Molars

A DECADE IN PINK

Molars

Robbers on High Street - A Night at Star Castle

Hot Snakes - Plenty For All

Tim Hecker - Acephale

Molars has now been in existence, in one form or another, for a decade. September 2004 was the beginning, at the old address of greenideasblog.com/molars. I was 24 and I knew next to nothing about music, writing, blogging, mp3s, or life. My friend Matt Henry, then living in Brooklyn, had started a little blog called Greenideas, to which he asked me to contribute. Greenideas was a way for us to peddle our opinions on politics, music, the Boston Red Sox, and philosophy (Matt), and literature, football, cartoons, Richmond (Va), and music (me); the tone we used was a strange mix of royal-we imperiousness and confessional whispering. It was a wild time, 2004, and almost definitely the heyday of 'blogs,' when some writers who hit it big had their sites bought out by (somewhat) bigger media companies, or received contracts to write books that expanded upon their blogs, etc. (which still happens, I guess, for novelty tumblrs that get turned into little bathroom books like "Hippos in Monocles," or whatever). So what I'm saying is that we went into this blindly, with zero experience, and it definitely showed at first.

Anyway, six months into Greenideas, Matt asked me to start a sub-blog and to do with it whatever I wished. I'd been reading Fluxblog and Said the Gramophone for a little while by then, and there was another site that had existed way back in 2000 that had also posted songs with little write-ups (I wish I could remember the name of this proto-mp3 blog, but I'd already forgotten it by 2004. I learned about Belle and Sebastian and Elliott Smith from that site, and I dearly wish I could remember its name)--those were my main inspirations in building an mp3 blog. The other, more personal reason for creating Molars was that I wanted to make myself write more often. I'd been messing around with writing fiction for a couple years by then, but I wasn't making much progress, I felt--my stories had bonkers plots and the sentences I wrote were convoluted and whimsical and shitty and yet I couldn't seem to find a way to change my bad habits. I suspected that writing about music every day (or almost every day) would make me a stronger writer, one who was capable of expressing things clearly and simply. That suspicion was mostly correct, though it took me a long time to become a better writer and an even longer time to get better at writing about music (which is still tough, anyway).

In the decade since starting Molars, I've listened to countless hours of music, some of which I liked and some of which I did not. I've written a lot of posts: lazy ones, funny ones, absurd ones, insightful ones, drunk ones, sloppy ones, heartfelt ones, skeptical ones, joyful ones, etc. I've had the pleasure of posting writing by three of my good friends: Matt Henry, Tony Luebbert, Sean Barry, and Andrew Porter, all of whom are excellent writers. There was a Steely Dan week, a long time ago now. There were contests that people actually entered (the earliest of which generated the tagline for the site). There is a multi-part philippic against the music and personhood of Don Henley that has been in progress for at least half a decade. I've met a lot of wonderful people through this blog, both online and in person, and even though there have been times when doing it felt at once frivolous and punishing, it has been totally rewarding. I'm thankful to everyone who's read, commented, or listened over the past ten years. Maybe I'll go for another decade (which would be nuts) or maybe I'll stop when it feels right. Who knows. But it's been fun and it's still fun.

So all of that is to explain why I put up the three songs I did today. These three tracks were among the first 5 or 6 on the site, and I wrote some crazy shit about each of them. Enjoy.

BUY the Fine Lines Ep

BUY Audit In Progress

BUY Mirages

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Lawrence English - The Liquid Casket

We prodded the photos with our nails and lifted the static-heavy plastic to finger the polaroids and dull, cloudy portraits of our mother, posed in scenes and settings that we were barely able to believe or recognize or grasp without physically holding the photos in our hands, up to our faces, close enough to smell the chemicals of the pictures. There she was—our breakfast, lunch, and dinner mother, our laundry mother, our first-aid mother, our tuck-in mother, our second-opinion mother, our own dear, personal mother—out in the world before us, thinking her bright thoughts and looking very young. She wore a fur coat and stood, smiling, in front of a birch tree. She sat at a picnic table, hair done up in a dizzying swirl, surrounded by young women in uniform blue jackets, laughing and clutching her hands to her chest, happy. Seeing my mother like that, while in the company of my brothers, living in ways that we had never known or witnessed, had a displacing effect, and it felt to me like waking up in the middle of the night, or in the morning, and seeing my hand, after my arm had fallen asleep, and not knowing whether or not it was still attached to my body. It was also like coming upon a pattern within a section of wallpaper and seeing some remarkable and uncanny resemblance to a familiar face.

[BUY Wilderness of Mirrors]

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Death From Above 1979 - Trainwreck 1979

Death From Above 1979 - Cheap Talk

I still can't believe this band is back. The band that at one point did this, with Max Weinberg, on Conan:

Which, if you haven't seen it, is probably one of the top 10 performances on Conan, at least for wildness, and definitely for the intensity of Weinberg's involvement. DFA 1979's debut album was abrasive and entertaining and fun, and their second album, The Physical World, is just as adrenaline-rush good; their songs are wonderful for aiding the execution of fast drives and long runs. Trainwreck 1979 is such a hard brag, and like most of their best songs, it's dependent on the charm of Sebastian Grainger's expressive voice and Jesse Keeler's equally expressive bass. Same with Cheap Talk, during which Grainger sings "talking cheap will never last," though, awesomely, it also sounds like he's saying, "Duncan Sheik will never last."

[BUY The Physical World]

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Laborious Concerns Ltd.

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Steve Winwood - Valerie

The Eagles - Take It to the Limit

Hall & Oates - Kiss on My List

BELATED LABOR DAY/END OF SUMMER/DENTIST'S OFFICE MIX

This is, somehow, only the second time I've done this, though it feels like I've done it more often--which is probably in keeping with the spirit of this undertaking anyway. Labor Day, which happened last week, signals the end of the summer and resumption of, well, something--school for students, harder work (?) for adults, shorter days & longer nights. And I've always associated that end-of-summer/interminable-Sunday-afternoon anxiety with the same sort of nervousness and apprehension that attends most visits to the dentist's office. Probably the whole thing is all wrapped up in notions of aging and decay! Enjoy. Also, below is the prefatory note I wrote last time I did one of these, and I think it serves pretty well for this mix too.

Obviously the music played in a dentist's office cannot be too stimulating or intense, since the patients will inevitably succumb to their natural urges to dance or play air guitar or sing at the worst possible times, i.e. when the dentist is like 2 mms. away from drilling right through the roof of the patient's mouth and into the temporal lobe. The music at the dentist's office needs to act as a sedative in its own way, transporting the patient to a world of soft neon, mist, precise percussion, perfect vocals, light euphoria, and cumulus synths.

All three of these songs have been played in dentists' offices across the country perhaps millions of times. No doubt. I put this mix together for people who want, for whatever personal and secret reasons, to recreate the experience of sitting in that pneumatic chair, head tilted back, mouth open to ligament-ripping aperture, having their teeth worked over and tricked out.

[BUY Revolutions: The Very Best of Steve Winwood]

[BUY The Eagles' Their Greatest Hits 1971-1975]

[BUY The Very Best of Daryl Hall & John Oates]

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