April 2022 Vinyl Spin Challenge - Intertextuality and You

April 11: Vladimir Nabokov, Details of a Sunset
  • “That evening there had been beer and songs with friends in honor of Mark and russet-haired, pale Klara, and in a week they would be married; then there would be a lifetime of bliss and peace, and of nights with her, the red blaze of her hair spreading all over the pillow, and, in the morning, again her quiet laughter, the green dress, the coolness of her bare arms.”
Washed Out - Within and Without

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This excerpt made me think immediately of this album cover
 
April 12: Huzama Habayeb, A (Somewhat) Realistic Dream
  • “How I hate these early mornings! Cursed are those who indulge in idealizing the moment when the sun lights up the horizon! They give it the exaggerated burden of grandeur, majesty, and fancy. This was a scathing birth for which I wouldn’t wait, and which compelled me to await an even more biting day. And although I give myself a reason to hope the sun might withdraw its decision to rise, for just one morning, by an hour or even a few minutes, it rises in spite of me every morning. Now, the rumbling echo of rusty water pipes was dimmed by frosty dew, and I got a poor thread of cold water to wash my face.”
The Verve - Urban Hymns

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In high school I had to wake up early for swim practice and my alarm clock was set to the radio. Those cold mornings were tough. Not sure what was going on at KNDD but “Bittersweet Symphony” seemed to be programmed around that time every morning one season. This song still raises my systolic blood pressure by at least 20 points whenever I hear it
 
April 13: Chinua Achebe, The Sacrificial Egg
  • “Julius was worried because it was almost a week since he had seen Janet, the girl he was going to marry. Ma had explained to him very gently that he should no longer come to see them "until this thing is over by the power of Jehovah." Ma was a very devout Christian, and one reason why she approved of Julius for her only daughter was that he sang in the church choir.”
Various Artists - The Time For Peace Is Now

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April 12: Huzama Habayeb, A (Somewhat) Realistic Dream
  • “How I hate these early mornings! Cursed are those who indulge in idealizing the moment when the sun lights up the horizon! They give it the exaggerated burden of grandeur, majesty, and fancy. This was a scathing birth for which I wouldn’t wait, and which compelled me to await an even more biting day. And although I give myself a reason to hope the sun might withdraw its decision to rise, for just one morning, by an hour or even a few minutes, it rises in spite of me every morning. Now, the rumbling echo of rusty water pipes was dimmed by frosty dew, and I got a poor thread of cold water to wash my face.”
The Verve - Urban Hymns

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In high school I had to wake up early for swim practice and my alarm clock was set to the radio. Those cold mornings were tough. Not sure what was going on at KNDD but “Bittersweet Symphony” seemed to be programmed around that time every morning one season. This song still raises my systolic blood pressure by at least 20 points whenever I hear it
Not sure if you were aware of the lawsuit with The Rolling Stones and them as well as the eventual outcome recently.



I am glad they finally got a pay day for their big hit.
 
April 14: Nicola Barker, G-String
  • My God, girls wear these in Dave Lee Roth videos.’
  • ‘Who’s that?’ Jeanie asked, sucking in her cheeks, insouciant.
David Lee Roth - Crazy From The Heat

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Yechh, I promise you I have no idea how this snuck into my collection. My best guess is that someone gave it to me as a joke.
 
April 15: William Faulkner, A Rose for Emily
  • “"I want some poison," she said to the druggist. She was over thirty then, still a slight woman, though thinner than usual, with cold, haughty black eyes in a face the flesh of which was strained across the temples and about the eyesockets as you imagine a lighthouse-keeper's face ought to look. "I want some poison," she said.”
M. Ward - Post-War
Song: “Poison Cup”


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“And a sip or a spoonful won't do
No, I want it all”
 
April 16: Horacio Castellanos Moya, Hypertension
  • “I went back to the stationary bicycle. I bought a Walkman. I thought that a little bit of music could help me. I chose my favorite cassettes. But the situation barely improved. While my eyes were closed, I forgot that I was pedaling like a lunatic on that tiny patio, I enjoyed my favorite songs, and I even sang along; but if I opened my eyes for any reason, and came back to myself, I was immediately attacked by an anxious desire to climb off the bicycle.”
Beck - Midnite Vultures

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April 16: Horacio Castellanos Moya, Hypertension
  • “I went back to the stationary bicycle. I bought a Walkman. I thought that a little bit of music could help me. I chose my favorite cassettes. But the situation barely improved. While my eyes were closed, I forgot that I was pedaling like a lunatic on that tiny patio, I enjoyed my favorite songs, and I even sang along; but if I opened my eyes for any reason, and came back to myself, I was immediately attacked by an anxious desire to climb off the bicycle.”
Beck - Midnite Vultures

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Nothing screams hypertension like a little "Nicotine & Gravy".
 
April 13: Chinua Achebe, The Sacrificial Egg
  • “Julius was worried because it was almost a week since he had seen Janet, the girl he was going to marry. Ma had explained to him very gently that he should no longer come to see them "until this thing is over by the power of Jehovah." Ma was a very devout Christian, and one reason why she approved of Julius for her only daughter was that he sang in the church choir.”
Do Make Say Think - Winter Hymn Country Hymn Secret Hymn

Some hymns for the choir.

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April 14: Nicola Barker, G-String
  • Oh hell, Gillian thought, shifting on Mr Kip’s Aston Martin’s leather seats, ‘maybe I should’ve worn it in for a few days first.’ It felt like her G-string was making headway from between her buttocks up into her throat. She felt like a leg of lamb, trussed up with cheese wire. Now she knew how a horse felt when offered a new bit and bridle for the first time.
Radiohead - KID A MNESIA

Playing this b-sides disc for "How to Disappear Into Strings."

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🤭🤭🤭
 
April 17: Nnedi Okorafor, Mother of Invention
  • “Anwuli closed her eyes and listened to her house sing for a bit, and soon she calmed and felt better. “Music is all we’ve got,” she sang back to Obi 3. And the sound of her own voice pushed away the fact that she and her baby would probably be dead by morning, and it would be all her fault. Pushed it away some.
  • Music and Obi 3. Those were all she and her unborn baby had had for nine months. Since she’d learned she was pregnant and stupidly told her fiancé, who a minute later blurted to her that he was married with two children and couldn’t be a father to her child, too.”
The first thing that popped into my head...

Rachel Sweet - Protect The Innocent

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April 18: Angela Carter, Wolf-Alice
  • “She grew up with wild beasts. If you could transport her, in her filth, rags and feral disorder, to the Eden of our first beginnings where Eve and grunting Adam squat on a daisy bank, picking the lice from one another’s pelts, then she might prove to be the wise child who leads them all and her silence and her howling a language as authentic as any language of nature. In a world of talking beasts and flowers, she would be the bud of flesh in the kind lion’s mouth: but how can the bitten apple flesh out its scar again?”
The first thing that popped into my head...




The Doors - The Soft Parade

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April 17: Nnedi Okorafor, Mother of Invention
“Anwuli closed her eyes and listened to her house sing for a bit, and soon she calmed and felt better. “Music is all we’ve got,” she sang back to Obi 3. And the sound of her own voice pushed away the fact that she and her baby would probably be dead by morning, and it would be all her fault. Pushed it away some.
Music and Obi 3. Those were all she and her unborn baby had had for nine months. Since she’d learned she was pregnant and stupidly told her fiancé, who a minute later blurted to her that he was married with two children and couldn’t be a father to her child, too.”

Live - Throwing Copper

Lightning Crashes popped into my head at this quote, even though it doesn't really fit, the mood of the song seemed too. Nnedi Okorafor has written some amazing books, but outside of her fiction she's pretty abrasive and it's made me less likely to keep reading her work. But she's clear that it's not written for people like me, and I'm glad that it is speaking to those it is written for because the kinds of stories she writes are important and I hope to share them with my little sisters from Ethiopia one day.
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April 16: Horacio Castellanos Moya, Hypertension
  • “I went back to the stationary bicycle. I bought a Walkman. I thought that a little bit of music could help me. I chose my favorite cassettes. But the situation barely improved. While my eyes were closed, I forgot that I was pedaling like a lunatic on that tiny patio, I enjoyed my favorite songs, and I even sang along; but if I opened my eyes for any reason, and came back to myself, I was immediately attacked by an anxious desire to climb off the bicycle.”
Son Little "Aloha" (2020 ANTI-)
This seemed to fit on multiple levels: the bicycle on the cover, the track "Suffer" reflects what the narrator is going through, and "Belladonna", which is the title of another track, is atropine and increases heart rate.

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April 18: Angela Carter, Wolf-Alice

"She grew up with wild beasts. If you could transport her, in her filth, rags and feral disorder, to the Eden of our first beginnings where Eve and grunting Adam squat on a daisy bank, picking the lice from one another’s pelts, then she might prove to be the wise child who leads them all and her silence and her howling a language as authentic as any language of nature. In a world of talking beasts and flowers, she would be the bud of flesh in the kind lion’s mouth: but how can the bitten apple flesh out its scar again?"

What does Wolf-Alice's language sound like? I wondered. No ideas. Now, on hearing the news of Harrison Birtwistle's death, we may have something. Sir Harry was fascinated by myth and its significance in shaping thought through the ages. So that could be a fit. How about...

The Moth Requiem (2012), for twelve female voices, three harps and flute​


 
April 16: Horacio Castellanos Moya, Hypertension
  • “I went back to the stationary bicycle. I bought a Walkman. I thought that a little bit of music could help me. I chose my favorite cassettes. But the situation barely improved. While my eyes were closed, I forgot that I was pedaling like a lunatic on that tiny patio, I enjoyed my favorite songs, and I even sang along; but if I opened my eyes for any reason, and came back to myself, I was immediately attacked by an anxious desire to climb off the bicycle.”
If we are gonna do workout cassettes, it's gotta be a mix tape right? No idea who I got this from back in the day, but must be late 80's/early 90's.

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April 17: Nnedi Okorafor, Mother of Invention
  • “Anwuli closed her eyes and listened to her house sing for a bit, and soon she calmed and felt better. “Music is all we’ve got,” she sang back to Obi 3. And the sound of her own voice pushed away the fact that she and her baby would probably be dead by morning, and it would be all her fault. Pushed it away some.
  • Music and Obi 3. Those were all she and her unborn baby had had for nine months. Since she’d learned she was pregnant and stupidly told her fiancé, who a minute later blurted to her that he was married with two children and couldn’t be a father to her child, too.”
I recommend that Anwuli not take the advice of this album title, and not forgive her fiance.

Brandi Carlile ~ By The Way, I Forgive You

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