Posts Tagged ‘Gimme Some Mirth’

Juliana Hatfield has a new album, Pussycat, due out at the end of the month – on the 28th, to be specific, four days after we’re slated to see her in Philly. Here’s a taste:

I lead with that simply because…well, why not?

But way back in 2004, just about this time of year, I was anxiously awaiting another of her albums – in exile deo, which was due on May 15th. That set earned many plaudits, including – at year’s end – the Old Grey Cat’s much-ballyhooed Album of the Year Award.

After its release, I wrote on the (original) Old Grey Cat website that in exile deo “is a tour de force packed with tasty, guitar-driven melodies and lush, to-die-for vocals – and may well be her best recorded effort yet.” I also observed that “introspective may well be the keyword for Juliana’s recorded oeuvre as a whole. With her wistful, vulnerable vocals and oft-wounded lyrics set aside sarcastic, spiteful rejoinders accented by jangling guitars, listening to a Juliana album can, at times, feel like you’re listening to an audio diary. in exile deo maintains that feel. Many songs ache; others mix sly asides with brash confessions. The acoustic ‘Tomorrow Never Comes,’ written by Dot Alison, quivers with hurt and regret. It’s fragile beauty in a song. Fragile beauty buttressed by strength, I hasten to add.”

Anyway, not long thereafter, I did what I often did in those days: I created a best-of CD for the car that incorporated some of the new tunes. Such endeavors can be maddening endeavors – so much good music, so little room! But I managed to squeeze in quite a bit, including a few of my favorite Blake Babies songs.

Below is the cover art, which I found on one of my external hard drives this morning, as well as a YouTube recreation of the mix itself. (Click play and it should play straight through.) Unfortunately, I had to drop “Yeh Yeh” (from the Fathers & Sons soundtrack) as it’s not available on YouTube. In its stead: “You Are the Camera” from Bed.

bbearwigdemosLast night, via DVD, I tripped back in time to 1988 in Cambridge, Mass., to watch the Blake Babies hold court at Nightstage, one of the Boston area’s top live-music venues at the time. The band, for the uninitiated, is an idiosyncratic, poppy delight – one of the greatest acts of the late ‘80s to never break through to popular acclaim, if you ask me. They formed in 1986, released a handful of eccentric four- and five-star albums and EPs, including the classic Sunburn, and went their separate ways in 1991. They’re most known, today, as Juliana Hatfield’s first band. That may not be fair to the other two members, guitarist John Strohm and drummer Freda Love, or occasional member Evan Dando, but it is what it is. Juliana sang lead on most songs and wrote much (though not all) of the lyrics and music. What can be said? They are her and she is them, though not really.

After a decade apart, they came together for the brilliant God Bless the Blake Babies in 2001 –

– before disbanding again, though Juliana and Freda worked together as two-thirds of Some Girls.

Anyway, earlier this year, the Blake Babies set up a PledgeMusic project: demos from Earwig, their earworm-laden second album. The demos are a godsend; the sound is clean, the songs are sublime, and Juliana’s vocals are, in turn and sometimes all at once, vital, vulnerable and venomous. The DVD, a premium, contains two shows (one from ’88, the other from ’87) that were apparently recorded by a cohort with a camcorder. It has all the markings of many of the fan-generated videos uploaded to YouTube, including mine, and the sound is far from optimal. And, yet, the negatives rarely matter – you feel like you’re right there, in the audience.

So, for today’s Top 5: Blake Babies. Not their five best songs, as selecting those would be an impossible task, but two of their official videos and a few cool, fan-generated clips.

1) “Cesspool”

2) “Temptation Eyes”

3) “Out There”

4) “Passionate Kisses” (Lucinda Williams cover)

5) “Sanctify”

And one bonus, from 2011 – Juliana Hatfield & Evan Dando with “Rain” …