Cast Out These Creatures Of Woe

I have become weirdly obsessed not just with this song, but this particular version of this song, recently. I’m not the biggest Beck fan in the world – He’s perilously hit and miss for me, and frustratingly self-indulgent a lot of the time in the same way that I always found some of the Jazz Greats to be; I can recognize that what they’re doing is well done and pleases a particular audience, but it does nothing for me, if that makes sense – but when he does something I like, it’s generally something that I really like and listen to, over and over again, until I work out why it sticks in my brain so much. Case in point, the above video. On the one hand, it’s nothing that I’ve not seen many other people do before (It reminds me particularly of Camille, but less inventive), but on the other, the first time I saw it, I was bowled over and had to see it again. I couldn’t tell you why.

Case in point #2:

Again, I wish I knew why this bounces around my head so much everytime I hear it, but instead, I’m left with the feeling that it’s a song that produces synaesthesia in me; I don’t hear it as much as taste it like the darkest, sweetest, most filling chocolate. It’s a great cake of a song, but saying that confuses and makes me sound ridiculous. It’s the closest I can get to the truth, though. Beck, at his best for me, bypasses logic and explanation and comes out in flavors. Maybe that’s why I don’t like everything he does; maybe it’s impossible to have that feeling about all of someone’s work.