Sleater-Kinney & The Beauty Outside the Windows

A weblog originally designed to address movies, tired of them because they are not so good any more. One day, they will be good again. Worthy or words. But not now.

Digital poetics, maybe not so much. So things change, sure. Music. The allure of the memory of music in your head. Sleater-Kinney, maybe their last album? Who knows. The video: like a suburban home (that fireplace!) and the green, green countryside out the windows. The intensity of playing instruments, of coming together to make a song in just a few minutes of concentrated playing. Fragments. The only trustworthy form (Barthelme?). You are zooming past 40-years old now, and you distrust many things. You are, perhaps, too suspicious.

And yet, the beauty of the grass outside the windows. The beauty of the music. Your children asleep in their beds. That stare at the end of the video, as if addressed to you. The moon outside your Michigan window, impossibly huge, like some sort of threat or promise. And a band you never knew you loved until they were gone:

Comments

[Bill]

Do you know their early song "I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone"? I would think that would be a tune with which you'd have a strong identification.

[RvB]

Absolute magic. It's been so hard to get started back to work after three days off, and that elegant simplicity reminds me that it's not all fakers and blowhards out there.

[Nick]

Hi Bill and RvB--

Bill--I'll have to check out the Joey Ramone song...

RvB--I know the feeling. A dose of good, pure noise melody is the antidote to so much...