drat fink

through the espers

"The song is Nico's, taken from her Desertshore album, one of the most distantly lonesome records in existence. And though structurally "Afraid" has little whatsoever to do with any of the U.S./UK folk-rock traditions that are typically Espers' stock-in-trade, its icy melancholia nevertheless fits itself perfectly into the Philly group's haunted wheelhouse. Unsurprisingly, Espers have chosen to re-forest the original's spare John Cale arrangement with their requisite cello, recorder, guitar, and chimes. But while Meg Baird's tranquil vocal significantly sweetens Nico's more monotonic plainchant, the cryptic instructions of the song's lyrics ("Confuse your hunger/ Capture the fake/ Banish the faceless/ Reward your grace") stir the branches with an unsettling wind. Despite the intrinsic warmth of Espers' hazy instrumental smoke-rings, as with all their most riveting performances the song is underpinned with a chilled, forlorn yearning only born of solitude. You are beautiful and you are alone."

i got your number

"Jenny Lewis is a singer and a songwriter from Los Angeles, California. She’s got hair the color of a Pacific sunset, a voice as sweet as an ice cream cone, and a wit sharper than a razorblade. Most days (and nights) you can find Jenny Lewis singing and playing with Rilo Kiley, a glorious quartet whose third album, 2004’s More Adventurous, has charmed and delighted fans and peers worldwide. 2005 alone saw Rilo Kiley garner accolades from heroes (Elvis Costello), magazine covers by the fistful, and a spot opening for Coldplay on their recent sold-out arena tour. But in the tiny moments between the stage and the studio, after the photo shoots but before the bars, Jenny spends time by herself, daydreaming and strumming on her acoustic guitar. And the sound of that time alone is Rabbit Fur Coat, Jenny’s first solo album and one of the most bewitching and intoxicating discs of music you’ve heard in years."

canadian charm

i am also endorsing sarah harmers near future twang.

i heart joanna

"Onstage at the ICA, Joanna Newsom cuts a singular figure. Playing songs from her Milk-Eyed Mender LP, she blends a delicate, deranged voice with lapping harp technique and otherworldly charm. Newsom and other breakthrough artists like Devendra Banhart are the tip of an emerging New Weird America scene."

dkwtkmts

tcfhodg

catrrrtyttt powcerrrrr

because i need some new links.

long nights journey into day

pretty incredible
how i managed
to do that
truly a monument to
incompetence narcissism fear

baba looney

in a pique i slammed my palm down on the counter at bereket. i had placed an order and told to wait while the young clerk finished up some previous orders. but then he took and filled a couples order while i was sitting at a table not far from the counter. obviously he had forgot, though im sure there was no malicious intent. so i got up to remind him, and while im at the counter trying to catch his eye, someone else steps up. the clerk kind of half notices me but then proceeds to help the other customer at which point i slammed my hand down. could have turned out badly but noone seemed to notice except the clerk, who immediately completed my order amidst apologies. guess ill skip the rageaholics group this week. however, i didnt tell the guy that wanted to charge me $3.50 for a bottle of pellegrino what he could do with it, so i might still have some issues to work out.

you light up my life

finally some proof of chemical weapons in iraq. thank god we got in there to restore honor and integrity to saddams house.

load baring wall of fire ants

man, the barricades
the crowding in lurches fasting forward
four alarm frown, the eyes dont have it
you sweep, ill get panned
the spider spun its tale
the crickets loathed it