Summer Foxes
I just returned from Manzanita on the Oregon coast. The last time I was there, I went to the San Dune Tavern with a friend. We stuck around to watch a cover band called the Oyster Shooters play, and tried to guess what each song would be beforehand. I don't know if it's proof that the band was predictable or that my friend is eerily in touch with high-school teachers living out their rock 'n' roll fantasies, but he guessed every song right. And just to give the band the benefit of the doubt, I'll blame the PA system for the fact that the second tune didn't reveal itself as "Smoke on the Water" until halfway through.
This time to the coast, I missed out on the local talent, opting instead for reading (Black Swan Green), taking leisurely walks on the beach (no, this isn't a personals ad), and spending time with an iPod and old episodes of House. I also listened to the recently released self-titled Fleet Foxes record on repeat and had their songs knocking about in my head and on the verge of spilling out my mouth wherever I went. I suppose this means the Fleet Foxes are my summer band. Despite them seeming autumnal -- in aesthetic hue and tonality, not to mention that physically, their long beards just aren't meshing with flip-flops and tans -- their songs bring about a warmth; it seeps in, drastic at first, and then as if it had been there all along, like putting on clothes fresh from the dryer.
I kept wondering why one of my favorite FF songs, "He Doesn't Know Why" -- which you can listen to here courtesy of Stereogum -- melodically evoked that precipitous but gleeful fall into love, not to mention one out of every ten wedding ceremonies. Then I realized that the song slightly reminded me of Bach's "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring."
A day later, when telling a friend about the Fleet Foxes, I resorted to my least favorite form of musical description, a formula that basically boils down to "adjective + a band that this other band might sort of sound like." A variation on this formula is just to add the words "on steroids" to a band name. Either way, it's lazy and reductive shorthand that I'm sure we're all guilty of on occasion. What I said, by the way, was that "Fleet Foxes are the Baroque Shins."
If "Baroque Shins" isn't conjuring anything for you, how about: Fleet Foxes are estrogen-powered Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Itchy-Beard Left Banke, or Subaru-Outback-hand-me-down-from-Mom-and-Dad Bert Jansch. (Hmmm, maybe these brief descriptions would be more useful if I weren't so fond of Fleet Foxes.)
The Fleet Foxes wear their influences on their sleeves (and thank them in their liner notes) and they often sing with the sagacity of old souls, yet their songs sparkle in just the way something brand-new should. They have an irrepressible gleam to their songs, which is why Fleet Foxes are perfect for summer. One of their catchiest tunes is called "White Winter Hymnal". Alas, summer is what we make it.
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Feel free to share both unlikely and/or obvious summer jams that you've been enjoying thus far. And let us in on any two-word band descriptions you've uttered in the past, or some other formula you've used that relies on brevity.
Tags: FLEET FOXES | SUMMER JAMS | TWO-WORD BAND DESCRIPTIONS
1:00 AM ET | 06-25-2008 | permalink
