It’ll be the same without you
Mistakes were made
Baby, I know what you’re thinking
Compulsively yours
Yoko’s in the band
Like someone in love
We’re all in this alone
The big letdown
Molly, please stop touching me
This is the band’s site, and this is the sad sad news.
This photo is of me in the bedroom holding the album that the National released this week. The National is a band that chooses words well. The quote below is from an article in the New York Times.
Researchers have found that the human brain has a natural affinity for narrative construction. People tend to remember […]
Hey, so Tuesday night (at 9 p.m.) my Chicago friends Jack Flash and Gretta Fine bring their band Bang! Bang! to the 15th Street Tavern in Denver. They call Bang! Bang! “sex rock,” but it’s more like glam-lick rock.
I’ve followed Bang! Bang! since they started — at first because they were friends, and now […]
Bruce Springsteen’s Nebraska is one of my favorite albums. I had heard he recorded Born in the U.S.A. for that album, but it didn’t make the cut. The only way that song made sense on Nebraska was its lyrics, and that puzzle stuck around until last month, when I found the Nebraska version of Born […]
Update: Found a new reason for happy: I found the mp3 of the cover of Paul Simon’s Graceland by Casiotone for the Painfully Alone. It’s superb, one of the best “make it your own”-type covers I know.
I don’t know how many non-corporate music-radio stations are left (besides college radio). I do know I never liked country as much as I do now that I know 98.1 FM. It broadcasts out of Galax, Virginia, right over the state line. In the evenings, from 6 to 10 p.m., they have this “Blue […]
I trusted two, I don’t remember why. I bought Spiritualized’s “Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space” and Yo La Tengo’s “I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One,” one from Music Millenium and the other from Everyday Music (both in Portland). Those were significant music decisions to me, and those are great albums. […]
And it happened today. Birdmonster’s last track on the album “No Midnight.” It’s called Spaceman, it starts off pop-rocky and ends with this ridiculous hand-clap earnest-acoustic 3-minute outro with lyrics like ‘pretty spacemen all in a row-oh-oh.’
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