My stream-of-consciousness review of Bryan Charles’ 33 1/3rd Book on Pavement’s “Wowee Zowee”

Apparently free-form, even slapdash at times, w/ no preconceived structure or trajectory, just unfolding haphazard as it may — and yet, like a Pavement tune, it ends up just where it’s supposed to, albeit unexpectedly, the pay-off beyond all expectation. And what a cool, weird, boring, scintillating, sideways trip it was in getting there. In a word, organic. Like experience itself, a mix of best intentions, wayward desires, messy preambles & unconscious defeats that are nevertheless… victories in the long run? ‘We’ll never really know, will we?’ — Malkmus’ wink-wink vision, so damn close to the truth.