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Drill a Hole in That Substrate & Tell Me What You See
Jim White
Drill a Hole in That Substrate & Tell Me What You See
Genres: Country, Folk, Pop, Rock
 
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It's no accident that Jim White is on David Byrne's Luaka Bop label. His odd, oblique tales from Pensacola, Fla. and beyond wouldn't be out of place in Byrne's quirky movie of smalltown Texas, True Stories. In fact, White ...  more »

     
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All Artists: Jim White
Title: Drill a Hole in That Substrate & Tell Me What You See
Members Wishing: 1
Total Copies: 0
Label: Luaka Bop
Release Date: 6/8/2004
Genres: Country, Folk, Pop, Rock
Styles: Americana, Contemporary Folk, Adult Alternative, Folk Rock
Number of Discs: 1
SwapaCD Credits: 1
UPC: 680899005524

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It's no accident that Jim White is on David Byrne's Luaka Bop label. His odd, oblique tales from Pensacola, Fla. and beyond wouldn't be out of place in Byrne's quirky movie of smalltown Texas, True Stories. In fact, White has his own new film, Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus, to capture his chosen milieu of motel rooms, truck stops, and churches, and--as described on "If Jesus Drove a Motor Home"--waffle houses: "Jesus eating eggs with ya'll." Not that the artist needs visuals to project his skewed vision: Drill a Hole in That Substrata and Tell Me What You See is dense with dreamy, wasted scenarios, each spilling into the other. His vocals, which rarely rise above a half-whisper, are those of a loser at love cursed by self-knowledge ("You can't waste the whole damn day loving what you need to cast away") and a winner at ennui who spends his drifting hours "listening to the song behind everything I think I know" and finding only static. The album, his third, is treated to offbeat textural touches that reflect the edgy ambient approach of his co-producer, Joe Henry--electronic washes, horn charts, banjo, bebop trumpet. A colorful character whose real-life exploits include stints as a professional surfer and Milan fashion model--and struggles with drugs and religion--White is supported by an expansive cast including fellow tortured Southerner Mary Gauthier, Aimee Mann, Barenaked Ladies, and guitarist Bill Frisell. --Lloyd Sachs

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A mysterious visitor
a superintelligent shade of the col | minneapolis | 08/04/2006
(5 out of 5 stars)

"A true story... one day, I noticed a cd sitting on my computer desk. It was this Jim White album. I'd never heard of Jim White, but I figured someone must have loaned it to me and I forgot about it. So I gave it a listen, and was blown away! Moody, mysterious songs, beautiful production, the sort of postmodern-exotic sound of a Luaka Bop release... it reminded me of many things, from Tom Waits to Chris Isaak to Brian Eno's 1970s pop albums.



So I started asking my friends to find out who loaned it to me. Nobody did. Nobody claims credit, or even knew who Jim White is.



That's it. I'm convinced this album actually has magic voodoo powers, and simply willed itself onto my desk because it knew how much I needed to hear this music."
Foggy, distant, ghostly: music from where life and death mer
Jesse Kornbluth | New York | 11/13/2007
(5 out of 5 stars)

"If you'll step into the Jim White cult, I think I can reliably assure you --- you'll be in good company, but no one you know will be there.



An easy guarantee: Very few people even know who Jim White is, much less what he does and how he does it.



To a degree, that's just fine for Jim White --- he seems to record more to find out what he thinks and feels than to delight an audience.



And yet, thanks to his checkered history, it's hard not to be interested in him.



White's family moved to Florida when he was a kid, and he turned Fundamentalist. But he "felt more and more lost as a result of trying to draw closer and closer to God," so in his mid-teens he started taking drugs. And then he became a fashion model. This often leads the young to doom, but not White: "At the age of 15, I had seen my friends turn into junkies and die, so it was no problem going into modeling and watching people doing cocaine and ecstasy and stuff, because I knew that they were just fooling themselves."



Later he became a world-class surfer. He cut off most of two fingers in a saw accident and learned to play guitar despite that. Studied film at New York University. Drove a cab. Moved back to Pensacola. Wrote some songs, made a movie about the South.



But what you most need to know about this singer-songwriter is that Jim White inhabits another reality. Or, as he says, as he hits his 50th year, "I have a mind like a child. I walk through the world with a fog behind me and a fog in front of me --- I can barely see where my foot lands."



So when it comes to his music, classify him unclassifiable. He's the country singer in the obligatory hat, only with a horn section behind him. He's the anti-commercial militant --- a lot of his songs are six minutes long --- who writes trance music you can't get out of your head.



Best, perhaps, to regard him as a thrillingly original poet, an eccentric guy in a '70 Impala who can be found at midnight driving down the back road, looking for freight trains and neon signs in the mist. There's a spoonful of William Faulkner and Flannery O'Connor in the CD he tantalizingly calls "Drill a Hole in That Substrate and Tell Me What You See", but you'll also find characters from the Southern Gothic Carnival: preachers in smoky places, Madonnas in double-wides, coal miners, long distance bus passengers, barroom saints and sinners.



He not only sings about these people, he creates their context, As he does here, at the start of his best song, "Static On the Radio":



3 A.M. I'm awakened by a sweet summer rain...

distant howling of a passing southbound coal train.

Was I dreaming or was there someone just lying here beside me in this bed?

Am I hearing things? Or in the next room, did a long forgotten music box just start playing?



The music is foggy, distant, ghostly; you feel like you're on Quaaludes, in some ether where life and death just possibly merge. And then we discover this is a duet --- and the female singer is Aimee Mann:



And I know: It's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead.

And I know: It's a crime to weave your wishes into what they said.

And I know: Only fools venture where them spirits tread.

`Cause I know: Every word, every sound bouncing `round my head

Is just static on the radio.

Everything I think I know is just static on the radio.



Spooky stuff. Late-evening music. Songs to play outside, or for friends at the end of the party, romantic sounds for nights when the windows's open and the rain dances on the street. Pretentious? Much less than you'd think. Most of these songs live off the cracked wisdom of the mythic South, some blow past tragedy and skid into humor ("If Jesus Drove a Motor Home"), none break the mood.



Don't get it? Wonder what I'm making such a fuss about? Scratch the itch of your curiosity. Dive in the pool and kiss someone underwater. Eavesdrop in the room where everyone's blind. Let your mind leap from the pine woods to the coal mine to the road house to the alley behind the church. And there, perhaps, you'll find the song behind the song, the rich vein of beauty lying on the far side of the static on the radio.



Yes, Jim White just might be that good.

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Adventuresome alt-country/pop that should be heard.
fluffy, the human being. | forest lake, mn | 01/17/2007
(5 out of 5 stars)

"more adventuresome than your standard alt-country cd, this great recording has not a weak track on it. weirdly different in a perfectly listenable way, i have been enjoying this thing for a couple of years now, and am in no way ready to call it quits. highly, highly recommended."