Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Gift of Gabba Gabba Hey!

According to his Instagram page, @alifeinstories, Isaiah Pittman is a librarian, a cinephile, and a badger. His reviews of books, movies, and CDs, which appear on his page and on various shelves at the New York Public Library’s Inwood branch, are indeed claw-sharp and furry-warm.

The three that caught my eye were about Paula Hawkins’s novel, The Girl on the Train; Kristin Roupenian’s short-story collection, You Know You Want This; and Robert Brockaway’s novel, The Unnoticeables. In the last one, check out the way Pittman’s hyphenated and modified adjectives build authority and sass.


Then there’s the perfect brevity of this review, rolling forward on greasy adverb-adjective-noun combinations.


There are plenty of highlights in this one—including the evenhanded opening qualification—but the third sentence takes the donut.


True to his word, Pittman describes plenty of movies, too, like the Ramones-inspired Rock ‘n’ Roll High School and Sidney Lumet’s Network, and some albums, such as Iggy and the Stooges’ Raw Power and Joy Division’s Unknown Pleasures.


Pittman explained that he commonly keeps the red and white card when a library user borrows one of his picks.

“I have a stack of them now as thick as a telephone book,” he wrote via Instagram.

When a user returns a title, Pittman finds its review and rejoins it to the book or box. His handwritten cards beautify the branch like bi-colored petals of thought.

If you can’t visit the garden, 
@alifeinstories collects all of Pittman’s work. You may never want for a source of book, film, or record recommendations again.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

She's So High 'n' Robert Bly

In high school, I wasn’t a fan of Blur. But I was excited when Leisure, their debut album, and Bandwagonesque, an early Teenage Fanclub record, were promoted as signs that young U.K. pop bands were ready for the consideration of stateside listeners. Leisure’s cover portrayed a cute, smiling swimmer in a bathing cap and lipstick, an Amélie à la piscine, and Bandwagonesque’s depicted a bright yellow money sack over a reddish pink background. I had heard the shoegaze/baggy pair of singles, “She’s So High” and “There’s No Other Way,” from Leisure, and the tunes, the art, and the ads moved me to bring both CDs to my friend Elliot’s birthday party. But our friend Doug, way hipper than us, said something disparaging about the albums (or maybe the publicity), and that dampened things for me.

In college, Doug was listening to Blur’s second record, Modern Life Is Rubbish, and the clean, spiky sound of that and the band’s next two LPs filled my dorm rooms for years. On Parklife, I liked the pogo-friendly story of “Tracy Jacks,” a bureaucrat who loses it in the face of his particular kind of no future, and I loved The Great EscapeParklife’s more robust follow-up. Songs like the supercharged “Bank Holiday” and the sensual “Girls and Boys” made it seem like Blur were participating in the culture they were critiquing, but calling their record The Great Escape showed the band understood that culture perfectly.

Blur’s next, eponymous album was full of buzzy guitars and less British-oriented themes, and the cover art wasn’t cute at all: it was an appropriately blurry photo of a nurse wheeling a stretcher. One rock critic who saw them live mentioned the vigor of “Song 2,” a distorted burst of sound that might have been Blur’s answer to the Ramones. When I saw the band play the Orpheum Theater in Boston, I noticed the crowd’s joy when they played their early singles, “She’s So High” especially, which filled the room like a wave.

About 15 years after that show, I had the unbelievable luck of living across the street from Academy Records in Brooklyn. Sometimes the staff would prop open the doors, and the album on the store’s stereo would be audible in the street. One day, I heard a boyish voice and some thick electric guitar, and saw a copy of Leisure sitting on the now-playing shelf behind the register. I wondered how much they were asking for it.

I wanted the record for “She’s So High,” a song I had come to appreciate more with time. It’s just a massive, radiant mount of gazey rock with a message that everyone can understand: She’s so unattainableI want her. And that’s it, or so I thought until I remembered some lines by the English poet William Blake that the American poet Robert Bly included in Iron John, his book about masculinity in literature and ritual. Blake’s verse depicts a male infant’s surrender to parental dominance, which ends with the baby clinging unhappily to his mother.  

Struggling in my father’s hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mother’s breast.

And here are the lyrics to “She’s So High,” which Blur’s lead singer Damon Albarn alternately intones, sings, and semi-wails:

I see her face
Everyday
I see her face

It doesn’t help me
She’s so high
I want to crawl all over her

I think of her
Everyday
I think of her

It doesn’t help me
She’s so high
I want to crawl all over her

She doesn’t help me
She’s so high
I want to crawl all over her

As a teenager, it was easy to imagine that the song was about a beautiful schoolmate in the hall. But Blake’s image of the unhappy baby, and what I’ve read about the unmet needs of children in Getting the Love You Want, a self-help book by the psychologist Harville Hendrix, has lately made me wonder. Because the first person we wanted to “crawl all over” was mum, someone whose face we saw, and who we thought about in infancy, all the time.

Albarn repeats “She doesn’t help me” as “She’s So High” nears its final chorus, and he could easily have had a cute, pop-loving peer in mind. But you never know. The song works as a longing for and protest against a mother or a crush. Either way, it’s a powerful expression of immaturity that’s stood the test of time.

Gift of Gabba Gabba Hey!

According to his Instagram page, @alifeinstories , Isaiah Pittman is a librarian, a cinephile, and a badger. His reviews of books, movies,...