Top Twenty Albums of 2013

These lists are not always easy, especially in a year rich with quality albums.

I am, and always have been a music junkie. Some people fall asleep to the television. I drift off with my iPod and a pair of comfortable headphones (usually ones that allow me to sleep on my side). And so it these lists I must make. Click on the album title and you’ll be taken to a track from the album.

20. Foxygen – We are the 21st Century Ambassadors of Peace and Magic

19. Eluvium – Nightmare Ending

18. Mountains – Centralia

17. Son Volt – Honky Tonk

16. The Deep Dark Woods – Jubilee

15. Lindi Ortega – Tin Star

14. Atoms for Peace – Amok

13. Jon Hopkins – Immunity

12. Neko Case – The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love You

11. Hammock – Oblivion Hymns

10. Kanye West – Yeezus

09. Tim Hecker – Virgins

08. M83 – You and the Night

07. Bill Callahan – Dream River

06. Boards of Canada – Tomorrow’s Harvest

Time-lapse dystopia.

05. Alela Diane – About Farewell

For her last few records, Alela Diane seems to be purposely avoiding another “Oh My Mama”. Whether that’s gained her new fans or lost them, I cannot tell. But I can tell you that About Farewell is a cohesive and melancholic piece of work suited for grey Sunday mornings. “Hazel Street” is the haunting standout.

04. Steven Wilson – The Raven Who Refused to Sing

A throwback to the progressive masterpieces of the 1970’s, containing flawless execution and production. Despite the occasional awkward moments (the slap bass on “Luminol”), The Raven is a well-conceived piece that is sure to please anyone who still has a respectable attention span. I had to check my CD player a couple times to make sure I wasn’t hearing Wall-era Roger Waters. It’s just a singer singing like he cares. Something of a lost art in the smartphone/Twitter era. Yes, practicing is cool.

03. Midlake – Antiphon

Raise your hand if you thought Midlake would be neutered without Tim Smith. I see all of you raising your hands. No surprise. You can rest them now.

Antiphon is in actually a fine piece of work. After the loss of Smith, the band regrouped and wrote all new material in six months, with a heavy emphasis on band cooperation. The result is Fleet Foxes meets Meddle-era Pink Floyd. The harmonies and melodies float along on eiderdown, propped up by a tight rhythmic section and the tasteful singing of Eric Pulido. Fans of Midlake from the beginning may notice that the songs might lack the depth of the Tim Smith era. There’s no “Van Occupanther” here or “Acts of Man”. But that’s the only negative.

02. Jason Isbell – Southeastern

Jason’s best work since The Drive By Truckers. He seems suited to sobriety, which is the inspiration for most of these tracks. This is a singer/songwriter album, in the style of Townes Van Zandt. Southeastern is simple and direct, with enough imagery to add a layer of shine. Anyone who is tired of the horrid music coming from country radio stations and television will find Southeastern the remedy.

01. The Flaming Lips – The Terror

I’ve tried to be objective, to perhaps use less hyperbole when describing the work of the Flaming Lips. But chances are anytime they offer a major release (IE, not their quirky EP’s or gummy skull confections), it’s going to be in contention for Album of The Year or somewhere close. They’re just that good, constantly re-inventing themselves, but not in a gimmicky, pretentious way. We buy into it every time because the Flaming Lips believe it themselves.

The Terror is no different. There’s no doubt the coldness of this record pissed a lot of people off. Much of this aesthetic has to do with the use of a EDP Wasp mono synth, which is uneven and brittle-sounding. The closest thing The Terror has to “Do You Realize” is “Try to Explain”, which may even surpass that classic in its grandeur.

Be prepared to be taken places after hitting play on The Terror. Some of these places you may not care for. This is not nu-country or mainstream rock. The Flaming Lips have drugged you, blindfolded you, and set you loose on a cold, alien landscape.

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The American Bison

These great beasts once roamed the continent from Canada to Mexico east to the Atlantic. Now they exist in only a few small pockets.

When I see a wild bison for the first time, I feel a sense of joy, and then melancholy. This contradiction manifests into hope, as numerous groups work to expand bison habitat and improve living conditions throughout the lower 48.

Anyone who’s watched bison can’t help but feel thrilled at their sheer size and power, yet also at their playfulness.

I was lucky to be able to film these brutes a couple days ago in western Montana.

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Missoula

Yeah, Missoula. My favorite town. Why? Missoula is the finest outdoor town in the lower 48. You can hang in a coffee shop and five minutes later be in the Lolo National Forest. Just to the southwest lies the largest wilderness complex in the lower 48, the Selway-Bitterroot/Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness. Directly north looms the Rattlesnake Wilderness, the Mission Mountains, and incomparable Flathead Lake. To the northeast you’ll encounter the southern tip of the Crown of the Continent Ecosystem, known by most as the Glacier National Park/Bob Marshall Wilderness Complex. Directly to the east rise the Sapphire Mountains, Rock Creek, and the Welcome Creek Wilderness. Two blue ribbon trout streams flow through town, the Bitterroot and the Clark Fork. Water is everywhere unlike the Rockies south of the Wind Rivers. Yellowstone National Park is a bite-sized four hours away. All of this public land serves as a barrier to unchecked development.

For the most part the people are kind, and lack the jaded sarcastic edge of metropolis suburbs (where everyone got everything they always wanted for Christmas). I keep waiting for that cynicism, that snark in various conversations (because I myself have it) but it never comes. It’s a shock, but a welcome one. I’ve made great friends in Missoula on my trips, and this year was no exception.

I’ve been in and out of Missoula for the past couple of months, and honestly I hate to leave. Part of the reason for the trip besides wildlife photography and work was to research relocation possibilities. I had it narrowed it down to Seattle, Portland, Missoula, or Chicago. Now it’s down to Missoula and Chicago.

The problem is I really don’t want to leave. Oh, I’ve tried. I got as far as Rock Creek and became nauseous. Pretty crazy right? Why would a 6’3 195 pound scary-looking dude such as myself act so afraid?

Sprawl.

It scares the hell out of me. If you’ve read any of my work, you’ll know how often the topic of sprawl comes up. The contrast between the sprawl in Montana and Chicagoland is stark. In Chicago, if a fifteen year old strip mall starts to look slightly worn, they just build another one four miles down the road. The net effect of this is miles of avenue entirely devoted to dead malls (see Route 64 from St. Charles to Chicago). In Montana, what little sprawl exists is kept in check by millions of acres of public land such as national parks and forests. Northern Illinois has none of that. So farmland gets bought up for new strip malls and housing tracts, and it’s just going to go on and on. I feel like an ant there, burdened by an urge to chew off a hunk of leaf and scurry back to the colony. The absolute greed on display by city and county officials in contributing to this reckless sprawl is embarrassing.

Further adding to this sense of crowding (and some would say isolation, which is an interesting contradiction) in this mega-sprawl-complex is that it takes five hours to reach a national forest from anywhere in Chicagoland. And yet these national forests are mere shells of the public land west of the Mississippi–usually flat, cut-over tree farms with high road densities and a cabin on every lake. Some might say, “why not just go out to the farms? That’s nice country”. Nope. That’s not country. That’s agricultural industry, for miles on end, sprayed hard with various toxic pesticides. “Country” is where the road sometimes ends, where biodiversity increases.

Only one artist has expressed this fear of sprawl in a way that flattens me: Jason Lytle of Grandaddy. He’s such a talent that he creates a devastating effect with a single line and a simple melody:

“The dead malls are all over town”.

The dead malls are all over town. Zombies aren’t fiction. We’re becoming them, structure by structure.

“Fare Thee Not Well Mutineer”:

This would be such an easy decision if not for family and friends. So as I try to drive back, mile by mile I feel that sprawl squeezing me–that existence where all we think about is our paths amongst the strip malls somewhere between breakfast and dinner, where a world outside of our own material creation doesn’t seem like it exists at all.

That’s the most terrifying thing of all to me. You’ll see this expressed in my story “Street Lamps and Carbaryl” and my most recent piece, “Hydra“.

Another reason I’m considering postponing relocation is the workload. I have several huge writing projects stuffed into my laptop, and a few surprises in terms of medium. I’ll be able to post more information deeper into 2014, but needless to say things are amazing right now.

So, Missoula. It seems to have a gravitational beam like the Death Star, except unlike Han Solo and Chewbacca, I want the damn thing to take me.

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Sunset in Missoula, December 10th, 2013, my mom’s birthday. This photo is dedicated to her.