Some Cold Advice About A Few Things

Pavement “Heaven Is A Truck” (Live in Cologne, 1996)

I have spent two thirds of my life wishing I could be more like Stephen Malkmus. I want his style and grace. I want everything I do to seem loose and casual, but always brilliant and perfectly composed. I want to indicate great emotion and meaning with small gestures and oblique phrases. Wanting to be more like him has served me well in a lot of ways, but it’s an impossible standard. This guy has so much style that it’s wasted.

I don’t think you can fully understand what Pavement was without listening to live recordings, and few of them have been made commercially available. The records present the songs quite well, but on stage there was a strange alchemy in the personalities and far more space for inspired improvisation. This is also where the personality of the drummers asserted themselves – when Gary Young was in the zone (as on the Brixton show included on Slanted & Enchanted: Luxe & Reduxe), he hit with a force and urgency that nudged the band closer to the intensity of Nirvana. Steve West, his replacement, was more relaxed and groovy, and highlighted Malkmus’ fluidity and swing.

You can really hear that in this recording of “Heaven Is A Truck,” which as far as I’m concerned is the definitive version of the song. This take has the chill feeling of the studio recording but it’s a little less plodding. Westy’s pocket here is so loose that it’s baggy, but it’s perfect for the tune – everything just sorta floats along, and the slackness of it all makes my body ease up like I’ve been shot with a muscle relaxant. It’s a quick remedy for a weird mood, which is why I’ve listened to so much of this and other live Pavement tracks over the past few days. You can tell yourself to chill out, but sometimes you need to just induce it.

“Heaven Is A Truck” is a California song, and obviously, a driving song. I can’t relate to that, so I’ve always heard it more as a strange sort of love song that’s not really about another person so much as the feeling left in their wake. Malkmus’ words are certain but ambiguous, every other line is about subjective reality. The most evocative line in the song – “I know arks can’t fly, I know that sharks they don’t have wings” – is a declaration of what he does not believe. He sings about a woman with reverence, but it’s unclear whether or not he’s being affectionate. For every line that suggests he knows exactly what’s going on, the tone suggests he hasn’t actually figured out how he feels. So many songs are about processed emotion, but a song like this is more like just letting yourself linger in a feeling before you can start to define it.

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