It breaks my heart to say that when I was in pain
I wanted you to feel the same
So, I’m sort of back. The last few months have been tumultuous in so many ways, but at last I have found myself to be in a place where I have the time and mental order to try and start doing this again. The inspired peacefulness of “Song For Dennis Brown” resembles my state of mind at the moment.
I am struck, once again, by what an amazing live band The Avett Brothers are.
Yes, Wilco (The Album) was a great album all the way through. But even so, not one of the other eleven songs came anywhere near being as sublimely amazing as “Country Disappeared”. Given the fact that it is Wilco we are speaking about the track jumps up to a higher level still when played live, which is case in this Blogotheque-video too.
So, King of Limbs (I suppose no further introduction to the album is necessary, deeming from the massive buzz that surrounded it during the previous week) has been out there for four days now, and I have still managed to avoid listening to everything but a couple of songs from it. Not that I am unexcited, but I think I want to wait for the physical release. For no real reason whatsoever, really.
While waiting, I compiled a “best of Radiohead” thingy. And then I converted it to a “dream setlist” thingy instead, since I have never seen the band live. It looks like this:
Radiohead: the dream setlist
“I Might Be Wrong”
“Bulletproof..I Wish I Was”
“Climbing Up the Walls”
“Jigsaw Falling Into Place”
“Fake Plastic Trees”
“Where I End and You Begin”
“Street Spirit (Fade Out)”
“Like Spinning Plates”
“How to Disappear Completely”
I went to a funeral lately and “Kettering” by The Antlers has been echoing throughout my head ever since.
Portraying the inevitable decline of a terminally ill hospice patient, the song possesses an almost Bergman-esque sense of bleak beauty in the face of the devastating hopelessness conjured by both its gloomy lyrics and slightly eerie chord progression. It is also one of those rare songs that I have not managed to grow tired of yet, despite having listened to it an unhealthy (pun definitely not intended) number of times by now.