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This aptly titled post is in direct reference to both Jimi and, perhaps slamming headfirst into a cliche, the way I feel this week.  This primarily applies to our regular readers and not those of you visiting for the first time to snag an MP3.  Our regular readers are pretty aware that I use this weekly feature to bring a personal side to our work here at Citizen Dick.  During the week, we typically take a verbose and analytical stab at reviewing the best in emerging music.  On the weekends, however, we’re just as likely to cover Jackie Treehorn’s garden party as we are music.  Call it my little stab at irony, considering that many of you are showing up for the first time to get the new Islands track as opposed to listening to me gloat about what a kick ass week I’ve had.  With a keen ear for sarcasm, I suppose this Radio Dick is right up everyone’s alley in some twisted way.  I get to write a diary of sorts, and you get free tunes.  On some level we all win, and that’s okay by me.  This week’s a little different, however, because I’d like to cross pollinate this post with personal and musical variety.

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The first thing you’ll notice this week is that we’ve posted the new track, “Hands,” from The Dutchess & the Duke.  Their upcoming album Sunset/Sunrise on Hardly Art is already generating plenty of buzz even though the folks that share the Sub-Pop offices have done an excellent job of keeping this thing under tight wraps.  In our coverage of the Pitchfork Music Festival, James and I got the chance to catch their midday set on the first day and were immediately primed to hear this new material.  We’re going to hit a long-form review of the new record when we get it, but for now, we’re just happy to get a taste of a couple new tracks.  One of the first things we noticed in the live performance was how the busy Americana tilt was juxtaposed with some brazenly ominous lyrical content.  The band’s about as arrogant as a high school quarterback, nonchalantly busting through each track with outward disorganization, but yet a wicked underbelly of intelligence and smart guy musicianship.  It’s indie rock/folk at it’s finest and we’re stoked to hear this LP in full when it hits on October 6th.  You can pre-order through Hardly Art’s website today.

In other worthwhile news in my own world, school started this week and since I’m teaching 12th grade British Literature for the first time, I’ve got to create all of my lessons and material all over again.  For eight years I’ve taught the younger kids and it feels like I’m a first year teacher again.  Oddly, this has been entirely refreshing, and I’d encourage all of you to find something new at your place of employment.  Make a change, folks.  Monotony is such a taxing situation, and I’m experiencing this first hand.  I have a renewed spirit in the classroom, and things are going well.  My title to this post isn’t exactly about LSD or the wonders of inebriation.  Instead, it’s about my intoxicating excitement I’m feeling when I go to work each day.  I realize it’s only been a week, but I don’t see a letdown in sight.

Neil Postman

In my last little bit of babble for today, I’ve just been clued in on an interesting book Neil Postman wrote back in 1994 called The Disappearance of Childhood.  I’m familiar with Postman’s witty and post-modern philosphical works, having read Amusing Ourselves to Death and The End of Education quite a few years ago.  Oddly, this gem slipped past me.  The basic premise is that the concept of childhood is not really a biological reality, but instead a social construct.  Postman explains that our ideas of childhood actually began with the invention of the printing press, and that our current ideas of “adulthood” began when literacy became commonplace for the masses.  In other words, the older folk had access to all of the information and chose to give it to children in certain spurts.  School became ultimately important at this point.  In typical Postman fashion, he makes lofty statements and sometimes leaves ideas undersupported, but I find this entirely intriguing.  In the days gone by, looking at pictures of children actually shows kids dressing like adults and vice versa.  The division between adults and kids began when all adults had the capacity to digest media and read.  Kids began dressing like kids, and a huge division took place.  This was written years ago, but it becomes possibly more astute when looking at how media literacy is shortening that divide in today’s society.  Adults and kids dress more alike these days, and kids are experiencing “adult” things at a much more rapid and open pace than just two or three decades ago.  Because children a more socially literate and “see” things more rapidly than in the past, according to Postman, we’re jumping backwards to where this line gets blurred.  I suppose there’s not really a reason to banter about this on a Radio Dick post, other than to pass the read onto our readership and opine about how much this reinforces my enjoyment for what I do at work.  Language is so important, folks.

So as we enter another work week, here’s a grab-bag of tunes we’ve been spinning at Citizen Dick headquarters all week.  We’ve got some new leaks, a remix or two, and all get our stamp of approval.  Look for plenty of emerging music reviews for the rest of the week, and more discussion of these bands as their LP’s start to drop.  We hope you all enjoy your Sundays and getting back to the grind in a short 24 hours.

The Dutchess & The Duke – Hands

Islands – Vapours

Times New Viking – Move to California

Fool’s Gold – Nadine (Memory Tapes Version)

Slaraffenland – Open Your Eyes

The Postmarks – My Lucky Charm

Grand Archives – Oslo Novelist

Banjo or Freakout – Upside Down

The Swell Season – In These Arms

Headlights – Get Going

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factories look like a bummer(Editor’s note:  Brief reviews of two records that you need to be aware of in advance of their August 25th release.  Strangely, we’ve talked about both bands briefly in the past, but they’re both deserving of the broader treatment we’ll get today.  You also get two live tracks.  Hooray!)

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I’ve been excited for the debut full-length from Canadian quintet Still Life Still since we got our hands on the stellar Pastel EP.  That full-length, out this Tuesday on Arts and Crafts does not disappoint.  Much like the EP, Girls Come Too is a big messy swirl of poppy hooks, tangled and tortured lyrical content and sweeping, catchy tunes.  Singer/guitarist Eric Young’s plaintive, often tender, delivery belies the anarchic edge to many of the songs.  Put it this way:  “T-shirts” would be the filthiest song in the world if David Yow was spitting it out, but in Young’s much gentler register it comes across as a genuinely touching love song.  (I think.  I’d fill you in on the lyrics in question, but my mom reads the site.  Buy the record and hear them for yourself.  Mrs. Citizen and I rapped about it for a minute and decided that the appropriate reaction lies somewhere between embarrassed giggle and mild cringe, but, again, the delivery is really what the song’s about.  I think.)  In a near perfect bit of happenstance, the song I want you to hear is the song the record company wants you to hear.  “Neon Blue” is one of the clear highlights on the record and nicely encapsulates the sonics of much of the record.  There’s some gentle manipulation of the quiet/loud dynamic, which always plays well for me and which is present, to a greater or lesser degree, across the album.  (Maybe the best bit of that particular trick comes in “Knives in Cartoons,” which backs down to drums and bass before exploding into frenetic, trebly guitar noise.  Good times.)  For those of you who missed the EP, the best tracks there reappear on the album, “Pastel” as a proper album cut and “Aid” as a ten-minutes into the last song “hidden track.”  For gently nuanced power-pop with a bit of a snarl, Still Life Still is a can’t miss proposition.

Still Life Still – Neon Blue

Still Life Still – Pastel

Snag Still Life Still at insound.

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We touched very briefly on The Postmarks in our recent Twitter Shenanigans contest post.  (As an aside, let’s step it up there a little bit folks.  The prize to follower #300 is in the mail, but the prize for #400 is a factor of ten better.  Step your collective games up.)  The single, “My Lucky Charm” is a lovely slice of mildly dramatic, slightly gooey, nearly traditionalist poppiness.  The rest of the record plays ike the soundtrack for a super-cool unreleased film from the sixties.  (The Postmarks seem to be hip to that vibe, given the highly nostalgic cover art, the densely dramatic title, Memoirs at the End of the World (which sounds like a lost Jen-Luc Goddard flick) and the press kit, which is packaged as a script.)  The music pushes those cinematic buttons with sweeping strings, repeated themes and a willingness to oversell the emotion a bit, as in the stirring “I’m in Deep.”  Singer Tim Yehezkely’s delivery calls Lush’s Miki Berenyi to mind, which is another major selling point.  (Anything that reminds me to revisit Lovelife is a good thing.)  Taken as a whole, the world The Postmarks craft over the course of the record is worth the visit.   From the opener, “No One Said This Would Be Easy,” which would fit over the credits of a James Bond movie (sorry to beat a dying horse on the movie thing, but it’s inescapable) to the closing strains of the wistful “Gone,” it’s an entertaining record that’s easy to listen to.

The Postmarks – My Lucky Charm

Grab The Postmarks at insound.

To close up today, I’ve got a bit of a rant.  You may be aware that Common and The Roots will be playing four dates in the United States as part of the Hennessy Artistry series.   The sponsor, obviously, is Hennessy, the cognac. I love The Roots; when they’re in town, I pony up the dough and see an amazing show.  (I missed their last trip to Cleveland as I was out of town, which also chaps my ass, but that is another issue all together.)  It bums me out that they’re on a tour sponsored by a liquor company. Given the often political content of Black Thought’s rhymes, which I’ve long read an encouragement to folks of all stripes to do better (I really thought that’s what “Water” was about), this seems like, at best, an odd match. Shit.  Aren’t liquor companies bad?  Don’t they keep down the communities (black and white) that The Roots are encouraging to rise up?  I thought I might be missing something, like maybe the profits went to charity, but I did some digging and that doesn’t appear to be the case.  I mean, “fuck getting money for real, get freedom” seems pretty clear, right?  Would Chuck D perform in front of a giant Air Jordan after “I like Nike but wait a minute, the neighborhood supports, so put money in it?”  Would Neil Young sing “Keep On Rocking in the Free World”  with a Wal-Mart banner draped across the stage?   Corporate sponsorship of things bothers me in general, but this one strikes me as particularly awful.  (It’s not quite in the realm of the Jaguar “London Calling” sales event, but it’s close.)  I’m not going to stop loving The Roots, but, in the absence of a clear reason this is a good thing, I think this particular move sucks.  However, since they’re still the greatest live band in the world, there are two killer cuts below.

The Roots – Thought @ Work – Live, 2004

The Roots – Water – Live, 2004

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this is our massive crowd of twitter peeps_

If we’re being 100% honest, we don’t know why we’re so fascinated with Twitter and, more saliently, our number of followers thereon.  We realize that, to a large degree, it’s just marketing and product placement and so on and so forth.  (Nobody gives a shit that you’re at the airport.  We all care that Shaq is.  Dig?)  That said, we really want an ass-load of people to know our most intimate thoughts and feelings on a minute by minute basis.  As such, we’re making a bald-faced plea to you, dear and loyal reader, to follow us on the Twitter.

What’s in it for you, right?

First:  You get our periodic witticisms and are constantly updated on new posts.  We’re witty as hell and you want to know when there’s new content, right?

Second (this is where it gets interesting): If you happen to follow us on an even, century-type number (300, 400, 500…) we will give you (and only you) a highly unique prize of some undetermined value.  It might be a soiled pair of Diamond Jim’s underpants or a personalized mix tape or a hand-drawn portrait.  Regardless, we’ll ship it and you’ll be the only person on the face of this Earth to have it.  Sweet, right?  And.  To keep you sneaky bastards on your toes, we’re going to draw a random non-century type number every other 100 entries (As in: 352, 512 and the like; we promise to use the random number generator.)  We don’t want any greedy Gusses keeping their fingers off the triggers if the follower number isn’t x99.  This keeps things mildly random and slightly more interesting,  To sum up: prizes for 300, 400, 500… and prizes for random numbers in the interim.  Maybe Citizen Dick winds up in the canon of blogs and, some day, gets enshrined in a hall of some sort; if so, you’ll be able to sell that shit at Christies for like a million dollars.  (We understand that there will be some logistical wrangling, as we’ll need your address and some way to confirm that you are out n-hundredth follower, but we’re pretty sure that we can manage it.)

So, follow us and we’ll (potentially, if the numerology aligns) give you some shit.  Everybody wins.

Since we’re pretty overtly whoring out with this contest, we’ve got two songs below.  They have absolutely nothing to do with the Twitter Shenanigans Contest, but they will ensure that this post goes to both the Hype Machine and Elbows.  We know that’s backhanded and openly needy, but, just this one time, we don’t care.  Cheers.

The Postmarks – My Lucky Charm

Hockey – Song Away (Jack Beats Anger Management Remix)