Oh, you scientists. Now you’re trying to make me love you. Well, making bacon into health food will get you everywhere. I already take Omega-3 every day. Does this mean I have to quit, or should I keep taking it and make my heart impervious to disease for a thousand years? ~

On a grey day, sing a happy little tune:

When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy’s shoulder
And dad would throw the garbage all across the floor
As we would lay and learn what each other’s bodies were for

And this is the room
One afternoon I knew I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try

– Jeff Mangum ~

15 best skylines in the world. It’s definitely time to commit this to my to do list: see all of these ASAP. One down, 14 to go. ~

I never really noticed singers before Neko Case. After her it’s hard not to concentrate on singing, and impossible not to see the voice as an instrument. Unlike other indie rock songstresses who shall remain nameless she actually writes for her voice, assuming it to be an important part of making a musical statement. A perfect example is my current favorite track on ‘Fox Confessor Brings The Flood’, “That Teenage Feeling” whose lyric is beautiful and complex and whose melody is equally so, conjuring up a bygone era when lushness was strived for despite technical limitations. This album should be drifting from the car radio of a 54 Chevy followed by nothing but the fingernail moon and its own dusty rooster tail. Her voice wells up in the reverb, piling up on itself in triplicate and crashing against the edges of the soundscape. It’s truly beautiful and unlike so much of what we hear, it’s musical.
Best part? She has no trouble live. Not a bit.
I’m hoping to be able to catch her at least one of the nights she plays Carrboro. Embedded in that hope is one that it won’t sell out, which has happened every other time she’s been here. We love our heartbroken torchsong bearing damsels here in the south, I suppose. ~