SOUNDTRACK: KING GIZZARD AND THE LIZARD WIZARD-“Honey” (2020).
A new King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard song is never a surprise (few bands are as prolific) but it is always a delight.
After the seriously heavy metal of their last album and accompanying live records (I do wish they’d release a live show that’s not so heavy metal-dominated since they have such a wonderfully diverse catalog), this song drifts back to their more psychedelic sound.
Stu Mackenzie says he wrote it a few years ago. It starts out with a middle eastern microtonal acoustic guitar (I’ve never seen an acoustic microtonal guitar). It’s lovely melody, fluid and open. After about a minute, the bass comes in and rumbles the song along adding a complex texture to this mostly mellow song.
Stu’s guitar is simple but has some tasty bending notes. But since nothing is simple, there some wild drum fills and unexpected falsetto vocals.
The third part shifts gears a little with what I think is a (processed?) flute solo. and because no KGATLW can be traditional, there’s another part in the middle that’s almost a bass solo with a few sitar-like strummings.
It’s always exciting to get more music from KGATLW and this promises some great new stuff in the near future.
[READ: July 10, 2020] “The Constant Muse”
This issue of the New Yorker has a series of essays called Influences. Since I have read most of these authors and since I like to hear the story behind the story, I figured I’d read these pieces as well.
Although I have never read anything by John Le Carré. I don’t even really know what he writes–spy novels?
Anyhow, as I started this I recognized the name of his novel The Constant Gardener, although as I say I don’t know anything about it. He says the novel follows a British diplomat as he searches for the people who killed his wife, Tessa. The story opens with Tessa dying on the shores of Lake Tukana in northern Kenya.
When he finishes a novel, John asks where the ideas came from–a stupid question, but one he likes to ask himself. He says he got the initial idea for this story twenty years earlier when he saw a man come into the restaurant where he was eating and begin handing out flowers to everyone–refusing to accept any money. The proprietress gave him a glass of wine and a kiss. She told John that they call him the mad gardener. He had suffered a great loss and he felt better handing out the flowers from his large garden. (more…)






