Never been a fan, really. The few that I own don’t get much air time at the house, and when they do spin on the turntable it’s usually only for a track or two (the exception might be my 999 Live and Loud from ‘89 but that’s really more of a nostalgia thing).
I call it the baseball effect.
I can’t stand watching sports on TV. Ever since I was a kid I just couldn’t get into it and I’d sequester myself in the bedroom or outside on weekends my dad was yelling insults at “you fucking idiot” on the tv. But I actually enjoy occasionally going to a ballgame and there’s something electric in the air when sipping a cold beer with a lukewarm brat surrounded by 40,000 of my neighbors.
I of course love live shows in person , I just don’t get the appeal of hearing the crowd at some concert that took place in a venue I’ve never been to and listening to the banter between a band and people I can’t see or introduce myself to. I guess part of it is that I feel kind of like a peeping Tom. I’m an invisible interloper in a relationship that’s taking place between an artist and an audience that I’m really not a part of.
I remember seeing Jonathan Richman live and being floored by the personality he puts into his live shows and how he actually kind of makes friends with the people he’s performing in front of. Every show is unique to the audience and played just for that crowd that night. The magic isn’t there in a live recording though and for the listener, it’s all take and no give.
If you like live albums, that’s fine and I don’t care, I’m talking about my preference though.
By the way, it’s totally not lost on me that I’m probably overthinking this, but I digress.
I was really excited when Rave Up put out a comp of The Daughters, early 80s Boston power pop that’s bouncy and obscure the way I like it. This happened in 2014, but for whatever reason I never got around to buying one until recently when I found one in a nearby shop in the D misc bin.
The point of all this is that it’s a live album. And it doesn’t say anywhere on the jacket or in the liner notes, or even on the labels that it’s a live album or that it was recorded live. So, if anyone cares, it’s a live album. Don’t buy it if you don’t like live albums.
Also, if you’re going to release a live album, even if you do it in fine print somewhere (let’s face it, the devil’s in details) please mention that it’s a live album.
Eaglebauer's Record Collection
Live albums.
Never been a fan, really. The few that I own don’t get much air time at the house, and when they do spin on the turntable it’s usually only for a track or two (the exception might be my 999 Live and Loud from ‘89 but that’s really more of a nostalgia thing).
I call it the baseball effect.
I can’t stand watching sports on TV. Ever since I was a kid I just couldn’t get into it and I’d sequester myself in the bedroom or outside on weekends my dad was yelling insults at “you fucking idiot” on the tv. But I actually enjoy occasionally going to a ballgame and there’s something electric in the air when sipping a cold beer with a lukewarm brat surrounded by 40,000 of my neighbors.
I of course love live shows in person , I just don’t get the appeal of hearing the crowd at some concert that took place in a venue I’ve never been to and listening to the banter between a band and people I can’t see or introduce myself to. I guess part of it is that I feel kind of like a peeping Tom. I’m an invisible interloper in a relationship that’s taking place between an artist and an audience that I’m really not a part of.
I remember seeing Jonathan Richman live and being floored by the personality he puts into his live shows and how he actually kind of makes friends with the people he’s performing in front of. Every show is unique to the audience and played just for that crowd that night. The magic isn’t there in a live recording though and for the listener, it’s all take and no give.
If you like live albums, that’s fine and I don’t care, I’m talking about my preference though.
By the way, it’s totally not lost on me that I’m probably overthinking this, but I digress.
I was really excited when Rave Up put out a comp of The Daughters, early 80s Boston power pop that’s bouncy and obscure the way I like it. This happened in 2014, but for whatever reason I never got around to buying one until recently when I found one in a nearby shop in the D misc bin.
The point of all this is that it’s a live album. And it doesn’t say anywhere on the jacket or in the liner notes, or even on the labels that it’s a live album or that it was recorded live. So, if anyone cares, it’s a live album. Don’t buy it if you don’t like live albums.
Also, if you’re going to release a live album, even if you do it in fine print somewhere (let’s face it, the devil’s in details) please mention that it’s a live album.
God damn it.
2 years ago | [YT] | 4