Beyond goes on sale on Tuesday. This is a big deal to me. Dinosaur Jr. is the best band of the 80's, hands-down. The three albums where it was J., Lou, and Murph, well, they made an emo-boy like me very happy as I went through my nineties, slowly unraveling their psychic bullshit, as Lou and J. went their separate ways.
They're back together now to make money, and you can't fault them for that. The tracks on the new album so far seem alright, though you can tell they're all older now. "Almost Ready" works, and I still can't believe J. let Lou sing a "Dinosaur Jr." song again after all the crap that went down.
Is it any good? These reunion bands tend not to make new albums. Personally, Lou's turn on the one track I've heard sounds good, but it's still not vintage. It seems like a reunion album, and that's okay with me. The Guardian article quoted above casts it in a poor light, sort of. Not sure.
I'm still waiting for a new Pixies album, one that will never come because they know better. Still, I'm disappointed they weren't willing to push the nostalgia one step further, and feel free to piss off their diehard fans. For that, I consider them weak and complacent.
But, I'm glad Lou and J. made a new record. I will buy it on Tuesday from iTunes.
Of course, I don't really believe it, so I've gone back to listen to "Poledo" off of "You're Living All Over Me" which may as well be the first track off of Sebadoh's first album. And, Sebadoh's first album is the one disk I would take with me if I knew I was going to be on a desert island.
I've always been a Lou kind of guy, until he went way too emo for my tastes. He's a more interesting song-writer, and I used to eat up every single tape I could find of his. When I lived in New England, you could find homemade tapes of his on sale at Newbury Comics.
I can appreciate the tension between him and J., given that I had my own rifts with other men in my late teens/early twenties. Of course, my frenemy of late high school died in a motorcycle accident, so I never had the chance to make up with him. I wish I could. He was a great guy, and for some stupid reason (a girl) we had a falling out. I wish he and I had had the chance to talk about bands like Dinosaur Jr., and how their reformation means something.
Life is short. I keep saying that. And it's true. You don't get to wake up every day in perpetuity. It comes to an end. Every day is precious.
I've stopped listening to music, for the most part. I didn't make it to the Trans Am concert. I made up excuses, and I'm sure they were valid. I think, though, it has something to do with not wanting to admit I'm older now, not wanting to admit that I don't know where music fits in with a lifestyle where I work 12 hours a day, every day, even weekends. How did I end up here? Why do I keep making up excuses?
The Dinosaur Jr. reunion just reminds me that people can at least for a little while give up their pigheadedness. We think we're so scattered, but we're so connected, and we have to figure out