The National’s dirty secret is that for all of the Dessner brothers’ orchestral ambitions, these songs are simple things: Instantly memorable melodies and minimal chord progressions become familiar after one listen, and then there’s a pivot, usually undetectable the first time around, that takes the National towards one of their proprietary grand finales. The greatness lies in when the listener connects the two and realizes they’re part of the same song.
Someone sent me this email a number of days ago and the funny thing is that they actually meant it. Hyperbole is everywhere, but the actual worst thing still exists. Never forget that.
NANCY JO. THIS IS ALEXIS NEIERS CALLING. I’M CALLING TO LET YOU KNOW HOW DISAPPOINTED I AM IN YOUR STORY. THERE’S MANY THINGS THAT I READ IN HERE THAT WERE FALSE. LIKE YOU SAYING THAT I WORE SIX INCH RED SCOTCH TAPE HEELS WITH MY TWEED SKIRT, WHEN I WORE FOUR INCH LITTLE BLUE SCOTCH TAPE SHOES.
I liked Star Trek Into Darkness because things were always happening. There’s a lot to be said for that. Things constantly happening. Exciting things, too! Loud things and bright things and twisty things and violent, skull-crushing things. I liked the fact that it was a self-contained story about a charming and attractive group of people I was introduced to in the previous movie (I’m treating this franchise as its own thing) dealing with a pretty great movie villain. I liked the rousing theme and dramatic finale. But I do not like JJ Abrams. I really really dislike him! His movies lack humanity, but overflow with plot. His TV shows are all over the place in a way that makes him seem almost untrustworthy. Up to no good. I liked Star Trek Into Darkness, JJ, but you make me nervous. I feel like you’re plotting something. I’m scared of you.