Well, moving onwards.
My fingers have been rambling over the keyboard all day today...
And have come up with no coherence whatsoever. Hence the new header. Photoshop comes easier than word-fashioning sometimes. Anyway, here's my music of the week.
Rosie Thomas- These Friends of Mine
It's the title track off the album that she produced with buddies Denison Whitmer and Sufjan Stevens, and I'm not going to get all Spin/Pitchfork-like and start name dropping like a fiend, but whatever...it's beautiful. It helps me see the rising sun as a friend laced with harmonies and promises of paths to come instead of a nuisance trying to destroy my much loved sleep. Rosie's voice has never been more stripped down and intimate, and the backing vocals are never too much.
Badly Drawn Boy- The Shining
I sort of debated just putting all of the album, The Hour of Bewilderbeast, up because it's one of those dusty, forgotten favorites that was in my car for a long time and then only existed when I started humming it to myself (or those in direct proximity). But, just like a good habit, I picked it back up again and can't stop enjoying. As I read somewhere once, it's "all killer, no filler." And, you know me, I can't resist cello opening a song up right. And throwing in some non-overwhelming horns...perfection.
The album opens with this song, making me long for a sun soaked late summer day with deep orange sunsets and warm breezes, right before the crickets get in tune for a night of glow-in-the-dark frolf/ultimate and grass stained toes. Way to go Damon Gough, you've captured me once more.
Stephen Malkmus- Freeze the Saints
I can't really more deeply explain my loyalty to Stephen Malkmus, besides the fact that Pavement has been in my top bands for a long time now. But this week I've been more partial to a more recent release of his, Face the Truth. It's his third solo album, and I appreciate it mostly because it's the first one where he really seems to be going in a distinctly non-Pavement direction. He clings to Pig Lib I think in songs like No More Shoes, but lyrically he captures me at the most unexpected moments in this album. I find this particular song to be the most outwardly listenable, but Face the Truth hits me with different things every time I listen.
Jump, Little Children- Young America
Such a rollicking fun band from the 90s! This is off their 2004 release, Between the Dim and the Dark. I can't say it's a monumental work of musical genius, but who cares? It's just a fun album, and I literally...bop along to the songs. I pull out some steering wheel drumming, and even steering wheel guitar (the finger grooves as frets). Will she walk on the razor's edge?/Or be lost when she burns the bridge?/Will she take what I gave her on her way?/Young America's waiting
Uh oh...not politics!
And lastly, because I do have to admit I relived an early teenage favorite for the whole drive to and from Boulder this week...
Sunny Day Real Estate- Pheurton Skeurto
Would everyone stop calling them emo? It brings images of drawn on tears and meekly played power chords. Jeremy Enigk deserves more. SDRE deserves more! Aw shoot, I can't pretend Diary isn't a thoroughly bitter album, but so was Mozart. If anyone can be called the "grandfather of emo," it is the man who wrote the requiem for his own death. Well, Sunny Day was my 90s flashback of the week. KBCO was reliving the early 90s this week and I halfway crossed my fingers to hear Jeremy's emoting voice stuck in between Hootie and the Blowfish and U2, but it's hard to transition that with proper song transitioning etiquette, huh?
St. Patty's day celebration tomorrow up in Boulder! I wonder how many red-headed hippies there could possibly be...
2 comments:
Probably not a lot of ging hippies. There will be ginges, and there will be hippies, but there is not much overlap.
Sadly.
Why what and adorable little baby!
Have a fantastic time up yar...I hope you get hit on by a bunch of pale dark irish kids.
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