Wednesday, December 15, 2010
A mix of all the droning, to calm to fake smile. Listen to it on the way to mom and dad's this season.
1. Joan of Arc
4. Aphex Twin
5. Thee Oh Sees
6. Yussuf Jerusalem
7. Kurt Vile
9. Bonnie 'Prince' Billy
10. Silver Jews
11. Gerry Rafferty
12. Sonny & the Sunsets
13. Television Personalities
14. The Chills
15. Bob Dylan
16. The Clash
17. Neil Young
Thursday, November 18, 2010
The TVPs are one of those bands I'll swoon in and out of. I'm always in favor of them but sometimes more than others, and due to this my "favorite album" by them is always rotating. This is currently residing on that mantle.
There's something comforting about the delivery of these songs and the overall plaintive demeanor that I can't quite place. Surely , Dan Treacey's life story is not common knowledge, but through collections of songs like this you can certainly get the jist. His romance with misery is something to behold.
There is a weird kind of memory that these records bring on. Like a memory of something really boring.
In a good way.
I'm Not Like Everybody Else
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I know all of you think that we've been sitting at a playground drinking FourLoko for the past year, but we've been doing tons of demos, working on shit for an EP/LP that we're about to record...Now is the sharing portion of that. Let us know what you think, spread it around, play it for your mom, whatever...First one is one of our favorites, called 'Don't Grow'.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
A record made by a dude and his younger brother in Chicago that makes me smile every single time.
Incredibly musical, clever, and well played. Something that should be a cult hit and for some godforsaken reason has gone relatively unnoticed. If this is what lo-fi actually sounded like, it would be something to get behind.
get all Chris' stuff at www.chrisligon.net. Hope he's not mad I'm posting this.
Oh! What a Day!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Kids over at Ongakubaka turned me on to this. It's great. I couldn't be more bored with this bullshit where everyone tries to sound like Safe As Milk and totally blows it, but these guys seem to have a worthwhile perspective on it. There's some obvious stompers, and there's some definite middling songs...but hey, dudes, the wheel is the wheel. If you're going to claim you've made a huge improvement on it, it should still at least roll.
This does. Get it.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
He is a background to a music.
we're gonna get married
P.S. this one has a password because I stole the link from another blog...so...thanks to Record Fiend
the password is:
I encourage you guys to go over there and scope what they have.
Plenty of you ingrates consider Donovan a wash-out hippie because you all take Bob Dylan too seriously. Dylan was a prick, and yeah, Donovan is a traveler on the flake train....but.....there comes a moment where you need to think a bit outside of the Dylan-esque idea of what is relevant.
Donovan is a fucking beacon. This record smashes. John Carr's drumming is very reminiscent of another famous drummer named John who, at one time, was almost the battery for Donovan in another band...(read: John Bonham). Mike Thomson's bass playing is psychotic and rambling in the best possible ways, which brings us to the man himself.
This is by far Donovan's most lucid dream and most complete expression. After leaving the U.S. to return to England and assemble the Open Road band, Donovan found the freedom of working in a post-Mickie Most world. This, and his next record (HMS Donovan) show an artist who still eats granola, but no longer believes it is all he has to talk about.
Donovan haters....go die.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I play the guitar, I taught myself how to play the guitar, which was a bad decision... because I didn't know how to play it, so I was a shitty teacher. I would never have went to me.
- Mitch Hedberg
I really, really think that this guy was incredible.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Dream Song 14
BY JOHN BERRYMAN
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no
Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
thanks to decrepitapes.blogspot.com
Monday, February 8, 2010
Infidels but pretty creepy shit. I like it a bunch.
Spun from a cloth so weird it could cripple the ShamWow. Ayers is a beauty. Nico chimes in on 'Oyster and the Flying Fish' and it's pretty great. Sure, there's a couple minutes of backwards noise on here that's pretty un-listenable but what have you done recently? 'Lunatic's Lament' is seriously unforgettable, the end part of Rheinhardt & Geraldine (called 'Colores') is pretty epic too.