Got a laugh out of this post on Iconic Photos, a blog I just spent the better part of an hour going through. Pretty solid stuff and some really excellent choices, in my opinion. I can imagine this guy gets some flack for the title he went with, but then again, Shorpy was already taken.

A thought I saw posted to Reddit a couple of days ago (tangentially related); “How would you properly end the Simpsons?”

Well holy hickory-smoked f*ck, this website’s a year old.

I’d like to thank all the readers and lurkers out there, and hell, why not, even the trolls (especially the trolls) for making the last year very interesting. What I’ve learned has been invaluable. Thanks for all the support and lavish praise.

Yours sanctimoniously,

Taylor C. Noakes

Two new articles published to Sovereign Socialist.

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Enjoy comrades!

So as you may have noticed, I’ve decided to review the albums in my good friend’s rather impressive record collection. You can read all the latest reviews simply by clicking the Vinyl tab in the header. I hope you enjoy, here’s the first review. Let me know what you think.

1. David Bowie – Young Americans (RCA – 1975)

Suffice it to say I only had the vaguest of expectations with this album, and was completely blown away when I listened to it for the first time. I was familiar with the two principle singles, Young Americans and Fame, though I was not aware these tracks were actually from the same album. I’ve only begun to get into Bowie over the last year or so, and it’s largely a result of hearing Stay off of Station to Station, in addition to a close friend’s reserved praise of the Bowie canon. Knowing him to be a thorough and critical devourer of excellent music, I decided my initial experiences with Bowie were almost exclusively from a poorly executed greatest hits collection I purchased several years ago and thus felt overwhelmingly compelled to give his albums a listen. I know for a fact that many of Bowie’s albums fell on deaf ears, so to speak, and I suppose I’m curious to try and see if I can discern what drives such an enduring and prolific artist.

I should say from the outset that it has been three days since I fist listened to the entirety of Young Americans, and suffice it to say the album has dominated what I’ve been listening to since.

I remember I used to despise the title track for what I perceived to be saccharine musical qualities and its use in some good-awful teen drama I saw many years ago. Of course, the song is hardly sentimental nor overly approving of Americans in general, but I suppose this point was lost on test audiences. Of note is the presence of a lyric from a Beatles song, A Day in the Life. The album also boasts a uniquely Bowie cover of Across the Universe featuring backing vocals by John Lennon, who also co-wrote Fame and provides additional vocals. Luther Vandross played a significant role arranging the emphatic and precise backing vocals, which are prominent throughout the album.

What’s striking about this album is precisely its transitional musical nature. The Bowie so well-crafted during the earlier Ziggy Stardust/ Glam Rock era had been thoroughly shed by the time Young Americans as released in 1975. In fact, the transitional albums between Diamond Dogs and the Berlin Trilogy (beginning with Low in 1977) are marked by a pre-occupation with American soul and funk music, in particular the popular Philadelphia Soul sound. It’s a fascinating juxtaposition between cynical, bleak and often politically-conscious lyrics with a generally danceable musical backdrop. It’s a fantastic funk album by any account, with tracks such as Fascination, Right and Fame providing a unique window on an outsider’s interpretation of the genre. Fame, moreover, was used as the musical foundation for the James Brown track Hot (I Need to Be Loved, Loved, Loved); the main guitar riff is copied almost identically, and as it happens, Bowie’s lead guitarist Carlos Alomar had previously toured with James Brown in the late 1960s.

The composition and arrangement of the album is pleasant as it switches between soul and funk influences, ensuring the listener a guarantee of momentum. At some points Bowie reaches the edge of excess, his voice and the instrumentation intertwining momentarily to form epic walls of sound. A sampler’s album, though a good choice to get a party started as well. Highly recommended.

Key tracks:
– Young Americans
– Fascination
– Right
– Somebody Up There Likes Me
– Fame

Hiya –

So as you may have noticed I’ve been monkeying around behind the scenes, changing the aesthetics and orientation, style and function of this site to provide a better, more user-friendly experience. Over the last few months I noticed a few problems, such as excessive amounts of spam. Wanting to get around this, I changed some security setting in a late-night panic, and was delighted to see the spam faucet turned off. Thinking I had discovered a surefire way to prevent all spam forevermore, I decided to step out from behind the dashboard and explore my blog from a first-timer’s perspective to try to further improve the blog. And that’s when I started making some changes. I hope you like them, please let me know.

And on that last note, I’ve also come to realize why all the comments had stopped too. I was particularly struck by last point, it was quite noticeable. New user registrations and an increase in comments and story sharing were all hallmarks of a little blog that could, and I was quite déçu to see the tap on commentary had also been shut off. And here I was hoping we may had even gotten a conversation going! Turns out as you may have already realized that leaving comments was made quite difficult what with the over-the-top security.

I’d rather just delete the spam – so please, feel free to comment to your heart’s content, I think I may have even made it easier to do so.

So there you have it. There’s a lot piling up on my back burner, so I’m going to be working through it over the next few nights and I’ll be sure to have a few new posts up before the end of the week. Stay tuned.

And on one final note, I’d like to thank Duane Hatfield-McCoy from Little Rock who in a thoroughly not-creepy fashion managed to track down my home phone number and call me in the middle of the night to tell me of this problem (Duane thought Montréal ran on Paris time for some reason). Thank you Duane, I look forward to sampling some of your delicious preserves.