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#1281: Dinosaur Jr. – Start Choppin’

I’ve written about a Dinosaur Jr. song once before. Years ago. That was for ‘Feel the Pain’. I want to say that was the first one by the band that I’d heard ever. And today’s number, ‘Start Choppin’, was the second. Both I found in almost identical circumstances. Sat on my behind in front of the television watching MTV2. Couldn’t remember what year exactly ‘Start Choppin’ was laid upon eyes exactly. I do recall feeling, again, very much like ‘Feel the Pain’, like I had heard the song before in an advert or something. The guitar trill J Mascis pulls off behind the falsetto “goodbye”s sounded very, very familiar. But if that wasn’t the case and my mind was just playing tricks on me, here was another song by that Dinosaur Jr. band that sounded just as good the last one to the young kid I was back then.

What I think the song details is a narrator’s frustration with a relationship they’re involved in that’s clearly on its last legs. Mascis dryly sings about feeling “so numb” that he “can’t even react”, wishing the other person would let things go and wondering if they’re listening to a word he’s saying. And yet, despite the dissatisfaction, the narrator is still too attached and isn’t ready to walk out – probably worried at the thought of being alone. There’s a definite tension threaded within the lyrics, between the two people in this relationship and I guess in the mental conversation the narrator’s having with themselves. And what better way to symbolise it than with not one but two blazing guitar solos? All distorted and wailing, they’re massive in sound among the crunching rhythm parts. Really aid in capturing the anguish. The music video fades the second solo out much earlier. Even I remember my young self thinking, “That solo definitely goes on longer on the actual CD.” And it does, I might even embed the whole thing at the end, just for the hell it.

‘…Choppin’ is the second song on the band’s 1993 album Where You Been. What I’ve always thought cool about that album is how most of the song titles on there can be used as an answer or addendum to the question posed by the album. Like, “Where you been?” “Oh, out there.” Or here, “Where you been? Start choppin’!” Like you’re being told to start preparing food or something. The song only has its name because the version of the album is made by splices of different takes of the track pasted together, to which songwriter J Mascis remarked the song title while all this was going on. The title appears nowhere in the lyrics, but I couldn’t imagine it being named anything else. It was released as the album’s second single, after ‘Get Me’ was released as the first. And that’s a great tune too. I only heard it for the first time in 2018, so it can’t get a post here. But if it could have, it would have.

My iPod #364: Dinosaur Jr. – Feel the Pain

“Feel the Pain” is a track I swear I’d heard in an advert somewhere, way before I actually saw its music video on the television one day. As I witnessed J Mascis and Mike Johnson play golf using what appears to be the whole of Lower Manhattan as their golf course, the guitar phrases between each verse sounded very familiar. Wherever I had heard it before – which I’m starting to think I didn’t as time goes on – at least I knew who the music was performed by.

The track is the opener to Dinosaur Jr.’s 1994 album “Without a Sound”, one where Mascis handled most of the instrumentation after the drummer and bassist left. He does a good job though. After a few seconds of what sounds like something being plugged in (or sucked out?) of something else, the actual track starts slowly with the main riff panning from one ear to the other. Mascis lazily slurs out the song’s main refrain during the quiet parts, and volume rises during the breaks where the guitars go wild. In the last few lines, a guitar solo begins under J Mascis waiting for the correct time to leap in and really get to work. The last line finishes, and straight after he bursts one out that I can only nod my head to in appreciation. And whip out some air guitar.