Dear Paul, I Write In Need Of Musical Guidance…, by Paul Shirley

Dear Paul, I Write In Need Of Musical Guidance…, by Paul Shirley

Dear Paul –

I’m writing to you from Scotland to tell you that this is your last chance.  While you have occasionally made my fellow Scots proud by raving about Glasvegas and complimenting We Were Promised Jetpacks, you insulted us terribly last summer in Los Angeles.  I was there that night in Hollywood – at that club your friend had to talk his way into – when you embarrassed yourself on the dance floor in front of dozens of people.  I didn’t mind your embarrassment because I was drinking and, quite frankly, laughing.

That is, until you sucked someone else into your whirlpool of shame.  You remember that Scottish girl you were dancing with?  The one who was going in for a nose job in two weeks and whose parents were paying for it?  Yeah?  Well, that was my cousin.  Now, before you go thinking that I give a shit about whether you go out with my cousin, let me correct you:  I don’t care if you put on a Santa hat and take pictures of the two of you in bed together.  She’s my cousin, not my sister.  What I can’t have is anyone in my family being embarrassed on the dance floor.  We MacNultys are famous for our jigging prowess and I don’t want our reputation tarnished.  So keep away from Scottish girls on the dance floor, especially if they’re related to me.  And say something nice about the new Frightened Rabbit album, willya?

-Fiorian MacNulty, Aberdeen, Scotland

Fiorian –

I humbly apologize.  I did not intend to sully your family’s good dancing name in the clubs of Los Angeles.  Next time, I’ll be sure to ask about any potential harm I might do with my trademark moves: The Helicopter and The Dying Mantis.

I’d be glad to say a kind word about the new Frightened Rabbit.  It’s only fitting after I spent all of 2009 raving about the band, only to discover in December that Midnight Organ Fight had come out in 2008, making it ineligible for my 2009 year-end list.

In a column for ESPN, I wrote about how Midnight Organ Fight seemed ready-made for heartbreak and despair.  If MOF was a break-up album, the new record, Winter of Mixed Drinks is the rebound album.  Or, if one wanted to be poetic, he might say that it’s reminiscent of a groundhog poking its head out of its hole after a long hibernation.

If you see them, thank your countrymen for making such a great album.  In the meantime, I’ll tell my countrymen to buy it.

How did your cousin’s nose job turn out?  I hope it went okay – she needed it.

-Paul

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Paul –

Do you remember how cool and down-to-earth we were when you met us after our show in Kansas City?  Could you do us a favor and not tell anyone about that?  We’re trying to maintain some of the badass mystique we’ve been cultivating.

Thanks,

Andy Hull, Manchester Orchestra

Andy –

Sure, man.  Your secret is safe with me.  In addition, I won’t mention that, at 23, you’re the oldest member of your band and how scared I was to learn that fact, because I’m almost ten years older than you, but probably half as secure in who I am.

Damn you, Andy Hull.

-Paul

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Dude –

You’re always going on about Yeasayer.  You use them as an example of a band you like, or that you would recommend.  But you never actually write about them.  What gives?

Tyler, Brooklyn, NY

Tyler –

I know, it’s been bothering me too.  Here’s the backstory:

I discovered Yeasayer by reading about them in late 2009.  My source (I don’t remember who or what it was) raved about the band but neglected to mention that their next album, Odd Blood, wouldn’t be out for another few months.  That didn’t stop me from trying to finding whatever Yeasayer I could (obviously, this source had quite an impact), leading me to buy their 2007 record, All Hour Cymbals.

In the meantime, I’d already referred to the band in at least two forms of media, probably in an attempt to seem more relevant than I really am.  This was only a problem when, after listening to it, I found that I was completely ambivalent toward All Hour Cymbals.

The story has a happy ending.  When Odd Blood was finally released, I bought it.  I breathed several sighs of relief during my first few listens.  It’s a great album.  Granted, it’s weird, the singer’s voice is all over the place, and I’m sure most of the other people who love it would drive me toward a hydrocodone addiction if I were locked in an elevator with them, but I’ve enjoyed it more and more with each successive pass.

-Paul

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Dear Paul Shirley –

I read a long time ago that you saw Flogging Molly at the Austin City Limits Music Festival.  I wonder what you think about their new live album, Live On Landsdowne?

-Larry, Boston, MA

Hi Larry.

It’s funny you bring up Live On Landsdowne.  I was sent that CD by a record label but put off listening to it because I wasn’t fond of Flogging Molly’s performance in Austin.  Then, on a day when I had nothing else available, I pushed it into the temperamental CD player in the dashboard of my car.  I was shocked.  The songs were catchy, the band was enthusiastic, and soon, I found myself singing along.

A few days later, I told a friend about my dilemma.  How could it be that I liked a recorded live album more than I liked the live performance I had seen?  After a thorough interrogation, he arrived at a key question:  “Paul, are you sure you aren’t talking about the Dropkick Murphys?”  I hastily rifled through the CD cases in the back seat of my car and pulled out the green and white one.

Sure enough, I’d been listening to the Dropkick Murphys.

What was odd about my mistake is that my brain was aware that the Dropkick Murphys and Flogging Molly are two separate bands.  However, in its quest to compress as much information as possible, it had lumped them together into a  category called “Irish-American Semi-Punk Bands I Don’t Listen To.”  Eventually, further compression left me thinking they were one band, even though I knew that wasn’t the case.

I won’t make the same mistake twice.  If Live On Landsdowne is any indication of the Dropkick Murphys’ true nature, I need to investigate their back catalog.

So, Larry, I understand your mistake.  Now for the correction:  Give up on Flogging Molly and listen to more of the Murphys.

-Paul

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Paul –

I’m 17 years old.  I like listening to music, reading, playing baseball for my high school team, and thinking about girls.  (But not talking to them.  I never know what to say.)  I’m desperate for a music recommendation.  Can you help?

Scott, Tallahassee, FL

Paul-

I’m 33.  I work for a law firm here in Denton.  I’m trying to find some music I like because I’ve been out of the loop for a long time.  I used to listen to a lot of Pearl Jam and Stone Temple Pilots but I kind of stopped paying attention in about 2001.  Can you help?

Alvin, Denton, TX

Paul –

I’m a 52-year-old father of three.  Ever since I got fired at the software company where I used to work, I’ve been cleaning up at a steel mill for seven dollars an hour.  My life is terrible right now.  I need something to get me going.  I am a former music lover, but they just don’t make them like Cheap Trick anymore, so I stopped.  You’re my last hope.  What do you think?

Zeke, Chattanooga, TN

Scott, Alvin, and Zeke –

Free Energy, Stuck On NothingBuy it immediately.  Except you, Zeke.  I give you permission to download it for free.

-Paul

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