Corin Tucker

The scariest, yet most lovely moments in those great Wilco albums come when the band goes head to head with the electronic noise. The weird "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" blasts of feedback, looped sounds, colliding gears, exploding boilers, seething flames and billowing smoke. Awful and terrifying and hypnotic and, when you least expect it, beautiful. 

On the verge of complete chaos, transcendence. The ideal pulls you out of bed in the morning and drags you through empty space, past the frigid planets and the endless pattern of aimless, world-destroying meteors, It's the secret heart of everything, from "Louie, Louie" to Beethoven's 9th to last-second 3-pointers, to "Friday Night Lights" to the tabloid narratives bonding the NY Times to the Nat'l Enquirer, and beyond.

Reading David Lipsky's "Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself" just now, and with 80 pages down I'm still not sure if this is really a crystal portrait of the big brain (and wonderful spirit) on David Foster Wallace, or about the author's possibly subconscious desire to insert himself into the tragic narrative of the brilliant artist who sees too clearly. Or maybe I just need to insert my interpretive, order-starved self into Lipsky's journalistic narrative. Whatever, the main thing is hearing DFW's voice again, and seeing exactly how he had structured his own internal battle between appetite and discipline, self and other, chaos and order. In a sense Lipsky serves as a walking projection of the darker impulses: striving, moving, needing, smoking, wanting more and more. DFW was determined to move somewhere beyond all of that. And he nearly made it. Or so it seemed, until he killed himself.

 Back to the awesome McCartney tribute at Mississippi Studios the other night. If you couldn't be there, and even if you were, you gotta check these out: 

Here's Teisha Helgerson covering "Let 'Em In," complete with drum chorus, glockenspiel, kazoo and a tight backing combo.

And here's just a couple of minutes of the "Hey Jude" finale, but just check out Corin Tucker. Damn, man.

Here's the link for tickets to the coolest PMAL event of them all: A tribute concert-with-a-few-words from guess which book at Portland's Mississippi Studios. It's a super-cheap night of Paul McCartney music, performed by: Corin Tucker (late of Sleater-Kinney); Matt Sheehy, Nick Jaina, Jim Brunberg, Viva Las Vegas, Teisha Helgerson (Amelia); Buoy LaRue; Courtenay Hameister (OPB's Live Wire); plus also special guests TBA.