Don’t read it, don’t watch it, don’t do what they do

March 17th, 2007

I feel a shift.  I’d say in the air, but I’m not sure that’s accurate.  It’s all over the place.  There are things that should be bothering me, but that aren’t.  My house is a mess, but I really couldn’t care less.  Work is roughly 46 shades of fucked right now and tonight it’s actually not bothering me at all.  You know what else?  I actually slept today for about an hour, got up (snarky, granted) and feel like I could actually sleep again right now.

This, for a person who has stupid amounts of insomnia, is a truly wonderful thing.

Today is an exciting day at CFG HQ.  Two new album releases – Armchair Apocrypha by Andrew Bird and We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank by Modest Mouse.  The former I picked up pretty easily from Windsor Sounds, but the later I actually had to trek to the Leading Edge in Penrith for.  And boy was it worth it.

I’ve listened to the album three times through now, and it’s wonderful.  There is, however, something missing.  At least, to my mind it’s something missing.  When you experience a songwriter/band over a period of years/albums, they tend to develop a personality in your head.  Even with the variety in sound over Bird’s albums (particularly when factoring in his Bowl of Fire stuff) he still had a musically personality in my head.  This album steps to the side of that.

This, by the way, is in no way a bad thing.  I need to listen to the album some more and think about this, because I want to be able to articulate it a lot better than that.

Seriously though?  This music is wonderful.

Modest Mouse will get a go in the car tomorrow on my way to the city.  Augie March!  Huzzah!

…

Dear Glenn,

I’m seeing you tomorrow night.  I will be one of the sea of faces in front of you, mouthing along to most of the words, with a rapturous look on her face.  I am just kinda grateful for the opportunity of experiencing you live again, but I have one little request…

How about playing Sunstroke House?  It’s one of my favourite songs from Strange Bird, and this, given how much I love this album and all the songs on it, is really something.  I’d love to be able to describe what this song does to my insides, but to be honest I’m not sure I’d do it properly.  It’s kind of a combination of sadness and melancholy and empty, lonely hallways and Sunday afternoons where the sun is disappearing too quickly.

Anyway, I’m sure whatever you play it’ll be amazing.  I’m so very excited.

See you and the band tomorrow,

Karen.

P.S.  No Such Place would also be okay.  Or Bottle Baby.  Or Song in the Key of Chance.  Okay stopping now.


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