Can? It poses itself as an intimidating question just as a singular word. It begs many questions, such as, CAN I write a fucking blog without using swear words? Absolutely. I tell my eight-year-old daughter she CAN do anything she puts her mind to and then acts. I happen to believe this philosophy on many levels so with that in mind I believe I motherfucking CAN write this without my usual gratuitous use of swear words which I hold so dear to my heart.
That brings us to the music, CAN’S EGE BAMYASI—their 4th studio album released in 1972. That statement almost makes me sound like I know what I’m talking about. I don’t. I flew around most of my days unaware of this album or even this band. It wasn’t until a record store day release of Stephen Malkmus covering this album that it appeared on my radar. I don’t own that version and that makes me terribly angry.
CREAMY APPLE HOLE!
BUT what it did do was introduce me to this album and subsequently this band. Not too long after I became aware of this album the third track Vitamin C was featured in Paul Thomas Anderson’s Inherent Vice (Great film, underrated I think and features a great live version of the Neil Young ditty, Journey Through the Past).
Ege Bamyasi is one of those rare albums that I bought, listened to once or twice, knew I liked it and it had a ton of musical integrity but put away and all but forgot about it. Zappa and the Mother’s Were Only in it for the Money is another example of this. I just pulled out Ege Bamyasi yesterday while exercising and it totally blew me away. It is very percussive heavy and way ahead of its time. I hear the Velvet Underground and Radiohead a bit when I listen and that it about as high a compliment as I can give. When an album hits me this way, I immediately want more so I looked at another release of theirs Tago Mago—which when I initially heard it, I liked it as well or better as Ege Bamyasi. Now I am curious if that still holds true. Of course, now I could not find a copy for less than 50 big ones whereas before I saw it for less than 20 small ones. DASTARDS!
Anyway, I find that sometimes with albums like these they become some of my very favorites. A call back to the Malkmus mention earlier, I bought the Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain C.D. when I was 15 or 16 and wasn’t quite ready for it and it went about the same way. I put it away and got it out a couple years later and now is one of my all-time favorites, as are all Pavement long players.
My hope is that some of you have not heard of this album and go listen.
That is also what our app TriYou is intended for, discovery.
Until next time.
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