franz ferdinand


V.25 No.50 | 12/15/2016

Creative Non-Fiction

Number 371

One time, I wrote to you from a provocatively celestial, windy night.

I.

Two dust-speckled birds lit on the mulberry tree across the street. The tree still had some dark green leaves on, it being the middle of November.

I heard a low and mournful whisper coming from the train yard. It weren't a ghost; just a locomotive breathing out its coarse diesel discourse into the obscure hours.

Before long, those two nightjars commenced their song; caliginous chirps and whistles followed. All of those sounds combined. And once entwined, they spirited themselves away into the upper atmosphere.

There was a buzzing sodium lamp burning nearby. The light it made caused nearby objects to appear yellow and sharp. Purple shadows blossomed beneath the cars and plants and cats located within the circle of its electric radiance.

I spied Polaris setting in one place, way up north. The rest of the stars and planets churned around it like the maelstroms that take unlucky boats down to Neptune's hidden garden. Seeing how that idea gave me an unfamiliar but welcome sense of ease and well being, I laid myself down and fell into a dream.

II.

It is naturally bright but the air is sullen at the same time. I let my old yellow Volkswagen—the one I bought from the fry cook at Fred's Bread—do the driving. That car carries me with all of the benevolence its chugging engine can muster, across empty mesas and up into foggy foothills.

The road gets hard to manage and has been flooded with paint the color of water so I climb out a side window. The city of Albuquerque is glowing beneath me. It looks just like I imagine a vast space station might, if I were an astronaut.

I tell the Volkswagen (whose name I cannot pronounce when awake) to wait while I investigate the geometry and nocturnal animal life in the mountains ahead.

A pack of coyotes is breathing out howling noises aimed at the moon and vinegaroon skitters through the arroyo, whipping its tail and snapping its black claws. Somewhere east of Supper Rock, I find a wooden door has been craftily installed into the face of a cliff I used to climb.

I pull it open to discover the Sandia Mountains are mostly hollow. A pale blue light seeps through from the other side. Inside, I notice that someone built a ramshackle fence—made from saplings and multi-colored telephone wire—around a great green meadow that seems to extend for miles. Sheep graze here and there. My old dog Arnold bounds up to say hello, wagging his tail. He starts carrying on about the beauty and serenity of nature

III.

The sun came up just about then, just as I began to notice the telephone wire fence was really constructed of lunar soil and leaden capacitors.

Yawning and shaking my head at the impossibility such things, I sat up in bed, activated my personal levitation device, floated into the kitchen and processed some coffee beans into a stimulating beverage. I swung the backdoor open in a gesture meant to reconcile myself with reality and did not bother to look for my shoes before deactivating the machine and stepping into November.

A cool breeze was wafting through the air. The whole place smelt of water and autumnal relief. Two fellows were working on the swamp cooler next door and cursing a clogged copper pipe while the neighbor's cat patrolled the fence tops, prowling for Inca doves.

I blinked my eyes and the radio came on as I tumbled back into the house. An announcer was telling about the war and how it might make things like miniaturized nuclear fuel cells scare, how growing one’s home victory garden ought to be balanced out with proper and diligent Geiger counter use.

The presidential show was coming up, the on-air voice continued, and it looked like Oprah was still in the lead because Justin Beiber might be pretty, but his foreign policy skills needed lots of work. 2024 would be a helluva year I thought to myself, even if I do have to learn to walk again.

IV.

The alarm went off at seven that morning and I jumped out of bed like my life depended on that simple act. Three cups of coffee and two bowls of Rice Chex later, I began my daily drive to work. I smiled broadly and had a good laugh when the oldies station played that one hit song Franz Ferdinand had when everyone in the rocanrol press really believed they were gonna be the next big thing after Radiohead was done conquering the earth.

V.22 No.37 | 9/12/2013

After weeks of teasing and enticing fans, Arcade Fire have now unleashed their first single from their upcoming double LP, Reflektor (out Oct. 29). The title track is given an extended treat as it has gotten not one, but two videos. One is an interactive video where the viewer can take part in the visual experience, while the other is a traditional video (no interaction there) that contains a lot of reflective surfaces. But I'm sure you knew that.

Did you know that Elvis Costello and The Roots were collaborating? I didn't! Now that I do, this is definitely something worth looking into, and if you head over to NPR, you can hear the fruits of their labor, titled Wise Up Ghost, in its entirety. Or you can wait for it to hit stores on Sept. 17.

Just in case you were feeling that lingering spirit, that beckoning call of All Hallows Eve, that grotesque curiosity of the macabre … Franz Ferdinand's got you covered. Probably NSFW.

If you live in the Brooklyn area and have a baby that you think might be the next big DJ to hit the airwaves, contact Natalie Elizabeth Weiss. She runs a baby DJ school. No joke.

Judging from Janelle Monáe's performance on David Letterman, if she ever comes to Albuquerque, there's no way in hell I'm missing that show. Monáe's latest effort, The Electric Lady, hit the music-sphere this past week, and you can catch her performance below:

It looks like some more Beatles memorabilia can now be added to your collection in the form of their widely lauded performance/interview on BBC. On Air – Live at the BBC Volume 2 hits web and flea markets alike on Nov. 11 and features 37 performances and unreleased recordings of the band talking to the BBC hosts. Looks like the holidays are gonna be even sweeter.

Sky Ferreira has finally given a release date for her debut full-length effort, titled Night Time, My Time, and it'll hit the streets on Oct. 29. I became obsessed with her single “Lost In My Bedroom.” It's that sort of infectious pop that just grabs hold and can be listened to over and over again. But you don't have to take my word for it. Give it a listen.

Ty Segall is relentless. If he's not releasing multiple albums in a year or starting various projects with other musicians, he's, well … starting another project called FUZZ. They're coming out with a self-titled album on Oct. 1 via In The Red, and they've released another snippet from said upcoming album. You can hear “What's In My Head” over at Consequence of Sound.

Has it really been 14 years since TLC had a Billboard Top 10 hit? Regardless of longevity, these women (who have been performing as a duo since Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes died in 2002) are still working and recording. According to Billboard, we should be seeing some new material from them on Oct. 15. Speculation, people. But listen to their latest chart-topper, as they feature on J. Cole's “Crooked Smile.”

V.22 No.34 | 8/22/2013

Music

Rooster Roundabout: This Week’s Music Highlights

In a bold move, Robin Thicke and Pharrell are suing Funkadelic and Marvin Gaye’s estate in an effort to protect the track, “Blurred Lines,” after allegations the song too-closely resembles Marvin Gaye’s “Got To Give It Up.”

Allen Lanier died at the age of 67 due to lung disease complications. Lanier, who died on Aug. 14, was a founding member of Blue Öyster Cult and played keyboards and guitar for the band. RIP Mr. Lanier. You can view a video of the band playing the iHeartRadio Theater in December 2012.

George Strait granted a rare interview with Billboard, wherein he talks about his first band (garage rock!), his career and why he doesn’t like to give interviews.

According to MTV, Macklemore and Ryan Lewis have announced that they’re going to perform their single, “Same Love,” an ode to marriage equality, at the 2013 VMAs, which air on Sunday, Aug. 25.

King Tuff finally made a music video for “Sun Medallion,” my favorite track off 2008's Was Dead.

Continuing with a string of 7-inch releases, Kim Deal has come out with a new song, titled “Are You Mine?” But Ms. Deal has gone the extra mile to deliver an official music video for the track as well.

If you were as obsessed with Pitch Perfect as I was (and no, not in an ironic way), then you may be tickled pink to know they're coming out with an a capella Christmas record. Yes siree, the holidays just got aca-serious.

Fiona Apple's made a career out of break-ups, but you gotta admit no one can write a poetic ode to a failed relationship like this woman. Apple is gearing up to go on tour with Blake Mills and shared a video of them two playing a classic Fiona Apple track, “I Know,” from her 1999 album, When The Pawn...

The tracklist for the triple-disc reissue of Nirvana's In Utero can now be scoped by the public. The reissue hits stores and online markets on Sept. 24.

So Franz Ferdinand are still at it? I'm sure excitement is a-brewing for their upcoming release, Right Thoughts, Right Words, Right Action, set to hit stores Aug. 27. But you can see their performance of “Love Illumination” via Pitchfork.

L.A. sister trio, Haim, shared the video for their latest single, “The Wire.” If you like rhythmic pop with a stylish kick, this just may be your thing.