sand is overrated

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Wednesday, November 28, 2007

favorite song -- death cab for cutie : "a lack of color"

one of my favorite things about the music i listen to is finding moments where my life is reflected in someone else's song and, hence, in someone else's experience. there is almost always a great deal of comfort in knowing that whatever you're going through has been encountered and lived through before. but sometimes that knowledge doesn't make things any better. sometimes it doesn't make things any easier to take.

today it occurred to me that the course of dating is really very much like the verse-chorus-verse structure of many contemporary songs. the verses always start out the same--boy meets girl--and always end the same--boy is alone. as with any good song, the middle of each verse is some kind of variation on a common theme, but each is characterized in its own way with a distinctive wrinkle here and a specific memory there. but the chorus is always the same, and for me it's always been pretty well represented by "a lack of color".

ben gibbard has an uncanny ability to write songs overflowing with plaintive longing and inconsolable loneliness. but there is something about "a lack of color" that is just true. perhaps it is the light piano track that makes you feel a little less alone, but is so minimal that you're sure that if you turned around to see who was there they would surely be gone. maybe it's the sound of sliding fingers on guitar strings that only serves to remind you of all the details that you took for granted or never heard in the first place. or maybe it's the sentiment itself, finding awareness in false perceptions that made you believe things were not as good or as bad as you might have thought. whatever it is about this song, it always seems to fit the spaces in between the verses. and yeah, even though ben gibbard has sung it a thousand times before, it doesn't really make it any easier to take, does it?

death cab for cutie : "a lack of color" mp3
from the lp transatlanticism (barsuk records, 2003)
and when i see you
i really see you upside down
but my brain knows better
it picks you up and turns you around
turns you around
turns you around

if you feel discouraged
when there's a lack of color here
please don't worry lover
it's really bursting at the seams
absorbing everything
the spectrum's a to z

this is fact, not fiction
for the first time in years
all the girls in every girlie magazine
can't make me feel any less alone

i'm reaching for the phone
to call at 7:03
and on your machine, i slur a plea
for you to come home
but i know it's too late
i should have given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay
given you a reason to stay

this is fact, not fiction
for the first time in years...

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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

yellow

i don't know who's really ever going to read this, but if you are, i hope this means something to you. because it definitely means something to me these days...

okkervil river : "yellow" mp3
from the lp down the river of golden dreams (jagjaguar, 2003)
you can only talk so much about things
that are never, ever going to happen
my brother is at home with his dog and his cat
and his wife is at a friend’s

you can only go on so long about feelings
that never, ever actually touch you
no matter how much she told him “i love you”
he found it would depend

on the gifts that he bought her
or how badly she was hurt
when the boss was cruel at work
but he’d just say
“i love you”
and he’d reach out to her

he was feeling like shit when i came to visit
and walked through the door of his tiny apartment
we went for a walk through the park by the market
so we could get some air

and i told to him all things intended to help him
especially that, simply because it was ending
that that didn’t mean she was always pretending
real happiness was there

i could see and i could tell
it was real love that they felt
and i’m sorry it didn’t end well
but some things
they just don’t - that’s life
and you shouldn’t blame yourself

and all of these things, well, i truly believe them
our paths and our futures are hidden in mists
that are stretching out over impossible distances
totally obscured

and i really do think that there’s probably more good
than anger or selfishness, sickness, or sadness
would ever completely allow us to have in this life
i think i’m sure

but that doesn’t mean it’s bad
we were walking towards our dad
while getting out of that school bus
and he just said
“i love you”
and he reached out to us

Saturday, November 17, 2007

he only sings when he's sad, and he's sad all the time

over the past year or so i've made no secret of my love for the music of m. ward. the gravelly voice, the exquisite guitar, and casually smooth and effortless delivery all converge to elevate m. ward's stature to mythical in my book. so i am understandably ecstatic at the opportunity to see him perform tonight in his last appearance of 2007, in a rare solo performance that almost went completely unannounced to me. my front row seats should provide the ideal vantage point to idolize his guitar work--i swear to this day that the man must have six fingers on his right hand...how does he do that?!

hopefully he'll be extra sad tonight and sing the whole night through.

m. ward : "vincent o'brien" mp3
from the lp transfiguration of vincent (merge records, 2003)

Thursday, November 01, 2007

(at home)

for my money, sigur rós create the most arresting combination of sensory pleasure, beauty, and transcendence of any artist that i can think of. the music speaks for itself and takes you anywhere you want to be. perhaps a tree-lined road in the night sky as you float underneath the stars, at once apprehensive and exhilarated by the heights you have reached. your eyes open and absorb a feast of visual wonderment, landscapes whose natural beauty is heightened by how distantly removed they seem from your own life. in a moment of clarity, tranquility has replaced inner turmoil, the creative milieu has given way to inspiration, and absolute contentment reigns supreme.

that must be what heaven is like.

heaven must be filled with sigur rós.

i can't wait.

but i guess i can wait until november 6th and november 20th. visit the heima website, visit the hvarf/heim website, or visit sigur rós.



sigur rós : "heysátan" mp3
from the lp takk... (geffen, 2005)

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