Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks - Dynamic Calories
Reposting this old song and entry because I recently found a used copy of Pig Lib with the Dark Wave EP inside it--at Amoeba Records in Berkeley--and, well, one thing led to another and now I have this song stuck in my head once again.
I don't think I loved Stephen Malkmus as a songwriter until I heard this song while driving around Richmond, VA, in 2005. Incredibly enough, I had heard only a few Pavement songs in my entire life at that point, and even that was due entirely to the efforts of one or two girlfriends or almost-girlfriends. Basically, I was lazy, and there was too much going on in the present for me to track back and investigate Pavement or Silver Jews or anything, really: there was a glut of new and exciting music to download, listen to, absorb. I remember '05 feeling like a wild time, where it seemed as if all music was available all the time--all you had to do was think of it, and it existed, somewhere, and in only a matter of five or ten minutes of searching, you could find what you wanted. So Malkmus and his history were not a priority for me, I'm saying, until I heard this song, which startled the shit out of me, partly because it rises from silence, and partly because the music reminds me of songs I heard on the radio around the ages of 5-7. "Dynamic Calories" is different, too, from the other songs on both Pig Lib and the Dark Wave EP--a little more vibrant, a little less ponderous, and it has that wonderful moment when Malkmus changes the course of the music with his lyrics, as if by fiat, when he says, "and those wet, wet drums." Who knew you could even do that?