s “Prayer to God,” my other favorite song-addressed-to-God, the singer doesn’t let us in on his prayer, merely states his readiness to move forward when it’s granted, when his dreams come true. Through the lush yet simple arrangement of guitars and keys, and Bubba’s emotional, almost fragile vocal delivery, we are made to embrace this mystery, to look forward to the day when those dreams come true, whatever they might be.

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Ball of Wax 65 Songs: Brad Dunn – “Malfunctioning”

In order for Brad Dunn – a brilliant old friend who (is it possible?) last appeared on BoW way back on Volume 31 – to give us a song about the future, he had to look back into the past: To the long-gone mid-’00s, those heady days of CD-Rs, house shows at Dearborn, and the births of Ball of Wax and Hollow Earth Radio. The words for “Malfunctioning,” written and recorded about fifteen years ago, came from his then-five-year-old daughter Camille, describing an apocalyptic drawing she she had made. A plodding, almost-in-tune old upright piano and Brad’s lyrical electric guitar musings draw us into the song at first, laying the groundwork for the tale to come.  A guitar/piano unison line tingles our spine (that spot at the end of the phrase where the guitar hits a few harmonics and the piano plays its own variation on the theme just about kills me every time), before Brad’s plainsung baritone jumps right in: “This world is made of trash . . .” and the story continues, Brad giving the words their due gravity, despite the youth of their author.

The story ends with a mystifying (even to the singer) Jesus reference, and the guitar and piano play us out, providing ample time to ponder the meaning of it all.  I am thrilled to be able to bring this song to you, all these years later. Thank you Brad, and thank you Camille, for entrusting these words and music to Ball of Wax.

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Ball of Wax 65 Songs: oddkin ft. sceneriesplacements – “Taste This”

I’m gonna come right out and say that it’s very possible I am biased in my reviews. I also really like everything that I review. Certainly, both are factors in my not being an actual critic. I’m okay with that. And so, good readers, I present to you “Taste This” by oddkin, featuring sceneriesplacements. I know both of these characters, having watched them release unholy/transcendent sheets of noise from the stage, stood side-by-side with them in audiences, enjoyed their various side projects, and even contributed a snippet of my own sound to a creation of theirs.

“Taste This” is representative of their aesthetic while simultaneously anomalous. Sometimes one will hear samples in their world of music—TV dialogue, radio calls, snippets of actual conversations—and it can serve any number of purposes. Opening and closing the song as it does here places the listener on a couch or chair in the center of a slightly worn-in apartment living room, old CRT set on a shaky dresser in the corner, not really being watched because the very room itself is about to undergo metamorphosis into a slow-melting fuzz apocalypse of gathered souls (heralded in by the first cautious but then suddenly fanfaring synths)—the kind reserved for the lowliest of conditions. A central melodic idea takes center stage immediately behind the listener (one almost feels its fingers splayed and pressing into one’s shoulders) and guides the panned red-and-grey vocals (themselves a call-and-response between anguished declarations and pained wordless coos) while guitar tones of every color (white noise, brown noise, pink noise, glorious howls and otherdimensional roars) call forth the shoegaze of yesteryear to give its approval, blessing, and granting of passage to usher this thrumming heartache into the future.

At the moment of complete collapse, everything drops but a few final wails and then, just like that, you’re left alone in a slightly worn-in living room while a 19” rerun machine with wobbly color bars mutters laughtrackless fifteen-minute philosophies that will never bring you nearer the brink of comprehension or annihilation than what has just transpired.

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