Aeriel Pink

“Round and Round”

Sorry for the long absence. The heart was willing, but the fingers weak. To be honest, life moved at such a pace that rambling about random tunes lost its significance when life grabs you by the boo-boos and drags you off to exciting locales. Sans the metaphor, I just bought a house and will be welcoming my first child on Halloween. Therefore, my inane scribbling about lonesome perverts and their latest musical excerpts took a back seat. However, that itch kept scratching and here I am for another round of conversation with whoever the hell reads this red hot mess.

As the years accumulate, it get a bit tougher to bask in the new. Those moments where your jaw drops for a few seconds and a smile spreads from ear to ear become increasingly rare. Yes, this mostly applies to the big picture in life, but it also rears its ugly head in my difficulty to hit that high one gets when hearing Sam Cooke’s Live at the Harlem Supper Club or My Bloody Valentine’s Loveless for the first time. By no means, do I intend to sow such hyperbole upon Aeriel Pink’s “Round and Round”, but it did catch me by surprise and plaster a shit-eating grin on my face. On the surface, its just a kiss on the toes of 80s nostalgia, but it is such a departure from his weirdo vibe that its sudden accessibility kind of weaseled its way into my psyche and has not left for over a week.

“Round and Round” is the single from Aeriel Pink’s upcoming album Before Today and it sheds the murkiness and willful eccentricity of past efforts in favor of a more cuddly sort of creep. It’s like R. Stevie Moore intersecting with Can during a slow early-80s r&b jam at first before busting into the smoothest chorus this side of Vaseline. Yes, I did just sow the proverbial hyperbole, but it just sounds that great as the flowers bloom and wind takes on a warmer tinge. Each time I hear it, it reveals yet another aspect that makes me wonder where in the hell this song was lurking in this dude’s head. So familiar, yet kind of alien, “Round and Round” is a soothing, yet smarmy anthem about nothing in particular.

R. Stevie Moore

Contact Risk (Fruit of the Tune Music 1993)

The unsung granddaddy of the home taping movement, R. Stevie Moore has been honing his bizarre take on pop since 1966. He didn’t get a chance to share his eccentric vision with the general public until 1976’s Phonography and many are still waiting for their first taste of this man’s awkward, but catchy musings on life. He draws on 60s and 70s rock and roll,country and the Residents/Zappa to a lesser extent, but unwittingly warps it into something entirely perverse that bears little resemblance to anything else in my collection. Ariel Pink sort of delves into this territory, but he has yet to set foot into the bizarro universe of R. Stevie Moore.

Contact Risk isn’t his best album, but it stands as one of the better ones. The opener “Your Dancing Ears” discusses high school alienation with a chorus that touches on a Visine addiction. “Can’t Afford Food” obviously touches upon his monetary woes and how he feels compelled to pursue his artistic vision despite its cost on his bank account. Many songs on Compact Risk, make that all of his albums, project an image of a very depressed gentleman who has trouble connecting with others, especially women. His song “Ill (Worst)” serves as an example of his romantic worldview and reveal his longing for a connection to others.

I sit here in agony in undivided pain
I’m blue and I’m flesh and I’m wet from all your sullen rain
The morning sun has gone away
Disappeared as you did to me
I strum with discontentment, nothing for nothing meant for me
My clock is going fast though passing reality
The silent night still holds me back
Keeping me from the girl that I love

I have nothing to my account, no girl no friends no home
I’m stricken here with loneliness (the only thing I own)
I’m so cold in my own secret way
Wanting you and the love you disperse

Every possesion of mine
Was either given back
Or it was never given to me

R. Stevie Moore is criminally unheard by many who would be sympathetic to his knack for a pop tune as well as his sometimes witty, sometimes depressing lyrics. If you enjoy your pop music scattered, smothered and covered, this man is up your alley.