theparisreview:

“Sports broadcasters are guiltier these days than sportswriters of the ‘grand metaphor’ approach where tennis is concerned. Following the major tournaments this summer on television, I’ve heard again and again of the history about to be made: Raphael Nadal’s seventh French championship (history made), Djokovic’s career Slam (history not made), Murray’s becoming the first Brit to win Wimbledon since 1936 (nope). Even Federer’s thirty-first birthday was seen as historic, according to a certain fan site: ‘God is too an imaginative word, rather I would call him a ‘Prophet’ / Someday the prophet will make Tennis the most loved sport, I bet.’ The language of ‘bravery and heart’ was applied particularly to Murray, whose loss to Federer in the Wimbledon final was vindicated first with Olympic gold, and then with a victory over Djokovic in the U.S. Open final. With Andy Roddick’s retirement during the Open, we were also treated to any number slow-motion montages of the American’s days in the sun. (Even Roddick remarked during one interview how moving those montages can be.)
“Magazine writing doesn’t do montage well. Instead, we’ve lately gotten storylines, and sometimes whole stories, that explore the quasimetaphysical existence of what has been variously called, among other things, ‘the kinesthetic sense’ (David Foster Wallace on Federer) and ‘physical genius’ (John Jeremiah Sullivan on the Williams sisters)—the very thing slow-motion replay is meant to reveal on television.”
—Scott Korb on the art of the sports profile.

theparisreview:

“Sports broadcasters are guiltier these days than sportswriters of the ‘grand metaphor’ approach where tennis is concerned. Following the major tournaments this summer on television, I’ve heard again and again of the history about to be made: Raphael Nadal’s seventh French championship (history made), Djokovic’s career Slam (history not made), Murray’s becoming the first Brit to win Wimbledon since 1936 (nope). Even Federer’s thirty-first birthday was seen as historic, according to a certain fan site: ‘God is too an imaginative word, rather I would call him a ‘Prophet’ / Someday the prophet will make Tennis the most loved sport, I bet.’ The language of ‘bravery and heart’ was applied particularly to Murray, whose loss to Federer in the Wimbledon final was vindicated first with Olympic gold, and then with a victory over Djokovic in the U.S. Open final. With Andy Roddick’s retirement during the Open, we were also treated to any number slow-motion montages of the American’s days in the sun. (Even Roddick remarked during one interview how moving those montages can be.)

“Magazine writing doesn’t do montage well. Instead, we’ve lately gotten storylines, and sometimes whole stories, that explore the quasimetaphysical existence of what has been variously called, among other things, ‘the kinesthetic sense’ (David Foster Wallace on Federer) and ‘physical genius’ (John Jeremiah Sullivan on the Williams sisters)—the very thing slow-motion replay is meant to reveal on television.”

Scott Korb on the art of the sports profile.

(via bndwgns)

Albums of note - Part 1

It can be hard to remember what albums I liked back in January when November rolls around, so periodic notations help me remember. I’ve heard some new stuff, but these are the albums I think I’ll be listening to all year.

So far, the year has started off nicely. The first few are absolute keepers…I’m just getting acquainted witht this new Heartless Bastards, so happy to have new stuff from them.

Schoolboy Q - Habits & Contradictions
Cloud Nothings - Attack on Memory
Heartless Bastards - Arrow
Tennis - Young & Old
Hospitality - Hospitality
Dr. Dog - Be The Void
Shearwater - Animal Joy Punch Brothers - Who’s Feeling Young Now?

Haha…So one of my old tennis players from when I coached JV tennis two years ago is in a band. I didn’t realize it until I finally paid attention to all of the random invites these band folks send out on FB.

Anyway, I went to listen to them just now. And it’s really good low-fi, surf-pop jangly awesomeness. How one makes surf pop from Denver is anyone’s guess. But they’re doing it. And just to make you feel even worse, these kids are in high school still. 

I guess when a kid is a sophomore and listens to better music to you, he should be in a band. Anyway, check it out. It’s sort of a lo-fi kiddie pop mixture of Tennis and the All Girl Summer Fun Band.

They were named “best Denver band still in high school” and they’re opening for the B-52s (THAT SHOW IS LIKE $80 for GA), opening for Tennis next month and have already opened for a bunch of bands that I can’t even remember right now. 

If we had to peg a certain sound to this four-song EP, we’d probably say something like Black Tambourine meets the Vaselines with a touch of surf, like a lot of garage-pop these days. That’s not a bad thing, because for all the chances SAUNA gives itself to sound like anything else, it would rather just sit back and play songs in earnest