Frightened Rabbit and the Blue Nile... aka... the beautiful gift of music...

This week, I felt the urge to write about some music. I’ve been a little all over the place while trying to pretend/hope the world isn’t ending and I am trying to come to balance by focusing on the thing I love more than anything. There are a couple of artists who I was introduced to just a few years back who have had an outsized influence on my more recent solo recordings. Sound, OK? Good.

Right off the top, the artists are (as you probably guessed based on the title) Frightened Rabbit and the Blue Nile. And, even more specifically, it is mostly due to one album from each: Frightened Rabbit’s “The Midnight Organ Fight” and the Blue Nile’s “A Walk Across the Rooftops.” I thoroughly enjoy each band’s other albums but those are the two that really hit home for me. And the gift I alluded to in the title, was that both of the records came into my life via a podcast that also drastically changed my life. I know, right? A music podcast altered my life’s trajectory? But, yes, it did. Very much so, in fact.

The podcast is called Man vs. Radio and is hosted by a man named Christian James Hand. He started the podcast to give himself something to do and to introduce people to music they probably hadn’t heard of before. As a former radio DJ, Hand is a fantastic host and an incredible storyteller; with some pretty fucking spectacular stories to tell. He has moved on from the pod these days but he left up some of the episodes HERE if you’d like to check them out. He now does this amazing thing he calls The Session (check it out HERE or on Instagram @thesessiononair and @kingtrut) where he breaks down amazing songs we all know and love. He solos out each instrument on the track and goes into each section in great detail. You never knew you wanted to spend an hour or two listening to one song until you watch his show. He’s doing them on Instagram and I would highly suggest tuning in and donating a few bucks to the cause.

But, the most important thing I gained from his podcast was not a great story or a favorite new song. The biggest thing I got from his podcast was the discovery that I had Asperger’s. For those who don’t know, Asperger’s is basically high-functioning autism, which is what I believe they used to call it. While I share a lot of the same skills and quirks as someone with autism, most people wouldn’t know I had Asperger’s unless I told them or they spent a great deal of time with me. I’d bet there’s probably some people reading this now that didn’t know until I just said that. That’s probably why I didn’t know either until about five years ago when I first started listening to Man vs. Radio.

So how did I find out I had Asperger’s from a music podcast? Christian, the host, also has Asperger’s and would talk about that in such an open and honest and real life way that my now wife and I started to piece it together. Well, she began to figure it out and I started denying it until the evidence became too overwhelming. Like anyone who finds out they have an “affliction,” I didn’t want it to be true. I think this is the same reason most people try to avoid getting their children screened for Asperger’s or autism. But, what I found out is that finding out (what a terrible worded sentence) turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me. I know, learning I had Asperger’s was one of the best things that happened to me? Yep. You know why? Because not knowing was slowly destroying yet another relationship, was causing me to struggle mightily with depression and drugs/alchohol (can’t say I’ve vanquished both of those things but I have a different relationship with them post-finding out) and generally was pushing me towards a very, very dark place. Like so many out there, I felt broken and like no one understood the way I felt. I knew something was different with me but not what was causing it. I thought about death a lot. And when I say “a lot,” I mean for multiple hours every single day. It wasn’t fun.

Finding out I had Asperger’s was the missing link. So many things finally made sense. And, perhaps more importantly, it meant that I wasn’t broken and I wasn’t alone. For my now wife, it meant I wasn’t just a total jackass some of the time. I had things I could now start to work because we knew what was causing them. It was a huge blessing. Now, that I’m aware of it, I feel like having Asperger’s is a net positive. But, in a close second, the other huge gift I received from Christian James Hand was the two aforementioned records that have become near and dear to my heart. So, onto the music!


The Blue Nile - A Walk Across the Rooftops

My favorite tracks: Stay and Heatwave

We’ll start with this album. There’s a cool backstory for this record that’s shrouded in a little mystery but it’s something along these lines. A company called Linn was making high end turntables and audio products but were looking to expand into the music business side of things. They wanted to find a band that they could get behind but also one that could make a record they could use to show off their new audio equipment. They heard some demos from this band called the Blue Nile and offered to finance their full-length debut album. And voila, they got what they wanted and we get the wonderful music that is “A Walk Across the Rooftops.”

There’s so many things I love about this album. The way it mixes electronic instruments with acoustic instruments. Its use of space as a way to both fill the record but also to expand each instrument. The way the songs feel composed as opposed to just written. The way it creates emotional textures that inform and bring out the most from the lyrics. The wonderful way it expresses complex musical ideas with such simplicity. It’s such a nuanced album both musically and lyrically. The vocal performances are otherworldly. They are understated and measured at times but during others are exploding with so much emotion that you could understand what he was trying to say even if it was written in a language you had never heard before. I love the way this record takes its time in revealing itself to you. Some songs and moments seem to jump out of the speakers while others make you want to lean in a little closer. I love all of it.

Some of those things were definitely kicking around my head when I made MY SOLO EP. And I can assure you they are still in there when I’m working on another solo EP that should be out hopefully in the next couple months (though, admittedly, it’s been a little hard to work on a record when you share a small apartment with another human and a cat that always knows when you need her to be quiet and then, because she’s a cat, does the exact opposite). I love playing with multiple simple, repetitive melodies. I want some sonic diversity as you move through the record. I want some songs to be dense and full of energy and others to feel sparse and intimate. I strive for emotionally driven vocal performances. In short, I wish I could make music like this but that’s not how my brain works. Plus, I’m not sure anyone can do what they do.


Frightened Rabbit - The Midnight Organ Fight

My favorite tracks: My Backwards Walk and Keep Yourself Warm

This album affected me in a very different way. Yes, I love the production on this album as well. But, it’s more of the songwriting and storytelling that grabs me on this one. Or, I should say, it’s more of the way Scott Hutchison goes about songwriting and storytelling that pulled me into this album. There is something about how Scott was able to talk about things like sex, depression, religion, etc. in ways I’d never heard before. It somehow felt so fucking intimate when he was talking about those really heavy topics, sort of like he found a way to let us peer directly into his brain while he was processing his thoughts. This was especially true when he talked about depression. I can’t think of anyone who was able to write and process something so difficult to understand, and do it in real time. Depression for me has always been a very personal and maddening issue. I struggle to articulate, even to myself, what I am feeling and how I feel about it. Obviously, a lot of that probably has to do with the Asperger’s but it’s nevertheless always been that way for me. Being unable to understand my own emotions has been a huge struggle for me my entire life, which then leads to more negative emotions that I cannot understand and the cycle continues.

When I first heard this album, based on Christian playing a song (“Keep Yourself Warm,” I believe) on his podcast, I felt like a light popped on in my brain. It was like a circuit had finally been completed and I could now access new thoughts and feelings that were previously kept off the grid, to finish the electricity analogy. Scott allowed me to understand so much about myself and did it in the way that makes the most sense to my brain, through song. He was able to say so many things I struggled to get out. It felt, and I’m sure there are thousands who feels this way, like he was writing music to help me through a really rough patch in my life. It seemed like he was diving into the darkest corners of his brain so he could help us understand our own darkness a little better.

With verses like:

I'm working on my faults and cracks
Filling in the blanks and gaps
And when I write them out they don't make sense
I need you to pencil in the rest

Or:

And vital parts fall from his system
And dissolve in Scottish rain
But vitally, he doesn't miss them
He's too fucked up to care

Or more hopeful ones, like this:

When it's all gone, something carries on
And it's not morbid at all
Just when natures had enough of you
When my blood stops, someone else's will not
When my head rolls off, someone else's will turn
And while I'm alive, I'll make tiny changes to earth

Unfortunately, the gift he gave was too great a burden on him and he took his own life in 2018. It was apparent from his music that his struggle was very deep and all-encompassing. But he did make those tiny changes for thousands and thousands people who needed a voice, like Scott’s, the same way I did. Scott’s voice became the voice in my head that could tell me all the secrets I had been keeping from myself for years. I hope that I can someday repay some of that Karmic debt by providing at least one song that does as much as the dozens and dozens Scott gave us.

Winning doesn't cure all aka... I Go To Extremes...

Even a Packers win can't cure Asperger's... I know, right?

 

GREEN BAY PACKERS WEEKLY UPDATE:

 

Well, folks, we did it!  We gave Aaron Rodgers a reason to come back.  Was it a great reason?  No, it was the bare fucking minimum needed.  But, who gives a shit?  HE'S COMING BACK!  Sure, the loss to the Ravens would have really helped our cause; as would have an unlikely win over the Steelers, who seem like they are mostly concerned with getting their kicker as many "practice" game-winning kicks as possible before the playoffs to get him prepared for the Jaguars (yes, it's still fucking weird as fuck to think of them as legitimate contenders) and/or the Patriots.  But, nevertheless, here were are.  Not out completely, but goddamnit, the one time I need the Saints and Vikings to come through...  I think they both lost knowing they couldn't beat a pissed off Aaron Rodgers in the playoffs so their best bet was to keep the Packers out of the playoffs altogether.  The Falcons seriously tried to give the Saints that game and the Saints acted like winning was somehow related to the myriad of sexual harassment/assault stories coming out recently and they wanted nothing to do with it, not even be in the same room or building as it.  And the Vikings are, well, the slightly above average team (who is still legitimately the third best team in the NFC behind the Eagles and Rams, pending the severity of Wentz's injury.  Wow, the Vikings have sure benefited off the injuries of MVP-caliber QB's this year.  Sheesh...  And I don't want to hear any of that mumbo-jumbo about "our starting QB is hurt too" as Bradford:

 

A.)  Was always going to get hurt

B.)  Has played 2 good games in his career - last year vs. the Packers and this year's season opener vs. the Saints

C.)  WAS ALWAYS GOING TO GET FUCKING HURT ANYWAYS

 

Also, that hit on Rodgers, and the hit on Goff last month, by Barr were mostly definitely filled with intent.  I don't need anyone to tell me otherwise.  I do have eyes, you know...)

 

I thought they were, which still makes them, subsequently, the third best team in the NFC this year.  Good times...

 

Another solid performance from our defense and, this time, our special teams.  Our offense continues to put our defense in very difficult positions and refuses to help them out after the first five minutes of the game up until the last five minutes of the game it seems.  And Clay, Mr. "ARE YOU TAKING ALL YOUR TINY SHAMPOOS?" Matthews seems to find ways to make big plays in big moments, despite his injuries.  Ha Ha, who I PREDICTED WOULD START MAKING SOME BIG PLAYS, made what turned out to be an enormous, points-saving interception at the end of the first half.

 

Sadly, we have another week of people who don't watch football but insist on giving you their opinion based on their scanning of the Redzone channel and the stats from their fantasy football league calling Brett Hundley a good quarterback.  I even heard one announcer say "Teams are definitely going to take a look at this young man once the season is over."  Why?  Are there a lot of teams in need of, and willing to overpay for, a mediocre backup QB?  Oh wait, that's right, Scott Tolzien, Mike Glennon, Geno Smith, Brock Osweiler, Ryan Mallett, Matt Barkley, Matt Cassel, Matt Schaub, Kellen Moore, etc. all got paid by new teams despite their old teams deeming them not worth it after watching them every single day in practice.  So, yeah, I guess teams are in need of, and willing to overpay for, an average backup.

 

But his stat line, again, belied his play:

 

35/46 - 265 yards - 3 TD's - no picks - 31 yards rushing

 

It looks good right?  Well, if you watched the game, it wasn't.  Hundley is great on the first drive and the last two drives of each game it seems.  He led 3 TD drives in the 4th quarter and overtime.  He reminds me of someone...  Wait...  There's someone I can remember who was painful to watch for the first three quarters of a football game but somehow turned into a touchdown machine in the 4th quarter and seemingly pulled win after win out of his ass...  No...  It can't be...  Brett Hundley is like...  TIM TEBOW...  HE'S BACK...

 

To be fair, Hundley is not as painful to watch when throwing a football as Tebow, but goddamn he sure plays a lot like him.


THIS WEEK IN MUSIC:

 

Goddamn, Asperger's is a bitch sometimes...  Take today for instance.  My girlfriend and I went to go get some lunch at a local place we have been wanting to try forever (like five years).  Easy right?  Sounds fun, trying a new place we're both excited about.  Well, we get there and it seems a little out of sorts.  The workers are all unaware of what anyone else is doing and seem generally very disorganized.  Whatever, the food smells great.  I order my food and it's a little more expensive than I would've thought but who cares if it's good, right?  Well, it was... fine.  Irritated that I just overpaid for a mediocre meal, I try not to lose my shit.  I'm stewing and wishing I hadn't paid for it.  My poor girlfriend is trying to casually enjoy her mediocre food but can't because of me.  I obviously don't want to start ranting and raving about how overpriced the mediocre food is in the middle of the day during the late lunch rush, but fuck I really want to punch someone.  It ruins my day, until...

 

So, I'm shooting a music video later this week for "Lookin' at Luckey" which is fucking awesome.  It's my favorite song on the album and it's sounding like it's going to be an amazing video.  The director I'm working with MADE THIS, which is unbelievably good, and I'm putting on makeup for the first time; which, I'm not sure I can get better looking but let's try.  It's all very exciting.  So exciting, in fact, that I went out and actually bought some new clothes for the shoot.  Now, I never buy new clothes.  "Why?" you may ask.  Well, for multiple reasons.  Hmm...  Let's see:

 

- I hate spending money on things that aren't music, food or booze, generally I hate spending money on things that aren't experiences

- I hate going to places where lots of people are, like stores or malls (Thanks Asperger's!)

- I like to wear the same things every day, over and over and over (Thank's Asperger's!)

- When I do actually buy new clothes, I hate to wear them so I won't ruin them (just me being cheap and/or weird, I guess)

 

So, it was weird for me to actually spend some money on myself but I DO GET TO WRITE IT OFF, so I have that going for me, which is nice.  I was excited.  Some nice new clothes that will look great on camera.  EXCEPT, I wash the jeans and now there is a huge spot where the sticker that shows the size (31x30, I'm not ashamed) was and it won't wash off.  What the fuck?  This is fucking madness.  This never happens on the $40 Levi's I buy once every six years.  WHAT THE FUCK?  I don't get it.  I desperately search online for a store that has the same size in stock so I can swap them out for a new pair.  No dice.  I'm pissed.  I feel deceived.  I feel ripped off and taken advantage of.  MY BRAND NEW PAIR OF FUCKING JEANS LOOKS FUCKING STUPID AND ARE GOING TO LOOK EVEN FUCKING STUPIDER ON CAMERA!  I couldn't be more angry.  I hate it.  I feel stupid.  "This is why I don't deserve nice things..."  I think.   I'm so depressed about it that I can't eat dinner.  My day is ruined, AGAIN...

 

And, once again, my poor girlfriend has to deal with this shit.  I have some Krud Kutter goo be gone or whatever the fuck it's called which should take off any glue residue and then I'll rewash them.  Seems simple enough but I can't get over the emotional toll it has taken.  IT'S ABOUT AS DEPRESSING/RIDICULOUS AS THIS.  "And who could understand the all-consuming pain?  Only a man who's weeping in the rain knows where to go..."  Wow.  But Billy Joel was certainly on the spectrum and has many songs, INCLUDING THIS ONE, that are about it, whether he knows it or not.  Billy, I know why you go to extremes, it's call the spectrum, bud.

 

Nevertheless, my song of the week is:

 

Frightened Rabbit - "My Backwards Walk"

 

This song saved my life once.  I wish that was me being overly dramatic, like I so often am.  I remember having an anxiety attack in a hotel room somewhere in Eastern Washington and trying to not jump out the window into traffic.  All I wanted to do was drink until I couldn't remember and be done.  I can't remember where that thought came from but I knew I needed to get out my room.  It was after midnight (not in an Eric Clapton kind of way) so I wasn't sure what to do.  I got in my car and just started driving.  Frightened Rabbit's "Midnight Organ Fight" was in the stereo and was playing, though I wasn't paying much attention.  After about 30 minutes, this song came on.  I didn't know where I was or where I was going but this song felt so sad in a peaceful sort of way for some reason.  I started crying.  I didn't know what was happening as I sped along past the farm fields and empty landscapes.  I just kept pressing the back button to start this song over again, and again and again and again.  Occasionally, I'd pass a semi-truck trying to make up time to somewhere but it was pretty much just me out there.  Mostly, I just stared out the passenger side window and watched the so-dark-they-seemed-infinite fields while playing this song on repeat.  I must've driven for at least two or three hours as my half-full gas tank was starting to run low.  I pulled off to try and check my phone's GPS to see where I was but I must've gone too far since I had no signal.  I drove on and found signs for I-84.  I had driven all the way back to Oregon, I guess.  I'm glad this song came on since speeding along at 80 miles an hour in that state of mind is probably not the best thing one can do.  Anyways, thanks Frightened Rabbit...