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Thursday, October 7, 2010
I have always had a love for our friends in the Great White North. From Rick Moranis to Neil Young to Alan Thicke, there is constantly positive influence flowing from Canada. And their Smarties are far and away better than American Smarties.
The most recent influx of goodness from Canada comes in the form of troubadour Dan Mangan, and his sophomore full length, Nice, Nice, Very Nice. The title comes out of Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, and the poem helps contextualize the raw, rooted album;
Dan Mangan- The Indie Queens are Waiting
Posted by Kathleen T at 7:19 AM
Sunday, September 5, 2010
I love this song.
It's full of rich storytelling, unbelievably heart wrenching honesty, and absolutely knock out melodic beauty.
I like songs that aren't new that always sound it.
If you don't know the enormously talented, precocious young Laura Marling, please listen to her March release, I Speak Because I Can. One of my favorite albums of the year thus far. And she remains in my list of favorite songstresses, as highlighted by this song that is off her 2007 release, Alas I Cannot Swim. Now go enjoy your night!
I love the live video, and the recorded track. Maybe you should, too.
Laura Marling [feat. Marcus Mumford]- Ghosts
Posted by Kathleen T at 6:35 PM
Friday, September 3, 2010
I woke up in a messy mood today. The day just called for me to not brush my hair, and to shake around with air drums and air guitar to music full of bare foot, grinning feeling.
I am very happy I was called back to Slow Animal, the New Jersey duo that pumps out spacious, echoing, grimy rock that conjures images of boys learning to play guitar for the first time and realizing all the cool noises they could make.
I'm very excited they have released their 7" of the following video's track, "theFUNsun", along with the equally jaggedly catching song "Saturday Mourning." Hurry up and get it, there are limited quantities. Meanwhile, let down your hair, open the blinds, and go wild. No one's watching...(except maybe your neighbor with all those Chia pets in the window).
theFUNsun- Slow Animal
Posted by Kathleen T at 12:11 PM
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I was told when I was a little girl, all done in pigtails and pink shorts, that I should be gracious.
That I should be nice.
Should be forgiving.
Should be kind.
But there are those times in life... the times when someone or something just spits in your face and punches you in the nose, and maybe breaks a couple ribs, and you're left laying in the dirt staring into the bleak infinity and thinking...
Well fuck this.
And it needs the Fuck.
It's a song about reclaiming anger in a way that the quiet singer songwriters that I so love just can't do sometimes. Sometimes I want to let myself revel in the soulful injustice of it all. And Cee-Lo (as you would expect from the other half of Gnarls Barkley) does it in the catchiest way you could imagine. You know what this liberating, sunny, angry song tells me?
I don't have to want the right thing all the time!
We don't have to be so damn graceful about the things that just frankly suck.
It's OK to be a sore loser.
But most importantly; rejection doesn't always need to be so uncomfortably pathetic.
I love Cee-Lo's declarations in this song, so blunt, so often hilarious, and so in the moment:
And though there's pain in my chest
I still wish you the best
With a "Fuck you"
Ooo ooo ooo
This song does not break any musical barriers. It's not awash in sentimentality (on the surface at least), and it doesn't beg for me to overanalyze it. So I won't. I'll just be happy I relate to something so visceral and human. And I'll play it again. Right now.
Posted by Kathleen T at 12:01 PM
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
"A Dark Haired Girl Tries to Seduce a Piano Player"
by Ian FrancisSometimes Damien Rice is too much for me.
To much digging, too much burrowing into the emotion steeped parts of me that I guard with flinching possessiveness, like day old yellowing bruises.
But I was caught today, thanks to the suggestion from the musically clairvoyant Heather, by a b-side off the 9 Crimes Single, "Rat Within the Grain."
Rice sings about this helpless, most likely hopeless, love that he circles around with building, repressed resentment and barely disguised brokenness.
What kills me is his blank honesty. But it's not a hopeful honesty, not like he's singing to someone on the verge of coming back. It's like he is singing to her back as she leaves, resigned to being forgotten, knowing something has died and he has no more power, and still almost tenderly reassuring the deaf ears;
I wouldn’t want you to want
to be wanted by me
I wouldn’t want you to worry
you’d be drowned within my sea
I only wanted to be wonderful,
in wonderful is true, in truth
I only really wanted to be wanted by you
The powerlessness is what gets me, and knocks the wind out of me with every turn of phrase that brings the lovely melody around to the disarmingly relatable conclusion that he can't do anything to keep things how he wants. And then his anger and self deprecation come careening through. He teeters on the edge of hating her and loathing himself for caring.
So go play with your piano
And write a mediocre song
About the shell of mediocrity
And pretend there’s nothing wrong
I never thought
You where a chicken shit
I never thought of you at all
Until you asked me to be part of it
And now you're showing me your wall
It's an all too human and real story of caring, of holding on, and of watching someone break your heart and walk away.
What I love and appreciate so often is that Rice seems to bring us to his stories at their close, leaving us to insert our own storylines and letting us join him on the dark stage watching the backs recede out of the theatre.
Tonight this song is on repeat, as though listening to the end of something can somehow push forward to the beginning of something else.
Rat Within the Grain- Damien Rice
Posted by Kathleen T at 9:27 PM
Saturday, July 31, 2010
July closes for me with a sense of wistful longing for summer to slow down. The dripping honey sunsets melt too quickly. The mornings dawn hot and sticky and full of promise. The promise of a work day. My work schedules come out too late to plan for any adventure bigger than riding my bicycle to the top of a big hill and breathing in the breeze.
However, good things are always all around. My July didn't end up being the rambling month of shenanigans I had hoped, but I experienced so many moments of greatness it's impossible to feel anything but a reflective peace and satisfaction.
The music that is closing July so very gently with me is some long awaited new material (what they call a "little summer breeze of a taster") from that properly stupendous British sextet, The Bees.
Laden with folk harmonies that lovingly embrace sunshine tinged finger picking, this single feels like one of the many walks I take in the early summer morning before blistering heat. Like I could walk by a tunnel and see and hear this band of bees banging so gently on some overturned trash barrels and singing, echoing and shivering around the diffused morning light.
I like this a lot. I very much hope more news comes out soon about their forthcoming release.
(Hey...did you notice how I didn't make any jokes about the buzz The Bees are generating with this new track??)
(I think I'm more mature than I used to be.)
Posted by Kathleen T at 7:17 PM