I've never been able to listen to a Jandek album all the way through. It's jarring and noisy stuff, and I like jarring and noisy stuff. But it's not just the atonal noodlings and rhythmic miscarriages that leave me exasperated, frustrated, drained, even depressed, but the emotional nakedness, the brittle honesty in the songs. It's a lonely, sometimes scary music, childlike in a lot of ways, if the child was a precocious hyperactive shut-in. An intriguing, unique artist. Funny thing is no one knows anything about the man: who he is, where he's from (although Houston would be a good guess), his philosophy of music, his philosophy of life, his favorite color...anything. Which makes him the perfect subject for a documentary, Jandek on Corwood. You can see the 2 min. trailer here. This is definitely something I will be looking for.
pieces of tattered celluloid