Start Talking About Andrew Bird

I tell ya.  The man's got a gift and it's not with bird houses.  Andrew Bird is simply prolific.  Song writing is impeccable.  Sound is breezy, multi-layered, and seems effortless.  Musicality is unparalleled, and don't give me this bullshit, "But, what about Sufjan Stevens..." argument.  If I had twenty retards in my dads garage I'd have them sing too, and, frankly, badly.  Sufjan ain't got jack on the BIrd.  

What a fine example of Chicagoan music at it's finest.  The melody's are simple and the hooks are catchy. PLUS, they sound like they were recorded in an old church on video tape in the seventies and from there have become ultimately as timeless as the building it was recorded in itself with the church's reaching gothic spires, mahogany pews, old woven banners with HeyZeus, and the rugged stones piled up to support the roof.  Fucking solid music.

He's the Larry Bird of music.  He's the king of Cluck, The sultan of Swoon, the Great And-bino.    

Talk Demonic

The new talk demonic LP is coming out.  My boner slowly emerges.  

I saw this lovely twosome at SXSW 2006 right after Velvet teen.  They were amazing, to say the least.  Their new LP comes out in september and everyone should get it.  If you want some down-scape-y at times, thudding at times, and extremely swelling other times music than this be the band for your indie life soundtrack, Jefferson.  So tie up our chucks, pull your hood up, and slouch your shoulders down in your self defeatist posture.  Hope a girl notices you.

 

TrampBORING!

I knew I should have spent a lot more time wasting my time when I was a kid.  I remember a string of three days at my friends house.  It was a fucking hot summer.  We never wore shoes or bothered to walk or go anywhere.  Then we took the trucks off our skateboards that were laying dormant in the severe heat.  We went to the trampoline or 'the leen' as we 12 year olds called it.  Hopped on that shit with a board and bored the shit out of a perfectly good summer.  I even had a pool.  What were we thinking.  Three days past.  We stopped because we anticipated Guitar Hero syndrome before it's time.  That means, there was a realization that playing an actual guitar, or in this case a skateboard, was way more rewarding and fulfilling than pretending.  Kids.