tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19745386717749053682024-03-05T04:21:22.007-04:00Pianos Filled With FlamesAn mp3 blog about music, life and everything in between, made by a college hipster with nothing better to do then comment about music he likes for people he probably doesn't know.Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-83419106054057819562009-11-14T22:08:00.002-04:002009-11-14T22:39:12.062-04:00With your mother<a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/84279_pbnya/04%20cape%20cod%20kwassa%20kwassa.mp3">Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa - Vampire Weekend</a><br /><br />Dear Mom and Dad:<br /><br />College is really fun! Since I got here I've made lots of new friends. We've been kept very busy by our professors with homework. I've never written so many essays in my life! It's all good, though, because I do love my classes. The food is surprisingly good, too. The cafeteria is always making fresh, hot food. Spirits are high! Even the vampires can't keep us down.<br /><br />Love,<br />Christopher<br /><br /><br /><br />Dear Mom and Dad:<br /><br />Thanks for your response, it was nice to here back from you. We just finished our midterms, and they were very hard. It was a good thing I studied hard for them. Only 2 of my friends have been bitten, so that's been fortunate. Still loving it here.<br /><br />Love,<br />Christopher<br /><br /><br /><br />Dear Mom and Dad:<br /><br />I got in a scuffle the other day. I got cut, but I'm not sure if it was as bite. Not even sure if it was a vampire, so It's likely no big deal. Your Christmas present was amazing, the laptop was such a surprise! Anyway, nothing else really new over here.<br /><br />Love you,<br />Christopher<br /><br /><br /><br />Dear Mr. and Mrs. McTennant:<br /><br />Your son Christopher was demonstrating strange behaviour. Upon examination, it was found Christopher had been affected by Violent Advanced Porphyria. We are sorry for your loss.<br /><br />Regards,<br />St. Joseph's Boarding School<br /><br />[The song is from Vampire Weekend's self titled debut, out on <a href="http://shop.xlrecordings.com/artist/%7Evampireweekend/?browsing=v">XL</a>.]Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-84826741384231672862009-10-31T16:35:00.005-04:002009-12-21T22:54:49.997-04:00Stick Up for Yourself, Son<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designworklife.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/dopludo_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.designworklife.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/dopludo_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I'd like to start today off by pointing out how pissed I am that Marshall beat me to posting that Sleigh Bells song yesterday, but it's so crushing and dense that any potential readers need to download that shit. It's like being Emperor Nero while Rome is burning. Sleigh Bells don't give a shit what you think.<br /><br />Ambling Alp - Yeasayer (link taken down by request)<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://hypem.com/search/ambling%20alp/1/">Ambling Alp on The Hype Machine</a><br /><div><div><br />Running running running. Over the mountains, through the trees, across rivers and lakes, into caves, across roads and highways. The world can be an unfair place sometimes. I occasionally pause to drink from the glaciers, running can be tiring. I see the Northern Lights and frolic with the penguins. I've seen the Taj Mahal and the Kremlin. I keep running. I've been told to slow down, but there's just so much still to see.<br /><br />[Song is from Yeasayer's upcoming album Odd Blood, due out on <a href="http://www.secretlycanadian.com/">Secretly Canadian</a>. Photo is from <a href="http://ffffound.com/image/d66894195d4c9f2e287d788ed1891f81b3044f3b">ffffound</a>.]</div></div></div>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-11877772466773634162009-10-29T19:18:00.003-04:002009-10-29T19:41:16.420-04:00good shit - round 2Here are a few songs ive been spinning lately<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?gmeqzqyjmzm">Best Coast - Up All Night</a><br />fuzzed out, and sweet. another great song from best coast. This song is good for soundtracking the late nights.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ynyzrd2mjym">Arthur Russell - Come to Life</a><br />This song has a summery feeling of sitting around in a field. Beautiful backing vocals bring the 60s folk vibe over the top. Great song, just released as split single with CANT (Chris Taylor of Grizzly Bear)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?wlunyv4mnow">Big Boi - Shine Blockas (feat. Gucci Mane)</a><br />Another song off Big Boi's upcoming <i>Sir Lucious Left Foot: The Son of Chico Dusty. </i>I don't know too much about Gucci Mane but if he keeps making beats and guest appearances like on this song, i have a feeling he's got a future.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?qvnjdo3gody">Sleigh Bells - Crown to the Ground </a><br />Distorted screaming guitar - check<br />Huge drums - check<br />Sweet poppy vocals under it all - check<br /><br />this song rules<br /><br />Well that is all for now, until next time, this has been good shit with marshall<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Marshallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019854458340880152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-27737106083613096902009-10-24T15:32:00.004-04:002009-10-25T17:27:21.810-04:00I have not yet been home tonight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foundphotos.net/images/FoundPhotos/archives/archive110/photo-006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.foundphotos.net/images/FoundPhotos/archives/archive110/photo-006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/77961_q4sti/DoKashiteru%20-%20Home%20Tonight.mp3">Home Tonight (ft. Colin Mutchler) - DoKashiteru</a><br /><br />I'm sitting on my roof right now, wondering where the hell the day went. It seems like 5 minutes ago I was rolling out of bed, head pounding from yet another drunk night. I got up to make coffee, and the rest of the day is kind of a blur.<br /><br />I actually don't remember most of the events from today, but I remember the feelings associated with them.<br /><br />I recall, in the morning, feeling hazy. Everything passed by like time lapse photography. Actually, my entire day felt like that, but I digress.<br /><br />There was a distinct feeling of hopelessness at one point. I don't remember why, but it was there. It must've passed, I suppose.<br /><br />There was some elation in there. I think Rebecca was with me at the time, which would explain it. Rebecca always makes me feel happy.<br /><br />I remember a stuttery feeling. It's tough to explain, but I felt stuck for a while. No sooner did it start, however, than it left.<br /><br />Around 5 or 6 my moods got more abstract. I'd begin to feel like a photograph, or like a sound wave. I felt like clay, or I'd feel digital.<br /><br />Now, though, I feel different. Sitting alone on my roof, music wafting out of my open window like an odor might, I feel like a human. More specifically, I feel like one human, swimming in a lake of many. I feel alone, but I can feel the existence of everyone. I know I'll never be alone.<br /><br />[The music of DoKashiteru is licensed under Creative Commons, and can be found on his <a href="http://ccmixter.org/people/DoKashiteru">ccMixter</a> page. Photo is from foundphotos.net.]Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-43428421249013702552009-10-14T15:09:00.002-04:002009-10-14T15:39:36.856-04:00Won't ever happen like this anymore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3342917515_4923210e1a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 397px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3575/3342917515_4923210e1a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/74917_y1pmi/11th%20Dimension%201.mp3">11th Dimension - Julian Casablancas</a><br /><br />Like if Captain Kirk rock jumped out of his captain's chair and busted some sick dance moves with First Officer Spock. Like if King Henry had lasers. Like if robots had hearts. Like if aliens were robots. Like if guitars were strobe lights. Like playing the drums with glowsticks. Like having a a rave in the forest. Like watching fireworks from outer space. Like if A-Ha's "Take on Me" video were coloured. Like living inside Tron. Like shaking hands with Robocop. Like sound traveling through a Stargate. Like James T. Kirk and Jean-Luc Picard starting a rock group. Like Data shedding a tear. Like an assembly robot dancing with a Model T. Like mechanical and organic fused with a light show.<br /><br />[Julian Casablancas' new solo album, Phrasez for the Young, will be released on November 3rd, and can be bought from <a href="http://www.roughtraderecords.com/juliancasablancas/2207/phrazes-for-the-young">Rough Trade</a>. Photo is from<span style="font-size:100%;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35964887@N03/">H. R. Pufnstuf</a>.]</span>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-59369613599802464832009-10-08T21:10:00.003-04:002009-10-08T21:28:20.155-04:00Are you really going to share that money?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/510490703_8040d865cf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 409px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/510490703_8040d865cf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/73562_xfxai/Oh%20No%20Forest%20Fires%20-%20New%20Cove%20Road%20Back%20Home.mp3">New Cove Road Back Home - Oh No Forest Fires</a><br /><br />The trees can cower all they want, the bushes can shrink into the ditch. The speed signs turn their heads as I pass, stop signs bow to me. Nothing can stop me now, I'm a man on the run. The pedal touches the floor, ever so lightly. I'm in control, and faster than you can hope to be. Don't even try to stop me, I'm on my own now. Barreling down the highway, the Northern lands call my name as I escape what I once called my home. Maybe Moosonee holds better things for me.<br /><br />[Oh No Forest Fires's new album <span style="font-style: italic;">The War on Geography</span> can be purchased through <a href="http://www.mymerchtable.com/store/home.php?cat=409">My Merch Table</a> for only 7 dollars (or 4 dollars for the digital copy). Photo is from <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jenaardell/">Jena Ardell</a>.]Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-22303774641803930282009-10-07T15:45:00.004-04:002009-10-08T21:31:11.377-04:00You Remain My Friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2441848472_ea6e4a07e1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2441848472_ea6e4a07e1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/73095_5tyzg/04%20Nico%20Canmore.mp3">Nico Canmore - Yukon Blonde</a><br /><br />A steady rhythm and a throbbing bassline. Whatever else happens, you'll be steady. We'll be steady. Hands clasped, a sunset drops behind us. We stand mostly in shadow, but you can make out the expression on our faces: pained, but content. "This is not the end," you say, as the camera slowly moves around us. A quick cut to our faces, camera slightly angled, with my face closer to the screen. You turn away. "I will always love you, you know that..." you say, voice breaking. You let my hand drop as you turn to walk away. I watch you leave. The camera moves and looks over my shoulder to see you walking away from the sun. There is no crying, but there is sadness. I don't resent you, I know you have to go. Our voices cry in harmony, and we will weather what may come.<br /><br />[Yukon Blonde's new EP, Everything in Everyway, can be bought from <a href="http://www.nevadorecords.com/store_yukonblonde.html">Nevado Records</a> (well, soon, hopefully) or iTunes. Photo is from <span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/_sophiarose/">Sophia Rose</a>.]<a href="http://www.nevadorecords.com/store_yukonblonde.html"><br /></a>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-79633680892670517692009-09-30T14:09:00.005-04:002009-09-30T21:47:01.681-04:00Now you can't see<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foundphotos.net/images/FoundPhotos/archives/archive109/dsci0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.foundphotos.net/images/FoundPhotos/archives/archive109/dsci0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/71064_vjwkg/08%20Happy%20Submarine.mp3">Happy Submarine - Eat Skull</a><br /><br />Shawna was sitting on the dock, staring off at the sunset. The rest of the party was doing shooters and playing beer pong, and generally being loud and obnoxious, like any good high schooler. Shawna, though...I just couldn't stop looking at her.<br /><br />Her legs were just dangling off the dock, swinging lazily against the darkening lake. Where less than five minutes ago I could make out the red of her sweater, the swirls of the design, and the white of her headband, she had quickly turned into a dark silhouette against the sky. I wondered what she was thinking, sitting there alone, watching such a beautiful fall sun, holding herself to stay warm for those last fleeting, glorious minutes of sunset. Maybe she wished someone would go out and join her, to enjoy this sight with company. On the other hand, maybe she just wanted to be alone, to escape the noise and hubbub in the house for a few minutes.<br /><br />She looked cold. I wanted to go out and give her my jacket, to watch that giant star dip beneath the water and submerge us in darkness. We'd sit out there and talk about space, and how small we were. We'd wonder just what happened to Pearl Jam to make them so boring now. We'd laugh at that time Tim thought the capital of Brazil was Peru. We'd stay out on that dock long past the sunset. I'd be cold, wearing nothing but my thin sweater, and she'd offer to give me back my jacket. Of course I would refuse, but we'd have that moment.<br /><br />Maybe, after a particularly touching conversation about how, just once, I'd love to see Paris and really experience the history, and how those pictures of a bombed out french countryside looked so hauntingly beautiful to me, we would lean in and share such a perfect, organic kiss. Maybe we'd date and maybe we wouldn't, but that moment would remain just as perfect.<br /><br />The sun took a breath and dropped underwater, finally, and the sky got darker. Shawna got up, rubbed her arms and walked back to the house. I lost my chance.<br /><br />[Eat Skull's album Wild and Inside is available on <a href="http://www.siltbreeze.com/eatskull.htm">Siltbreeze</a>. Photo is from <a href="http://www.foundphotos.net/">Foundphotos</a>.]<a href="http://www.foundphotos.net/"><br /></a>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-9383109369935263902009-09-28T20:40:00.003-04:002009-09-28T21:14:41.470-04:00Some bassline in your mind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/3383787_eb22e01fc9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 391px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/1/3383787_eb22e01fc9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/70304_pyvt1/03%20Vapours.mp3">Vapours - Islands</a><br /><br />What's really the meaning of good food? Does it have to be an impeccably arranged portion of food, sitting on a blank white plate in a dark, quiet atmosphere? Is that really the only way to enjoy fine cuisine?<br /><br />I don't think that's true. I think food can be just as good eaten out of a red striped cardboard trough, covered in ketchup and supported by nothing more than your other hand. Quiet background noise can give way to screams of children on rides and carnies yelling about prizes. The food doesn't have to be prepared by a world renowned chef, it can simply be coated in batter and dunked in a fryer. The point of food is enjoyment, and I had much more fun buying a 2 dollar corn dog and sharing a night with my gal than sitting in a stuffy restaurant for 2 hours and paying heavily for the privilege. Let's be honest here, as redundant as it sounds, fun is fun.<br /><br />And just listen to that fucking chorus.<br /><br />[Island's new album, <span style="font-style: italic;">Vapours</span> is now available through <a href="http://www.anti.com/artists/view/58">Anti-</a>, and is a magnificent return to the fun, poppy sound of their debut. Photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redskynight/">Redskynight</a>.]Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-37133373844456391302009-09-26T18:54:00.002-04:002009-09-26T19:22:04.163-04:00back with some new (&old) faves<a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?tn1oezzaojy">Kings of Convenience - I Don't Know What I Can Save You From (Röyksopp Remix)</a><br />Sweet remix of indie pop duo KoC by Royksopp.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?cazj2mmjqnd">Prince - If I Was Your Girlfriend</a><br />off his landmark <span style="font-style: italic;">Sign</span><b style="font-style: italic;"> ☮ </b><span style="font-style: italic;">The Times</span> LP. Classic Prince song, sung by his alter-ego Camille, and like all the best Prince songs, confusing, sexy and catchy at the same time.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?a2dy5222uym">Animal Collective - Leaf House</a><br />Leadoff track off AnCo's breakout album. It shows they've come along way, but they've been a great band for a long time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Marshallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019854458340880152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-44724331387301745832009-09-25T19:22:00.004-04:002009-09-25T22:11:38.520-04:00Obsession is my Favourite Drug<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2989955017_1d715dc76c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 423px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/2989955017_1d715dc76c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/69442_spiuw/04.Girls%20-%20God%20Damned.mp3">God Damned - Girls</a><br /><br />God dammit. These drugs are turning on me, I think. I'm starting to get scared. I don't even know which one the problem is. It can't be the Vicodin, it's just numbing me. Numb isn't the problem, it's just making it all seem further away. It isn't far away, right? I'm still right there? I haven't moved? Fuck.<br /><br />Maybe the amphetamines are fucking with me. Is everything going faster? Slower? I don't even know.<br /><br />Shit, maybe it's that acid. That's got to be it. It's all turning on me. Things are popping at me! No, that really happened. Nothing makes sense, it's all so random and disjointed. I need to sit down...<br /><br />No, wait! I'm wrong. It's everything! It's nothing! It <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> going faster and slower. Everything's so random, but it's all so...right? In place? I don't even know. I just know I don't want it to stop. I still feel so far away though. That still might be the Vicodin.<br /><br />[Girls' new album <span style="font-style: italic;">Album</span> is out, and can be purchased through <a href="http://wwww.matadorrecords.com/store/index.php?catalog_id=398">Matador</a>. I would've blogged about Hellhole Ratrace, but <a href="http://www.saidthegramophone.com/archives/come_on_cmon_cmon.php">Said the Gramophone</a> already did it right, so I went with another one I liked from <span style="font-style: italic;">Album.</span> Photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rjrphoto/">rjrphoto</a>.]Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-34873415575428116882009-09-20T13:50:00.006-04:002009-09-25T22:12:26.108-04:00Wake Up<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3205607678_ff3a8b58ed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 235px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3205607678_ff3a8b58ed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/69443_m0wql/15%20Up%2C%20Up%2C%20And%20Away.mp3">Up Up and Away (The Wake and Bake Song) - KiD CuDi</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >I once had a friend who told me he "didn't like rap". Now, I can appreciate this, people have different tastes. I asked him why, though, and he told me he didn't like how dark and serious it was. "It's all about beefs and hos and money, it's just not </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >fun</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span>". So I showed him CuDi.</span><br /><br /><span>"Listen to that guitar strumming," I said. "Listen to it </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >bounce</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span>."</span><br /><br /><span>"He still sounds serious, though. I want something fun," he retorted.</span><br /><br /><span>"But the song's about getting high when you wake up, how is that serious?" I asked.</span><br /><br /><span>"It just is. It doesn't have that </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >melody</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span>."</span><br /><br /><span>But then the chorus hit, and his head started moving, he started bopping along with it. The carefree free-form, the full kit beat hopping with the song.</span><br /><br /><span>And that </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >synth.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span> Oh lord, that synth. That fun little melody waltzing along, buried in the chorus. That sound of a summer day, of a day spent skateboarding, or surfing, or doing something fun outside. The sound of waking and baking, I suppose. A smile creaked across his face, he couldn't help it.</span><br /><br /><span>"Okay, this is fun, I'll give you that" he finally conceded.</span><br /><br /><span>"But I still don't like rap.</span><br /><br /><span>That's fine.</span><br /><br /><span>[Photo by </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/playbroken">Marla</a><span> (I need to find more photographers to use). The song is from KiD CuDi's debut full length, Man on the Moon: The End of the Day. You can buy it pretty much anywhere.]</span></span>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-84142041220702692022009-09-19T17:25:00.008-04:002009-09-25T22:41:41.135-04:00This is the golden age<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgsrc.hubblesite.org/hu/db/images/hs-2008-33-a-large_web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 429px;" src="http://imgsrc.hubblesite.org/hu/db/images/hs-2008-33-a-large_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/69447_jwz8n/01%20No%20Cigarettes.mp3">No Cigarettes - Withered Hand</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Somewhere far away, many light years away in fact, there is a rock, and it is spinning away, dancing around a giant ball of fire. On this rock, there may be trees, there may be animals, there may be water. However, it is just as likely that this rock is barren, dry, and dusty. Whatever happens to be residing here, that rock will continue dancing. It will spin and spin and move around this star. It will do this whether I am here on earth or not. If governments fall, a nuclear winter erupts because of war here, this other planet will continue to exist. It will be unaffected, and it will dance.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >This knowledge makes me feel small and insignificant. However, this does not make me feel sad. Whether I love, I become famous, I die in a gutter, the planet will spin, life will continue. This realization means that, while nothing I do will affect the universe in a meaningful way, nothing I do will adversely affect the universe either. So live, love, lose, none of it matters to anything but myself, in the grand scheme of things. This insignificance makes me able to really try, to fail, to do whatever I want.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >And that far away planet will keep dancing, regardless of the tune I play.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >[Photo from the </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://hubblesite.org/gallery/album/entire/">Hubble Gallery</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >, Withered Hand albums can be purchased through </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://witheredhand.com/?page_id=71">their website</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >.]</span></span>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-47482921451616544052009-09-17T17:47:00.005-04:002009-09-25T22:42:19.849-04:00They Can Never Understand<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foundphotos.net/images/FoundPhotos/archives/archive8/000_1113.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 249px;" src="http://www.foundphotos.net/images/FoundPhotos/archives/archive8/000_1113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/69448_kxkpq/He%5C%27s%20Simple%2C%20He%5C%27s%20Dumb%2C%20He%5C%27s%20The%20Pil.mp3">He's Simple, He's Dumb, He's the Pilot - Grandaddy</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Dress Rehearsal:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It's a little rough. We're trying, and there's a spark there, but everything's not quite coming together. Not yet. Lines are dropped, pauses go on a little bit too long, there's background noise from the builders. I can see where it's going, and with a few more months it could be brilliant. But we don't have a few months, we have the rest of today before it starts. Well, I guess we're going to have to see what happens and do our best. Are you ready?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Opening Night:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It all came together! The extras are hitting their cues, the actors are getting the right emotional response. I can feel myself speaking along with the actors, saying the lines. Nothing is out of place, all the lighting and sound is spot on. This is the show we wanted, the show we've been working towards. I don't know where it came from, or how it happened, but we did it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Afterparty:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It's a low key event. Someone's playing a slow dirge on the piano, and the mood is professional, but there's happiness here. Lines from the production are repeated, we express the regret that the show is over. We're all going our separate ways now. As the drinks flow, more and more people are joining in. Tears are shed, but it's okay. We've all taken part in something wonderful, we shared a moment. It's a bittersweet farewell.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">[Photo from Found Photos, you can buy Grandaddy's music on iTunes or in a brick and mortar shop (yes they still exist)]</span></span>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-41425933423920884852009-09-15T15:41:00.005-04:002009-09-25T22:42:44.363-04:00Under the sun, Under the moon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foundphotos.net/images/FoundPhotos/archives/archive84/dscn0337.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 270px;" src="http://www.foundphotos.net/images/FoundPhotos/archives/archive84/dscn0337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/69449_a1dnu/01%20I%20Wish%20That%20I%20Could%20See%20You%20Soon.mp3">I Wish That I Could See You Soon - Herman Dune</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >The beauty in this song lies not in the angelic female backing vocals, nor does in lie in the playful strumming. It doesn't reside in the solitary tambourine, dancing on the beat like a leaky faucet, falling in regular time while appearing to be random. It's not in the harmonies, dancing around each other. It's not the horns, coming in at just the right time, then falling out to make way for the voices (tambourine still dripping away). The beauty isn't in the lead guitar line, adding character without being overwhelming. All of these things are beautiful, but they are not the beauty.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >The true beauty in this song comes from the throw away lines. When David-Ivar Herman Dune says "you know,", or when he precedes a chorus with a little "And I'm like, well...", or when he directs the backup vocals with "Angels, ". They're little toss-offs, seemingly expendable, but wholly instrumental to the song. It's like when you're a child, eating soup from a restaurant. You don't want it, because it's got vegetables, but your parents tell you "you can't even taste them". You wonder why they even bother putting vegetables in the soup at all.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >Maybe it's true, maybe they aren't the overpowering taste, but eventually you learn that they serve a purpose. It just wouldn't be the same without them. The song would still be a nice pop song, but it wouldn't have the charm. It wouldn't have the beauty.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >[Picture from </span><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.foundphotos.net/">Found Photos</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >. You can buy the I Wish That I Could See You Soon single, along with other full length, from Herman Dune's </span><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://hermandune.frontgatetickets.com/merch/">website</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >.</span></span><a href="http://www.foundphotos.net/"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >]</span></span><br /></a>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-46006760641944650302009-09-14T21:57:00.006-04:002009-09-25T22:43:07.075-04:00I'm a million miles away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3578004284_1e7f7ed3a0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2478/3578004284_1e7f7ed3a0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/69450_yywcu/08%20Not%20Your%20Lover.mp3">Not Your Lover - Blitzen Trapper</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >I miss it beside you. I know you're with </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >him</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" > now, and things can never go back to the way they were before. There's too much...</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >space</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >, you know? Well, yes, clearly there's space, in the literal sense. A couple continents worth. But I mean there's an emotional distance. I'm sad that it's there. I am really sorry, for what it's worth. Just thought you should know. We had some good times, though, didn't we? Remember that picnic we had at Turtle River? I packed sandwiches at the site, but we took a walk and by the time we got back they were gone? It didn't matter though, we still had a good time. Plus, those hot dogs from the gas station weren't so bad. Anyway, I saw The Louvre the other day. It was nice, but it mostly made me think of what I lost. You don't have to call me back. I know you won't. Just...know that I'm thinking of you. Bye, I guess.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >[Once again, picture by </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/playbroken/">Marla</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >. Song off Blitzen Trapper's </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;" href="http://blitzentrapper.net/rexx.html">Furr</a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >. Go out and buy it.]</span></span>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-90021146577547542122009-09-14T19:15:00.008-04:002009-09-22T13:27:25.510-04:00I Love to sing All Yr Songsthese are songs i like<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?cldd1jzznom">Diamond Rings - All Yr Songs</a><br />Sometimes a song comes along and you can't help but put it on everytime you think of it. Also, you know all the words and sing along to it. All Yr Songs is a perfect example of those types of tunes. The electronic drum in the background holding the song together, as Diamond Rings aka strums an acoustic guitar and crafts a melody perfect for summer. Expect good things from him in the future.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?t1kewinuzfv">Naomi Punk - N/A</a><br />A song from a seattle band i don't know too much about, but the Rwandan choir singing sounds beautiful and dusty. definitely check this song out.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?wk251iwvuzm">Atlas Sound - Shelia</a><br />The side project of Deerhunter frontman Bradford Cox has been around for a bit and released a lot of great songs through his blog and EP's and such. But his newest album Logos is a great cohesive experience and worth checking if you havent all ready.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?dnjwu2wxmmm">Uilab - St. Elmo's Fire</a><br />And the last song i leave you with is a cover of Brian Eno. It's a collaboration between Ui and Stereolab from a few years ago. It is very good<br /><br />well thats it for now, i'll be back with more good stuff soon<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Marshallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12019854458340880152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-87008699221125019832009-09-13T13:53:00.005-04:002009-09-25T22:43:41.039-04:00We live half at night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3849752091_c4584c3228.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3441/3849752091_c4584c3228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/69451_z1vkn/02%20Vcr.mp3"><br /></a><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/69451_z1vkn/02%20Vcr.mp3">VCR - The xx</a><br /><br />I hear longing in your voice. You put on that front, make yourself appear strong, but I know about you. You're the person in high school who would talk about everyone like you were better than them, but cry to yourself when nobody was around. You may have been popular, but now you know that meant nothing. You quickly learned that life won't just fall in your lap, that you'd have to work for it, but you didn't entirely know how to start.<br /><br />Yeah? Well you're no better. You thought you had everything figured out when you were in high school. You weren't popular, but you were liked, and that made you feel good about yourself. You've drifted through life with this knowing aloofness, without really forming true connections. You never really got hurt, but you almost wish you had. Well, guess what, I know how to hurt you.<br /><br />Hurt me.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><br />[Photo by the wonderful and talented <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/playbroken/">Marla M</a>, song from The xx's album <a href="http://www.roughtrade.com/site/shop_detail.lasso?search_type=sku&sku=314890">xx</a>, which you can buy from Rough Trade.]</span>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-48612910877221046012009-09-12T15:03:00.009-04:002009-09-25T22:41:08.472-04:00I will never be the same man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foundphotos.net/images/FoundPhotos/archives/archive30/IMG_0686.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.foundphotos.net/images/FoundPhotos/archives/archive30/IMG_0686.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/69452_59ocg/03%20Seasun.mp3"><br /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.filefreak.com/files/69452_59ocg/03%20Seasun.mp3">Seasun - Delorean</a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >This is the sound of not doing anything productive, and not feeling bad about it. It's the sound of going to the beach instead of cleaning the house, of strolling in the park instead of getting groceries. It's to the tune of bird watching, the beat is comparable to a nice frolic. The background vocals sound like lying on the grass and watching the clouds go by. The keyboards plink and pop like neighbourhood children in the sandbox. The bass is going to the beach on a whim and playing frisbee. The lead vocals are telling you to go out and enjoy yourself, without explicitly saying this. Sure, we may have important stuff to do today, but the weather is nice and summer is running out. Sometimes procrastination isn't so bad.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" >[Photo courtesy of foundphotos.net, go buy Delorean's brilliant EP Ayrton Senna]</span>Craighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18210638084668024362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-22251749607858881302008-09-09T16:54:00.002-04:002008-09-09T17:08:22.785-04:00Room to Grow<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The flames licked at my feet. This I can still remember. I felt like whole city was burning down, instead of just a small field in the middle of nowhere.<br /><br />I remember being so scared. We were just messing around, playing with matches, lighters, whatever normal ids do. Sure, we knew that it was dangerous, but we never thought anything would happen to us.<br /><br />We were smarter than that.<br /><br />But sure enough, a match fell out of my hand, and before I could stomp out the fire, it ignited on the dry grass. The flames spread so fast and quickly grew out of control. I started stomping at the fiery tongues, and called to my friends for some help.<br /><br />They were gone.<br /><br />For the first time in my life I remember feeling really alone. It was a new experience. Sure, I had been by myself, but never truly alone.<br /><br />I was scared.<br /><br />The wall of fire grew quickly, and the smoke enveloped me. I couldn't see, I couldn't breathe. I imagined being in front of a group of people. The judge had sentenced me to death, and I was tied and awaiting being burned alive. It served me right too.<br /><br />I deserved this.<br /><br />I was being so stupid, playing with fire. Everyone told me not to, but I did.<br /><br />And now I was alone.<br /><br />I remember blacking out. Or, rather, I remember not remembering blacking out. Regardless, I know it happened. Apparently, luckily, someone had called the fire department. A fireman found me and dragged me to safety, and I was taken to the hospital.<br /><br />I guess the burns were so severe they weren't sure if I would ever survive. There I lay, attached to tubes and wires and God knows what else. Every passing day my chances of survival were getting lower and lower. The doctors resigned themselves to just waiting to see if I would awake.<br /><br />I didn't.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/54739/The%20Stills%20-%20Everything%20I%20Build.mp3">The Stills - Everything I Build</a><br /><br />[Go get Oceans Will Rise if you like the Stills at all. I might even like it more than Logic Will Break your Heart. Maybe]<br /></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-16607423787176360862008-08-27T21:02:00.004-04:002008-08-27T21:20:15.669-04:00Between You and Me<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I've been a lot of places in my life. I saw Australia, London, Dublin, Paris twice, New York City three times, and once I took a road trip through the former Eastern Block countries (that trip was kinda depressing, it's mostly slums and broken dreams, I don't recommend it).<br /><br />I've also done a lot of things nobody else has. I've ridden on the wind, tasted colours, felt sounds, gazed upon the knowledge of the world and watched the birth of time (not our time, another time. Someday I hope you can understand).<br /><br />I've also done all this without video games, dreaming or psychedelic drugs of any kind. I've merely led the kind of life everyone wishes they could experience.<br /><br />Still, there are things I've missed. I haven't felt let down. I've never had a broken heart. Nobody has broken my trust. I haven't felt crushing sadness. I've never been bored. </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I've never been misunderstood, </span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I've never misunderstood something, nor have I ever felt confused.<br /><br />My entire life has been one giant good experience, but I've never had a bad one. It's because of this I've never had a great experience, nothing is extraordinary to me, because there's nothing lower with which to compare it.<br /><br />I don't have any regrets, and yet my entire life is one big regret.<br /><br />Sometimes it's good to hurt.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/54739/David%20Byrne%20and%20David%20Bowie%20-%20Life%20is%20Long.mp3">David Byrne and Brian Eno - Life is Long</a><br /><br />[Thanks to <a href="http://www.saidthegramophone.com/">Said the Gramophone</a> for posting this track first. I know I plug that site a lot, but I don't think I do it nearly enough. It's easily the best music blog on the internet, and you should be reading it right now. In case you haven't noticed, it influences me pretty heavily, so...I dunno...just go! Also, you can buy the new David Byrne and Brian Eno album <a href="http://www.everythingthathappens.com/order.html">Everything That Happens Will Happen Today</a> directly from David Byrne.]<br /></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-46187832263527079302008-08-25T23:05:00.004-04:002008-08-27T21:20:55.550-04:00With that smile<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Love is a lot of things. It can be a tremor, or it can be the full earthquake. It can be the first snowflake, or it can be the entire snowfall. It's not always easy, and it doesn't always work, but at least you can say you've given it a shot.<br /><br />In this case it's a single butterfly (or an entire swarm, depending on what type of person you are). From afar it can be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. It flaps its wings majestically, the colours swirling and coming together. It's the most simple and graceful thing alive.<br /><br />But then you look a lot closer. It has all these tiny legs, it kind of looks like a creepy crawly, and all in all is sort of ugly. It really depends on where you want to look.<br /><br />But even so, good luck finding many people who would say a butterfly is ugly. They see what makes them happy, they see it as they want to see it.<br /><br />Sometimes it's good to have some perspective, to really understand something. But sometimes that knowledge just ruins things for us. Our ignorance is bliss, as they might say. People may argue that we should embrace knowledge, that it's what separates us from the animals. But isn't the point of life to enjoy it? There needs to be a line, where what we know doesn't destroy what we love.<br /></span></span><br /><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/54739/31%20-%20David%20Ford%20-%20Go%20To%20Hell.mp3">David Ford - Go To Hell</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">[Wow, 15 days since my last post. Hopefully once I move into residence updates become a little more regular.]</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-83176153312581931922008-08-10T20:40:00.002-04:002008-08-10T20:43:10.324-04:00He's trash people<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">ThoompThoompThoompThoompThoomp<br /><br />WeeooWeeooWeeooWeeooWeeooWeeooo<br /><br />DanceDanceDanceDanceDanceDance<br /><br />OohOohAahOohOohAah<br /><br />1,2,3 Freeze.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/54739/The%20Rapture%20-%20No%20Sex%20for%20Ben.mp3">The Rapture - No Sex For Ben</a><br /></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-43761899022659141202008-08-06T22:06:00.003-04:002008-08-06T22:15:06.967-04:00We only do what we're told<span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >I can't find anything about this band. They have one EP (that I know of), they play fast, furious music (from what I've heard), and they might be broken up (I think).<br /><br />The choruses explode, the solitary synth line meanders along, the vocals in the verses are restrained, the drums don't take any shit from anyone, and the rest of the music is no-nonsense and punk.<br /><br />If you need a reference point...The Minutemen?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/54739/02%20Versus%20The%20Shores%20Of%20Arch%20Cape.mp3">The Sea Attacks - Versus the Shores of Arch</a><br /><br />[Speaking of the Minutemen, did you hear Mike Watt's bass was stolen while on tour with Iggy Pop? The whole band's equipment was stolen. Sucks too, that bass was a real piece of art.]</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1974538671774905368.post-87902862571781160602008-07-31T22:23:00.003-04:002008-07-31T22:41:24.028-04:00Thunder only happens<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">A couple new ones today (again), so I'll make the blurbs short (hopefully) and sweet (possibly). Maybe I'll get to a point this time (we'll see).</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/54739/The%20Morning%20Benders%20-%20Dreams%20%28fleetwood%20mac%20cover%29.mp3">The Morning Benders - Dreams (Fleetwood Mac Cover)</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">This song is much more restrained and lo-fi than the original Fleetwood Mac song, which is fitting for a song made in a bedroom using a couple acoustic guitars, some soaring voices and more reverb and chorus than any band should know what to do with. Regardless, The Morning Benders have turned a song I'm a little iffy about into a song I can leave on repeat at night and enjoy. It sounds like a late night pity party turned into an inspiring life-changing event. If you like what you hear, The Morning Benders have their entire covers album for download at their </span><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://ambenders.blogspot.com/2008/07/bedroom-covers.html">website</a><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.filefreak.com/pfiles/54739/The%20Rural%20Alberta%20-%20Frank%2C%20AB.mp3">The Rural Alberta Advantage - Frank, AB</a><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">A song about the town of Frank, Alberta that was destroyed by a landslide, (according to </span><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://musicforants.com/blog/">Music for Kids who can't Read Good</a><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">, who posted the track first. Check out that blog for some damn good tunes by the way.) and sounds the part.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">The track begins and slowly gains speed and barrels forward culminating in the awe-inspiring chorus consisting of nothing but whoo-ing and chanting and the music builds and it doesn't stop kind of like this sentence and it makes you feel like maybe you can't handle it because it's just so electrifying kind of like a mudslide might be like except I've never been in a mud slide and then it stops.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">And the town is levelled.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">The bands sounds a little bit like Neutral Milk Hotel (As MFKWCRG pointed out), but have the modern canadian indie pop sound, with the cynicism of a band that's learned some shit. If Jeff Mangum doesn't come back, at least we have someone who can step up to the plate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">[Once again, if you like this then The Rural Alberta Advantage has 5 tracks from their new album, for download at their </span><a style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" href="http://theraa.com/">website</a><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">. You should go check it out.]</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1