(said the gramophone has posted a new lloyd cole song, an (excellent) cover of an old moby grape record, "i am not willing." i had thought of posting it, but it's time had come & gone; several weeks ago, though, it would really have said so much about a certain situation. picture the girl from pulp's "like a friend." now imagine if, instead of running into an obliging jarvis cocker, she ran into someone w/ the determination of lee hazlewood in "big red balloon" or the singer of "by the time i get to phoenix." unlike in those two songs, no physical distance is traversed : it's all figurative. the girl is no longer welcome & one couldn't be more thankful, thankful that she finally gave him a reason to leave. what's magnificent about lloyd's cover, apart from the ethereal keyboards, is the attitude that he brings, true to a man who sings breakup songs w/ lines like "baby you're too well read." when he sings, "now i'm so grateful, no longer willing to have her home," his tone adds a tacit addendum : "no hard feelings, babe," and that's the truth.
so, no, no lloyd cole now, b/c that ship has sailed. instead, i'm posting "hit the ground running" by smog (listen) (buy). normally, i'm not much of a bill callahan guy. apart from "ex-con," i find him real boring & for types who will listen to dull, annoying music just b/c of the lyrics, people who ... well, listen to callahan's gf, joanna newsom. "hit the ground running," though, is propulsive & awesome and callahan, through kid choirs & string bits, makes the distance from :01 to 6:54 seem as brief & invigorating as stepping out your front door at dawn on the first morning of daylight savings. oh, & yeah, lyrics : "i had to leave the country / though there was some nice folks there / now i don't know where i'm going / all i know is i'll hit the ground running." ain't traveling nowhere, babies, but i'm going places, figurative like, and listening to smog makes me feel like a stowaway on a freight train, seeing life firsthand, like joel mccrea in sullivan's travels.)