This time the non-posting was not my fault. Honest. It was the fault of the crappiest web hosting company that ever crapped. And I posted YESTERDAY and now the post is GONE, and, well, I don’t know.


I shouldn’t be posting this. I should be vacuuming. Because I have around 100 potential renters coming through this house tomorrow and every surface is covered in a combination of cat hair and dust bunnies.

How far is too far to fly for a Mountain Goats gig?

Also – kittens + Spoon = gold.

5 6 seven

So, I was tagged by Oz at Decomposing Trees. I’m not very good at answering tags, usually, or for that matter accepting Facebook requests. Or answering emails. Or text messages, actually.

ANYHOO I am doing this one. It WAS back on August 6 (sorry Oz) but better late then never, right?

So – seven songs I’m digging right now.

Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy – Glory Goes

I have a Will Oldham post building up inside of me. The music of this man has come to mean more to me then I fully expected. This song is everything wonderful about Oldham’s music for me – it’s just so honest. The steady violin behind the melody is wonderful, and the lyric ‘you sing me back into myself’ feels like home.

Frightened Rabbit – Keep Yourself Warm

I could have mentioned maybe 6 other songs on this album. Potentially my album of the year. And for anyone playing along at home, YES there was a MOUNTAIN GOATS release this year. So you understand the gravity of that statement, right? Anyway, this song (apart from the lyrics, because it’s always about the lyrics) is about the organ opening, but more so about 3:48 into the song. Go listen. Right away.

Mount Eerie with Julie Doiron & Fred Squire – Flaming Home

So, a girl has a shitty day, within a shitty week, and suggest dinner with the one person in the world that feels like sanity to her. There’s an evening of talking and sorting and naan bread. And then, standing on the footpath outside of the restaurant, before she heads back to the car and out to the Windsor Wilderness, he puts headphones on her head to play her a song. Phil Everum pours into her ears and suddenly the whole week, nay, the whole WORLD, is wonderful.

The Microphones – I Felt Your Shape

I’m a girl in love. And I reckon this song was written for girls in love. So, there you have it.

The Mountain Goats and Kaki King – Thank You Mario But Our Princess Is In Another Castle

There had to be a Mountain Goats song, right? This one is brand spanking new, and was put up on Pitchfork last week. Lookie here. It’s a beautiful little song about love and Super Nintendo. Only John Darnielle, right? I love this song for the gentle, shuffling percussion from Ms King, and also the lyric ‘when you came in, I could breathe again.’ Beautiful.

Ani DiFranco – Pulse

Ani is a poet. I know she studied poetry pretty early on and a lot of her work is spoken word, and I really think that these tracks are often underrated on her albums. I know a lot of people skip them, but as I feel myself growing out of her music, I feel myself growing into these poems. This one is an old one, but some of the imagery in the words completely knocks me out. I mean –

We lie in our beds and in our graves,
Unable to save ourselves
From the quaint tragedies we invent, and undo
From the stupid circumstances we slalom through

And I realized that night that the hall light,
Which seemed so bright when you turned it on,
Is nothing compared to the dawn
Which is nothing,
Compared to the light which seeps from you while you’re sleeping
Cocooned in my room,
Beautiful and grotesque,
That night we got kicked out of two bars and laughed our way home

That bit about the hall light makes me catch my breath every single time.

Neutral Milk Hotel – Gardenhead/Leave Me Alone

This song will always be on these lists for me. The reasons I love it are more animal then explainable.

I just want to dance in your tangles
To give me some reason to move

Tangle might be my favourite word in the English language.

You’ve been here before

The last 3 months have easily been the most professionally challenging of my life. The fact that it’s coinciding with me (and the boy) purchasing my first house, is making for somewhat interesting times. Somehow, though, it’s okay. So far. There was a hairy moment at around 11 this morning when Sam had to slowly take the client file from my hands and repeatedly tell me to calm down, but otherwise sanity remains intact.

Sort of.

Mount Eerie helps. My cat helps. The constant support of the boy is, well, everything else. And the thought of that little house lying maybe 50kms away, waiting for us to live in it. That kinda pulls me through every single day.

Dear Glenn,

So I’ve heard your new song maybe 5 or 6 times now. I’d really love to say that I love it. I’d really love to say I like it, even. But I can’t. Which makes me sad.

Here’s the thing – there are two reasons why I LOVE Augie March. First – few people in the world write an old-fashioned ballad the way that you do. When I listen to There Is No Such Place or Bottle Baby I swoon. It’s music for swooning. Second – your uproarious songs – you know, the ones where the whole band is playing and you shout at the top of your lungs – have some of my favourite OMFG moments in music. Australian music at least. Songs like Song In The Key Of Chance and One Crowded Hour build and build until you think your head might explode.

Oh oh oh and there’s a third. Third, the lyrics. You write god damn amazing lyrics Glenn.

And there-in lies the issue. The song starts at a medium pace, and finishes at a medium pace. The articulation of the lyrics is a little weird dude. Actually, no, not weird – a little mediocre. Like, I could hear this on commercial radio and not blink. And holy hell, it scars me on the inside to say that. Also, with all that weird synth stuff happening all around the song, I cannot even make out the lyrics. I tried very, very hard tonight, driving home from work, to hear what you were singing. And I’m not sure if it was just my toast-brain from my fucked up day, but I was really truly struggling.

So yeah. Not so much love. I will though, like any good CFG, buy your new album next month. I am also going to your show at the Metro. Because I haven’t given up on you yet. You wrote every single song on Strange Bird and for that I will love you forever.

See you soon.