[Toilet & Bowels]

http://https://www.theguardian.com/m...r-dies-aged-61

Horrible news

[The Soup Nazi]

No no no no NO! FUCK!

[krischanski]

Scheiße verdammte!

[The Soup Nazi]

Everyone keeps mentioning the same albums --Surfer Rosa, Rid Of Me, In Utero-- and that's OK, I love 'em, but they need to dig deeper.

In the process of making a record, you hear it so many times that the charms of even the best of them can wear off through over-exposure. On rare occasions, records I've worked on have withstood this scrutiny and ended up being personal favorites. Nina Nastasia's Dogs is a record so simultaneously unassuming and grandiose that I can't really describe it, except in terms that would make it (and me) sound silly. Of the couple thousand records I've been involved with, this is one of my favourites, and one that I'm proud to be associated with.

[The Soup Nazi]

Originally Posted by The Soup Nazi

Everyone keeps mentioning the same albums --Surfer Rosa, Rid Of Me, In Utero-- and that's OK, I love 'em, but they need to dig deeper.

And this one does:

https://www.theguardian.com/music/ar...lbini-obituary

[!@#$%!]

what the fuck, who dies of heart attacks at 61 these days? not fucking fair!

my condolences

[The Soup Nazi]

 

What timing, huh. This issue has been out for just a few days - Steve may have had a chance to see it.

[choc e-Claire]

Four people messaged me within fifteen minutes about this (while I was asleep) and I slagged the guy off as a cunt almost any chance I got, which speaks volumes to how important he is. Cunt though he may have been, he was one of the few people in the music industry that you can call a genius, and he's worked his magic on so many absolutely glorious records that he'll live forever.

Listened to The Rude Gesture: A Pictorial History, Uranus, and At Action Park in tribute.

[The Soup Nazi]

As usual, death sure shifts units. To All Trains isn't even out yet and it's already sold out at the Touch & Go webstore:

https://store.touchandgorecords.com/...l-trains-cd-lp

[Drjohnrock]

Originally Posted by The Soup Nazi

As usual, death sure shifts units. To All Trains isn't even out yet and it's already sold out at the Touch & Go webstore:

https://store.touchandgorecords.com/...l-trains-cd-lp

Is the "How I Wrote Elastic Man" a cover of the Fall tune, or an original?

Yes, Albini's death is quite a shock. I met him at the merch table after one of his earlier band's gigs some time ago. Despite the image some have of him, he was really nice. What a career, both with his own music and his production work for others. He'll definitely be missed.

[The Soup Nazi]

Originally Posted by Drjohnrock

Is the "How I Wrote Elastic Man" a cover of the Fall tune, or an original?

Should be an original, because apparently the full title is "How I Wrote How I Wrote Elastic Man".

[Savage Clone]

This one definitely hits close to home. A good friend and longtime musical collaborator was Shellac’s sound person for a number of years and also was in a band previously with Todd. I’m fairly friendly with Todd and see him around town a lot and I really feel for him. When I think about it, I know quite a few people with personal relationships to Steve and my heart really goes out to them. I only got to meet him once, but it was purely social, and under the best circumstances. He was super nice and definitely kind to us. A real pleasure.
Such a huge contribution to music in general, in addition to having made some of my favorite music ever with big black. Way way too soon.

[The Soup Nazi]

Thurston and Lee on Steve.

Follow the link at the bottom to read more by a truckload of people; can't quote them all...

[The Soup Nazi]

Originally Posted by The Soup Nazi

can't quote them all...

But I will quote Polly Harvey, from back in the day:

"The way that some people think of producing is to sort of help you to arrange or contributing or playing instruments; he does none of that. He just sets up his microphones in a completely different way from which I've ever seen anyone set up mics before, and that was astonishing."

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Invisible Jukebox: Steve Albini

30 years ago, in April 1994, Steve Albini took The Wire’s Invisible Jukebox test, offering up his unbridled opinion on tracks by Black Sabbath, John Zorn, Throbbing Gristle, The Raincoats and more. As a tribute to Steve, who died on 7 May, we have made the interview free to read in our online library.

[The Soup Nazi]

A hilarious and poignant Q&A in Uncut from the previous time Shellac put out an album, ten years ago. Especially recommended for those of you who like to cook and make coffee.

Steve Albini on Page & Plant, Nirvana and how to make a great dill mayonnaise

Plus Hobnobs, fighting and Third World War

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Watch Joanna Newsom Pay Tribute To Steve Albini At Kilby Block Party

[The Soup Nazi]

By Spencer Tweedy, drummer (and, yes, Jeff's son):

Requiescat

Thank you, love you, to Steve Albini, a strange role model and friend

We all have these faulty little tickers in our chests.

I’ve been terrified of the way they can dramatically stop working ever since I learned the words “heart attack.”

Steve Albini’s heart stopped on Tuesday night. It feels wrong and unreal. Every death is unbelievable, then believable, and then unbelievable again. Somehow Steve’s, at sixty-one, feels even less believable than that of some younger people I’ve known. In those cases, the shock is so great that it activates your “well, we knew that the most outlandishly bad thing happens sometimes” mental defense tool. Steve’s doesn’t have that quality. It felt like he was squarely in middle-ish life, no polar surprise or expectedness about it. Just a shitty blindside.

I knew Steve mainly as the guy who facilitated the annual 24-hour improv comedy and music shows organized by Heather Whinna—the titanically strong-willed, principled, and skilled person to whom Steve was married—and who joyfully (believe it, joyfully!) cooked gourmet food for Heather and showed up for anyone who needed him in Chicago and beyond.

When I was a teenager, he was the guy who drove from Second City to Electrical Audio to get a bass drum pedal when I had forgotten mine—a drummer’s nightmare (I have actual dreams about this scenario)—and who told me, unprompted, that “eating glass is good” when I was six years old.

I spent many childhood Christmases accompanying Heather, Steve, and a motley crew of musicians and comedians to deliver gifts to extremely deprived families in Chicago. We would walk into apartments, garages, basements, nooks, and crannies where kids and parents lived in conditions I didn’t know any American lived in, let alone blocks away from my own house.

Steve was the indefatigable van driver, the supplier of homemade snacks, and the deadpan philosopher in the background of these all-day trips, providing a baseline of quiet rage about the reality that such mutual aid operations were necessary in the first place, necessary only because of the profound greed and brokenness of the way we’ve organized our world.

It’s funny that I admire Steve so much, because his way of being was largely opposed to a Tweedy family creed. Where Steve was a genius intellectual provocateur, we’re cooperative arguers. Where Steve gave zero fucks about what anyone thought about him (the source of “true freedom,” he said), I get tied in knots when someone misunderstands or straight-up hates on me (though that’s all changing). Where Steve had a world-champion poker face (two World Series of Poker bracelets), no one in my family does. Hearts are on the sleeve, faces are emoting, insecurities are bared, reassurance is sought. And we haven’t even discussed our differing opinions on vocal harmonies in rock music, for example, or any number of artistic disputes.

None of that matters. I admire him because he had integrity, and because he was incorruptibly devoted to making life fairer and more hospitable for other people. Most of that verbal venom was in the service of replacing unholy shit with something better, something that works for the un-resourced and the unaware and the unhip. That’s the core hook that we could hang every hat of our relationship on: the belief that everyone deserves more than the world we’ve made for ourselves so far. Even in our precious wonderland of a music industry, we’re screwed. Steve was saying, fuck your conventions, fuck the default, there’s another way to do this shit, at least a little something we can do, and he always put his money where his mouth was.

Maybe the biggest reason I cry for Steve is that he changed so much in himself. Death ought not to be—and, as far as I can tell, isn’t—doled out based on how perfect or imperfect you are. (By whose standard, anyway?) Certainly no one deserves to die because they wrote incendiary essays or because, as Steve put it, they contributed to the “coarsening of society” with insensitive jokes and lyrics. But it adds a heaping serving of sadness that he had learned so much, made amends, and showed others and particularly other aging public figures what it looks like to really apologize for something you did in the past. His apologies were straightforward, serious, and not self-serving.

As part of that change, Steve talked about the importance of listening to other people, particularly to those who’ve been targeted by patriarchy and white supremacy, even more so if you’re a white man who benefits from such targeting. To some, it seemed like a paradox: How can someone who’s famous around the world for not giving a fuck about other people’s opinions of himself talk about seeking out perspectives? Is he serious?

Even before the idea of zero-fucks was connected (or put in tension) with social justice, I had feared or even judged the concept in the first place. Zero-fucks seemed like a great way to put yourself out on an island where you’re missing out on important criticism and human connections. And what’s wrong with wanting to be liked, anyway? We live with other people. Whether they like us is a big part of how we get by. Is it so bad to operate with their opinions in mind, to harmonize?

These days I see Steve’s zero-fuck conviction in a totally different light. It was never about insulating yourself from criticism and living in discord with everybody. It was about keeping one’s sights on what really matters—ethics, your behavior—instead of capitulating to someone else’s ethics (or lack thereof) because of vanity.

You can’t outsource your conscience. You have to interrogate yourself about yourself. Feel free to use others’ input as clues for interrogation. You probably should. But when it comes down to it, you’re going to have to make your own decisions about what’s right, regardless of the zeitgeist and your standing in the community, and it may or it may not line up with the cue you received from someone else.

I think Steve was opposed to living a life led around by the little self-concerned part of your brain that monitors what everyone else thinks about you, optimizing for likability. You’ll probably land on some good behavior that way, but it’s nowhere nearly as reliable of a system as simply questioning your decisions directly, and using external feedback as clues for your own questioning.

 

Credit: Susie Tweedy

I find a little bit of comfort—not a lot—in the fact that, while reflecting on the death of a collaborator about a decade ago, Steve said he hoped he would die “embroiled in the middle of things, surrounded by people I love, doing the things that matter most [with] a mountain of shit unfinished, that I have a pan on the stove, a phone call waiting and a pencil in my hand.” Boy, was there a pan on the stove. Knowing that he preferred a slightly untimely end takes some sting away. But I doubt he meant this soon. I certainly would have preferred him to have a “mountain of shit unfinished” at 100, his already birdlike, tiny bones swimming around in an ever-roomier Electrical Audio coverall, still “man enough to be thinking about tomorrow.”

Steve leaves a gargantuan musical legacy but in his wake I’m also taking general inspiration to be bolder and more honest. Saying what you really think and advocating for us to treat each other better (in big and small ways) is more important than politeness. I still think there’s usually a gentle way to get something across, and each of us will find our own tone and technique for communication. But where there isn’t a graceful path, where the goal is better served by a bit of a fuck-you and a blunt shot across the bow, I’ll remember Steve and try to make it.

More than anything, I feel sad for Heather and everyone else who loved him. We loved him. I know many of you did, too. Thank you, Steve, for being you, even though I know there was never any other option, whether anyone liked it or not.

Listening: Shellac live at Lounge Ax, July 22, 1993

[The Soup Nazi]

Originally Posted by The Soup Nazi

Invisible Jukebox: Steve Albini

30 years ago, in April 1994, Steve Albini took The Wire’s Invisible Jukebox test, offering up his unbridled opinion on tracks by Black Sabbath, John Zorn, Throbbing Gristle, The Raincoats and more. As a tribute to Steve, who died on 7 May, we have made the interview free to read in our online library.

And 30 years later...

“I wanted it to be for keeps”: an oral history of Shellac

On 15 April, Emily Pothast interviewed Steve Albini, Bob Weston and Todd Trainer of US noise rock band Shellac for the cover story of The Wire 484. Following the sudden death of Albini on 7 May, here we publish the full transcript of that interview complete with an introduction by Emily.

[The Soup Nazi]

Finally an article/list with several names you don't hear every day. And these are just cats on Bandcamp - imagine the full bunch...

https://daily.bandcamp.com/lists/the...-all-engineers