It’s a simple yet sublime pleasure, and just thinking about it can make you feel a little calmer, a little more content. Imagine: You bring out one of the good rocks glasses (or your favorite mug or a special occasion tea cup) and pour a couple fingers of amber liquid (or something dark and strong or just some whole milk). You drop the needle on the jazz platter (or pull up a blues album on your mp3 player or dig out that mixtape from college). Ensconcing yourself in the coziest seat in the house, you crack the spine on a classic (or find your place in that sci-fi paperback or pull up a biography on your e-book reader). And then, you go away for a while. Ah, bliss.<\/p>\n
In this series, some of NTSIB’s friends share beloved albums, books and drinks to recommend or inspire.<\/i><\/p>\n
My first introduction to That Fucking Tank<\/a> was the video I posted<\/a> a couple of weeks ago, for Making A Meal For Beethoven<\/i>, one of the songs from their 10th Anniversary record A Document of the Last Set<\/a>.<\/i><\/p>\n I watched it a couple of times, boggling, and then, because I’m always into people who are creative with reverb, static and feedback, I asked for more.<\/p>\n You guys, these gentlemen are really<\/i> good with reverb, static and feedback. Take, for example, Bruce Springstonehenge<\/i>.<\/p>\n It is, as you might have guessed, their rendition of a Springsteen song. I have a rule, with Springsteen: If you’re going to go there, don’t fuck it up.<\/i> Do not, for example, try to play Born to Run<\/i> on the xylophone and casually butcher it.<\/p>\n I’m not going to tell you which song this is, because that will ruin the surprise, but: they did not fuck it up. They took the sturdy bones of the song and made something new, different, and great. This version is from an earlier record, but you’ll get the idea:
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