All those years we've shared a mutual love for Pavement, Slanted And Enchanted has just been an afterthought for me. It wasn't one of the first ones I listened to, and it wasn't one of my favorites, mostly because I found it to be much more raw and less accessible. And since I was thoroughly obsessed with Crooked Rain and Wowee Zowee, I never felt the need to go back and try to get into it. But I never gave it much of a chance, I guess. To be honest, I probably only listened to it once—maybe twice—all the way through. I'm willing to admit it might be the most overlooked album of my college days, easily. I've been going back to it lately and realizing its genius more and more each time. Fuck. Tracks 2 and 4 destroy me, and it keeps going.
I'm sorry. All those times you raved about this album, I was listening to Crooked Rain and felt like we were on the same page. Obviously both are great, but I never gave Slanted the time it deserved. It is legend. Now I understand the true extent of how much it influenced, and not just their own later albums.
Thanks for sharing this. As you know, the Slanted v. Crooked debate is as old as indie rock itself. The general argument for Crooked as the better of the two typically cites Slanted as a blueprint and Crooked as the fully-realized album Pavement was striving for in its nascent state. I'd agree with this argument, but it reminds me a lot of the Godfather v. Godfather II argument. While Godfather II might be the better movie, much of its impact is due to the backstory provided in Part I. It's difficult to appreciate Al Pacino's rise to godfatherhood in Part II without first understanding his stepping up to familial responsibility in Part I. It was a role he was surprisingly thrust into, yet he embraces every aspect of it once the stick has passed.
That being said, I will always prefer Slanted over Crooked. What I admire most is the sheer rawness of it. As a very radio-impressionable teen (as we all were), I picked up my first Rolling Stone at age 16. It was covering bands that I knew and liked, of course, but a few words appeared quite frequently in reviews and interviews. These were "indie," "Pavement," and, not surprisingly, the album we are discussing. I don't know why I didn't Napster the album, but I suppose it was some sort of fate at work that I did not. I visited the now-defunct Warehouse Music near the entrance of the local mall, and I headed straight for the P section. There it was, that red cover, looking like either purposeful graffiti or a budgetary art-piece. It didn't matter.
I put it in the CD deck of my '87 Cutlass Ciera, and I drove. And I was confused. It sounded like my friends had recorded something in their bathroom. But its power was undeniable. To go from listening to the radio to listening to Slanted And Enchanted at age 16 was nothing short of mindblowing. I questioned everything I had heard before it, and I had no idea what to do. It was a lot like losing my virginity, that first time hearing Slanted. I was completely lost and completely in love. So as much as I appreciate Crooked, there's just too much mental magic tied to Slanted. And isn't that what it's all about in the end?