The John V. Variety Hour - Another Blow Up Doll Date
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MV BY A. PETROV AT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMiOHQ7KLSs
truncated from my talkhouse premiere:
Welcome back to the John V. Variety Hour. We've missed you. We've been working on some mutated new wave, a meditation on the carnal urban banaliity......
.....Once again, A. Petrov, aka Marcy the Baptist, serves not only as chief collaborator on this — my confessional mutant new-wave clap-boom-bap jam — but as its very catalyst. She was over working on her solo project and had a day out in the city shooting videos. I whined to her about my love life. I uttered something of feeling akin to a "blow up doll on dates with other blow up dolls." She eyed me. Great, she said, write a fucked up song about that while I'm gone. The challenge enticed me. It's easy for us; I think we were born on the same lonely planet.
....This song is... based on a series of winding riffs and hooks that culminate in a massive key change in the second half, which turns into Anna Donia herself's monologue of the inevitable fate of all love... the idealism slowly falling into defeat.
....A. builds percussion, shreds bass and "paper riffs",.. Immediately, we start filming the video, running in the cold with an actual blow up doll (my most painful purchase as an artist) clothed in my silk robe. "Ohhh people in Brooklyn don't care enough about my art," mocked A., impersonating me. "That's because you've never burned a blow up doll in the street."
....This song was insanely difficult to mix, to the point where we had to bring in Harmony Pulaski, aka HARMONY'S CUDDLE PARTY as a fixer. She — another one of my favorite songwriters, a genius — did a fantastic job adding dynamics to its punky dash, and her fellow Boston production wiz Dan Thorn made an expert master.
....my music is going from its previous un-performable live form and coming back somewhere not quite on, but still closer, to earth. I think of this as a pivot point. A triumph over writer's block, an anthem against cheap city sex, proof that one can do anything under challenge, and THE SONG OF THE SUMMER. CLAP!
xojv
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMiOHQ7KLSs
truncated from my talkhouse premiere:
Welcome back to the John V. Variety Hour. We've missed you. We've been working on some mutated new wave, a meditation on the carnal urban banaliity......
.....Once again, A. Petrov, aka Marcy the Baptist, serves not only as chief collaborator on this — my confessional mutant new-wave clap-boom-bap jam — but as its very catalyst. She was over working on her solo project and had a day out in the city shooting videos. I whined to her about my love life. I uttered something of feeling akin to a "blow up doll on dates with other blow up dolls." She eyed me. Great, she said, write a fucked up song about that while I'm gone. The challenge enticed me. It's easy for us; I think we were born on the same lonely planet.
....This song is... based on a series of winding riffs and hooks that culminate in a massive key change in the second half, which turns into Anna Donia herself's monologue of the inevitable fate of all love... the idealism slowly falling into defeat.
....A. builds percussion, shreds bass and "paper riffs",.. Immediately, we start filming the video, running in the cold with an actual blow up doll (my most painful purchase as an artist) clothed in my silk robe. "Ohhh people in Brooklyn don't care enough about my art," mocked A., impersonating me. "That's because you've never burned a blow up doll in the street."
....This song was insanely difficult to mix, to the point where we had to bring in Harmony Pulaski, aka HARMONY'S CUDDLE PARTY as a fixer. She — another one of my favorite songwriters, a genius — did a fantastic job adding dynamics to its punky dash, and her fellow Boston production wiz Dan Thorn made an expert master.
....my music is going from its previous un-performable live form and coming back somewhere not quite on, but still closer, to earth. I think of this as a pivot point. A triumph over writer's block, an anthem against cheap city sex, proof that one can do anything under challenge, and THE SONG OF THE SUMMER. CLAP!
xojv
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