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  • Bright Eyes at Bass Concert Hall

    15. Mai. 2007, 8:18

  • driving away music

    7. Apr. 2007, 9:51

    an american boy who needs open road
    to think and sing and laugh and scream
    the lyrics of bands he will see one day
    on a concert stage in streaming light
    but not the night he is hardly breathing
    a voice into the air. for hands
    to scrape solar blades, that would be
    the day when no light pokes through
    glass windowpanes and cause a pain
    for eyes to squint at the hills that pass
    by like notes between fingers in stuffy
    hallway mazes. the warrens are growing
    their towers as roses in a garden, but
    they are hardly anything worth gazing
    at longer than a match burns into nothing.
    and nothing is how everything feels
    at this very time. i apologize
    apologize.

    i need good driving music
  • Well fuck, let's start the cult

    24. Mär. 2007, 22:59

    I think we all know what I mean.

    YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY?!
  • My letter to Red Hunter via Myspace

    12. Mär. 2007, 7:12

    Dear Red Hunter of Peter and the Wolf
    I've come to inquire about a shirt,
    One that is filled with love and dragons,
    One that would never cause hurt.

    I saw it posted on the merch booth
    At the Grizzly Bear concert long ago,
    (Well, about a week, to tell the truth)
    And you would not let it go.

    So I'm wondering if you can recreate
    A similar design to that dear shirt,
    One that is filled with love and dragons,
    One that would never cause hurt.

    -ryan murphy

    (i hope whoever reads this is not a robot)
  • Peter and the Wolf inspires those days in the treetops

    4. Mär. 2007, 22:58

    March to the top, and hold a glass near the whistling kettle. Make sure the steaming water falls clear to the bottom, pooling in bursting bubbles that reflect the contours of all those cast aside in the pale rays of the setting moonlight. I've tried to drive all the gears into the ocean, hoping a pile of rubble could somehow form the overcoats for us to get lost in, but plains are hard to tackle down when the corporate fences shed their shadows over ever single blade of grass.

    Peter and the Wolf is wonderful folk music. It is soft and mellow, reflective and poetic -- it examines past relationships with a nostalgic tone, rather than with trite angst. Red Hunter's baritone voice can sing lullabyes with its tender vibrations, and coupled with his soothing guitar picking, it makes a good listen for when you want to crawl into bed sheets and fade away into sleep or drive aimlessly around the city. "Safe Travels" gently opens with maracas and a jangling acoustic guitar, and continues with the "aahs" that add to the dreaminess of the album. "Silent Movies" comes at the end, exploring the curiousity people feel after a relationship as they wonder if the little things still remind them of their past significant other.Peter and the Wolf
  • In our baby blue sedans

    27. Feb. 2007, 23:28

    Luck is a marker dancing on my balcony door.
    It's so hard to look back like the world was a kaleidoscope.
    I'll check the temperature and change my appearance,
    Check the floorboards and make sure nobody is below;
    The underground is always more intriguing,
    Maybe even boring, but all the organs are still there.

    It is almost the end of something,
    The start of the finale.
    Combing my hair like tomorrow really gives a damn--
    Just suits, and ties to hang ourselves from in cubicle space.
    I hope there is still a trace of this place
    When everything else has gone to waste;
    I'd like to think some trees stand forever,
    Some rivers never really run dry,
    Even under the weight of gravity and people.

    Baby Blue Sedan
  • Oh No! Oh My!

    20. Feb. 2007, 3:34

    Sat 17 Feb – Oh No! Oh My!, Evangelicals, White Denim, Abby Birds


    Oh No! Oh My! doesn't have a pretentious stage performance; they don't try to evoke epileptic seizures with an ongoing strobe lights, or dress in eccentric clothing as if they just left the Austin fashion runway. Instead, they please the audience with their intimacy, with their ability to make everyone around feel apart of their band. They sing songs that are light-hearted and fun, stretching out on ideas and themes that many people can access without the music being trite--okay, so they make wonderful pop music.

    The concert started with "Skip the Foreplay," which seemed appropriate enough since that is the opening song on their cd. Following, several songs sounded unfamiliar, perhaps from demos not on their disc, but they still maintained the normal spirited feeling their music inspires. "Jane is Fat" sounded even better live, especially the ending of the song. Of course, they ended with "Farewell to All My Friends," which left me with just the right closure.

    Another notable aspect of their performance was when their drummer Joel took center stage to sing the hit song "I Am Not A Monster" from his side project, Bear Parade. I could have used an encore.

    Overall, the performance was great, but could anyone expect something different from a band that even on their cd sounds like all their band members are sitting around a campfire, united by their singing. My only complaint is that they didn't play "Oh Be One" from the Jolly Rogers demo. Oh well.
  • Preferences

    17. Dez. 2006, 2:04

    I was sitting in Robert's dorm while placing music on Katelyn's iPod and thinking about music. Thinking about how certain bands are more enjoyable than others. Some singers are impersonal, droning, and too generic. I like when they are piercing with emotion, regardless of the quality, positive, negative, indifferent (sort of oxymoronic). Some music is too similar, it blends as a big garbled song that shows no variety. I like when the instrumentalists can maintain a general sound but keep diversity in the song structure.
  • Ben Gibbard, to where have you roamed?

    15. Dez. 2006, 21:31

    When listening to the last part of You Can Play These Songs With Chords, it is almost like the music from the mid-90s in Northwestern America can be felt. Each somber and softly played melody infuses
    with glowing imagery of rooms where the sunlight breaks through dusty blinds, where nothing inside seems completely concrete and all the possible details of life are saturated from the intruding beams.


    "Wait" is different, it is the sort of cheery flow that seems almost surreal when placed with the other songs. It is more upbeat, and expresses human interaction; how everyone to a certain degree is similar and "sometimes we all get left behind in a race of style" with our need for belonging.

    "Army Corps of Architects" could probably be the best ending. It isn't a simple montage of the overriding theme of helplessness and desolation, but rather a reflective piece where Gibbard simply states "so bring the discrepancies, I'll pour the drinks," and explores the need to express past faults and missteps, yet still maintains perseverance with a conclusion that demands starting anew by calling "in the army corps of architects / To flatten the skyline and begin again."


    You Can Play These Songs With Chords