Happy birthday, blog. For the first year you cried and slept a lot; this past year you moved on to crawling...maybe now you'll waddle? (like a duck) Even when I abandoned you for 4 months, you were still there when I came back. I appreciate that. I also should thank Harris for providing file hosting and generally rocking my world.
Andrew Bird - Fiery Crash
This is my favorite song of the blog year thus far. I'm always been amazed at the way Andrew Bird makes lines like "beige tiles and magazines / Lou Dobbs and the CNN team" work as part of his narrative. In the case of "Fiery Crash" the narrative is a sarcastic one. The world could end any moment now, so "to save all our lives you've got to envision / the fiery crash." The song plays as a big musical joke on the current terrorism-fearing security complex: it's "just a nod to mortality / before you get on a plane."
It remains a mystery to me why when music critics (bloggers are guilty too) talk about the National, for example, their music is spoken of as innately political. When Andrew Bird in the artist in question, we get the "multi-instrumentalist", the man who whistles, who recorded his album in a big barn, spending months by himself without any music but his own. No mention of his commentary on the current state of world affairs.
(Update: I forgot to mention - Happy birthday John McCain!)
Andrew Bird - Fiery Crash
This is my favorite song of the blog year thus far. I'm always been amazed at the way Andrew Bird makes lines like "beige tiles and magazines / Lou Dobbs and the CNN team" work as part of his narrative. In the case of "Fiery Crash" the narrative is a sarcastic one. The world could end any moment now, so "to save all our lives you've got to envision / the fiery crash." The song plays as a big musical joke on the current terrorism-fearing security complex: it's "just a nod to mortality / before you get on a plane."
It remains a mystery to me why when music critics (bloggers are guilty too) talk about the National, for example, their music is spoken of as innately political. When Andrew Bird in the artist in question, we get the "multi-instrumentalist", the man who whistles, who recorded his album in a big barn, spending months by himself without any music but his own. No mention of his commentary on the current state of world affairs.
(Update: I forgot to mention - Happy birthday John McCain!)
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I think that my favorite Andrew Bird lyric--beating out even the venerable "We're gonna meet someday in the crumbled financial institutions of this land"--has to be off Armchairs from his new album:
"I dreamed you were a cosmonaut of the space between our chairs, and that I was a cartographer of the tangles in your hair."
Tables and Chairs does have some of my favorite lines, "we're gonna live on our wits / we're gonna throw away survival kits, / trade butterfly-knives for adderal" ...which of course ends with "there will be snacks" ...at the moment, however, my favorite Andrew Bird song is "Opposite Day." Armchair Apocrypha is all about the one-liners and hooks "Thank god it's fatal"
btw, I never know which alex it is that leaves the nice comments... alex of blog fresh radio, alex as in joe's brother, alex my preschool buddy, alex who I'm forgetting or never knew in the first place....
that would be my brother
and if you were in an old hotel that happened to be on fire...?
well, maybe i'd jump, maybe i'd reconsider, or maybe i'd just climb a little higher.
just don't drink that milk in front of the window!
I feel made fun of for some reason. It could be the "Alex Joe's brother." Possibly?
happy blog b-day!
i'll see what i can do as a present in this week's spam or maybe on gimmie gimmie gimmie.