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By Brett Koshkin
By Spencer Wilking
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By Calum Marsh
By J. Pablo
By Phillip Mlynar
By Jenna Sauers
So Bear and Monkey are locked up in a barn by this shysty farmer. But they escape one night and hightail it Bonnie and Clydelike over the river and through the woods to a faraway town. And Monkey's like, "Bear, I'm into you. And I want you to be free and live like the bear you are, all lumbering around and showing off your teeth and eating people. But first we must cobble together some scratch. So I'll play the organ and you dance around. It's humiliating, I knowyou'd rather be eating those people than dancing for them. But just do it for a little bit and we'll stay fed. Oh, and I love you, did I mention that? Seriously. Look, I bought you a new bowling ball."
Well Bear, she plays along, even though Monkey continually reneges on his promise (they're in love so it's confusing). But one night Bear cruises down to these seaside caves she frequents, which Monkey, the weenie, is afraid to explore. And when he finds out where Bear's gone, he haughtily proclaims, "When she gets back, I shall make her feel bad about herself!"
Meanwhile Bear's bathing herself in the cool ocean water, the salty, briny, foamy water in which she gnashes the bristles of her pelt, washes the fleas and the burrs out, etc. And on this night, here amid the whitewash and kelp, a speck beneath the heavens, Bear slips right out of herselffirst the fur around her legs, then the business up around her shoulders, then the stuff that covers her belly, until her all-natural coat is just floating, dragging, wallowing. Wraithlike! Bear leaves it behind, and with it her hopes of someday roaming free, of sinking those teeth into something she was born to eat.
And that's "Monkey and Bear," the second song off Joanna Newsom's second record, Ys. That's Ys as in Eees. As in "I have no idea."
During a cool magic hour in Nevada City, California, seated beneath the vines of an outdoor patio, Joanna Newsom orders a rack of ribs and a beer. She's wearing blue jeans and two layers of frilly, cute shirts.
Newsom's friend is walking down the comically bucolic street, and spies us seated here. She sits down.
"Hi Dil," she says to Newsom.
"Hi Hil," Newsom replies.
Hil is on her way to Town Hall to speak to city officials about putting a sign up in front of her newly opened record store.
"What's a parapet?" she asks.
"You could use the dictionary," Newsom answers.
"Or I could ask Dil."
Words you may need to know to fully enjoy Dil's new record: hydrocephalatic, cur, inchoate, Pleiades, plough (that's the arcane British spelling that does not rhyme with slough), slough(aha!), diluvian (see her 2003 debut, The Milk-Eyed Mender), sorrel and roan (horses, not rhymed), sassafras and Sisyphus (rhymed), shoal, rushes (as a noun), yarrow, hollyhock.
Instruments employed: Lyon & Healy 11-pedal harp, electric bass, electric guitar, percussion, banjo and mandolin, accordion, marimba and cymbalum (??), violins, violas, cellos, basses, clarinets, flutes, oboe, bassoon, trumpet, French horn.
Voices: Joanna's, her sister's, her boyfriend Bill Callahan's (he of Smog).
Total Songs: five.
Total Length: 55.7 minutes.
Merry Men: Auxiliary Beach Boy and master musician Van Dyke Parks (arranger, co-producer with Newsom), indie auteur Steve Albini (engineer, recorder of harp and vocals), Sonic Youngster Jim O'Rourke (mixer), no-doubt-sweet-dude Nick Webb (masterer, at Abbey Road no less).
Amount of money Drag City will recoup from this investment: Enough to buy one retail copy of the new Howling Hex record. Maybe.
Effort involved in soup-to-nuts production of record: Aqueducts are dug through the Yukon with this much sweat.
Mistakes made: Probably the oil painting on the cover.
Worth it? Ahem. A story:
The drive up from San Francisco to Nevada City takes only three hours, but the manner in which urban melts into suburban melts into exurban melts into zilch is disarming. First you pass about 75 big-box stores: Best Buy, Home Depot, Best Buy, Office Space, Best Buy (WTF?). But eventually you pull into a town advertising a Craft Faire, where one fella running for city council is named Chauncey Poston. And on the radio, on NPR, is a story about deaf folks who, through some miracle technology, have had their hearing switched on, and the person they're interviewing, this formerly deaf girl, says that what she wanted to hear most as a person hearing the world for the very first time was the sound of a saw cutting through a tree. Shortly after that you interview Joanna Newsom.
Joanna Newsom's first interview? February 2003. With? Yours truly. Where? A park in Oakland called Children's Fairyland. Seriously? Seriously. Whose choice was that? Hers. Statements uttered? "I guess when I write songs, I'm trying to write them from the place in myself that's childlike." Regrets about said utterance? Evidently, since statements like that, made at the outset of her career, produced a chorus of condescending press so loud Newsom felt compelled to recently instruct her PR flack not to (in the words of said flack) "use the words fairy taleor childhood or innocent, etc. in conjunction with her music."
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