The Benja-man Is Verbose

I've mentioned the impossibility of separating reactions to Zevon's last few records with knowing his eventual fate.  For  The Wind , one doesn't need to bother.  This was always going to the be the last album, and was always going to be the one in which everyone recording it and every last listener would be fully aware of the mesothelioma thing.  In his non recording artist life, it sounds like our man was full of the usual contradictions - the pain and wasting away, obviously, but it sounds like a relapse on alcohol and a lot of solitude, with a mix of self-pity and cheerful indifference depending on the day.  Still, Zevon wasn't alone -alone at the end.  He had a professional best friend to the end in Jorge Calderón - whose rare absence from a Zevon album I probably should have noted on  My Ride's Here  - as his musical comrade in arms, performing on every song and cowriting most of them.  Zevon had both of his adult k...

A few weeks late, but it is once again time for my increasingly out-of-place writeup of a movie festival on what is otherwise exclusively a music blog.  Plan is to continue doing this every year until either I or the festival dies.  Ms. Tweet and I often mockingly proclaim the internet-ism "so tired, y'all" when describing how we're doing.  Well, there are some B-Fests where my main lingering impression is less the fun we had so much as the exhaustion it bore.  This was kinda one of those.  For the first time of which I'm aware, the festival was pushed to March, leading to some schedule scrambling.  I was in the throes of a busy month that wasn't over yet in the midst of a time of great uncertainty, however much I slept it wasn't enough, and I showed up already about ready to nod off in my chair before the first movie had started.  At every chance to talk to those around me between films, I was bothered by the fact that I was dazed, feeling my least in...

I just accomplished a major - task? challenge? - today * , and wanted the sort of song that proverbially makes me want to run through a brick wall.  At the moment I can't think of a better candidate than "Awakening."  Talk about propulsive.  Listening to the chorus reminds me of exactly what power metal does well.  Ye gods, do I ever feel like my dreams and memories will be immortal when listening to the song.  Since this band shamelessly writes songs about  Chrono Trigger , *** I'll say that they've given me the metal equivalent of the  Chrono Cross  intro **** , mixing adventure and wistfulness into one. So as the killer riff of "Divine Providence" started around listen #5 or so to Ascension , I finally sorted out why, listen after listen, I was having a hard time maintaining interest in these songs all the way through.  Because so many of them are so clearly good stuff.  At first I thought maybe they lacked hooks, and I was...

New format!  Shortly after I decided to start my explorations of power metal and had started blogging about power metal, after months of wishing there were a conveniently explained "starter pack" of bands or records to check out, I came across a list at metalstorm.com  created by writer "ScreamingSteelUS," that I've been low-key obsessed with ever since.  A collection of power metal records that uses a very big-tent definition of the subgenre for maximum diversity?  Sounds like what I wanted.  Kept to a convenient number - ten per decade - in perfect chronological order?  I feel seen.  With explanations as to what exactly each record represents and what aspects of PM it can highlight?  Yes, please.   Sure, one can critique.  With the biggest critique being that it's just one guy's list and is prone to the quirks inherent to that.  Of note, ScreamingSteelUS goes out of his way to frame it as "potential starting points"...

Previous exposure to this artist/album :  Half-listened to a song once on YouTube, had to hear more. None of us multitask as well as we imagine we do.  I know for a fact that my retention of music is basically zero unless I'm devoting time to listen to it.  Yet I do imagine that half-listening to something during work is a useful "initial screen" to decide if something's worth devoting actual music time to.  That's where I kinda fell in love with the  idea  of Paladin.  I was sampling one of their songs, can't remember which one, and was struck immediately by the immediately catchy heft that, as half of my brain told me, so neatly balanced power metal and death metal.  There have of course been loads of power/death bands and that crossover started way before 2019, but how often does a song catch the aesthetics of both equally convincingly, with its two singers playing off each other?  Hearing that Paladin only had managed ...