Space Made Vacant by Changes

A few days ago, I removed my Nintendo Entertainment System — the one I've owned since I was a young boy — from my Walmart television stand — the one I've owned for five years — and placed it on my Target bookcase. I then unplugged the Sony DVD player, wrapped up its wires, and placed it in my bedroom closet.

There won't be room for it now. Alone, I rarely watch DVDs anyhow. And, as for the NES: I never use it at all. It's simply a hit during parties.

In the new space made vacant by these changes, I placed the Arcam Solo, more than a little bit afraid that the cheap Walmart stand would not hold its weight. I tested it, carefully; applied some pressure, slid the unit back and forth, lifted it up and down.

This will do. This will have to do.

I plugged the Solo's power cord into a simple surge protector and fell immediately into a gentle blue glow.

Because I have no speakers, I've simply been allowing the Solo to warm up. I suppose. I took the longest playing disc from the floor before me — Devendra Banhart's latest, Cripple Crow — and placed it in the tray. It's been there ever since.

Singing silence. Spinning quiet. I kind of like it.

So far, I like it a lot.

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Sorry about all the poetry, guys. I have nothing yet to report on the Arcam Solo. John DeVore had some car trouble yesterday, so he couldn't make it out to Jersey City. However, tonight, we will meet.

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tris mccall's picture

i'm having some trouble with *cripple crow*. it sounds like he ran the tape, sat down on a stool, and discharged all of the songs in order, making up rhymes about wiping his nose as he went along. there's a little too much long haired child and in x i have chinese children/in y i have chinese children for me. also, he is relying on simple blues figures much more frequently than he did on *rejoicing* and *nino rojo*. i sense a pervasive laziness masquerading as casual magic. we'll see if i change my mind...

Stephen Mejias's picture

>i sense a pervasive laziness masquerading as casual magic. we'll see if i change my mind...I am totally with you on this, and I think I've already given up (at least for now) on changing my mind. There are really only two tracks on this album that I like; Track 3, I think (the one about him hearing that the war is over), and the last one, which somehow reminds me of Tom Waits'Johnsburg, Illinois, as it's a quick little repetitive piano figure with a short, but complete, sentiment. So much of the remainder seems incomplete, not fully realized, or, maybe a better way of putting it is as you say: lazy. Listening through it, I find myself wishing that he'd cut the album in half, and actually finished the songs.

James's picture

Me given up too. Sounds too derivative of my favs from the 60s-70s (Marc Bolin, Donovan, etc) but doesn't measure up - so I end up wanting to hear the older originals instead.

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