Sunday, July 12, 2009
Moving...
Roughly, the blog is moving to http://www.marginalboy.com/blog/ where it shall be a part of a mashup which combines all the blogs I've been writing over the years. Which, truth be told, isn't that many, but...I'm also playing with WP management :-)
Monday, April 27, 2009
And I'm an ass. But to make up for it, I offer this little widget with 3 of my favorite songs from this awesome mix called Dark Was The Night, curated by The National to benefit AIDS research charities. Talk about indie awesome overload. Seriously.
Also, through the glories of Facebook, I learned that my cousin's husband did the art for it. This is something I find most exceedingly cool, and I have told her that. *sigh* Did anyone forget The National is my favorite band? If so, then it is for your shame...
A little smidge of trivia: The little piece of Feist+BenGibbard face-killing sweetness above is actually a Vashti Bunyan cover from 1966. Just in case you're on Jeopardy or something...
Also, through the glories of Facebook, I learned that my cousin's husband did the art for it. This is something I find most exceedingly cool, and I have told her that. *sigh* Did anyone forget The National is my favorite band? If so, then it is for your shame...
A little smidge of trivia: The little piece of Feist+BenGibbard face-killing sweetness above is actually a Vashti Bunyan cover from 1966. Just in case you're on Jeopardy or something...
Friday, January 09, 2009
wow, almost a year...
SO! It's been nearly a year since I vowed to update this thing more frequently. Oops. Well, just in case we haven't been purged from one of the 6 previous readers' newsfeeds, I'll just say I'll endeavor in this new year to do better. God knows I'll have time on my hands, since I don't yet speak Arabic. Anyway, here's an interesting band with a wholesome sound. Surprisingly decent for a band making their name on BandCamp...
I give you, The Secret 6, courtesy of this snifty embedded player:
I give you, The Secret 6, courtesy of this snifty embedded player:
Sunday, January 27, 2008
MGMT Video
I owe you all a post about the Yeasayer/MGMT concert last week, but I neglected to do it this weekend and it'll be a day or two before I can even think of getting it up. By way of apology, I offer you an MGMT video of their catchiest song (to my mind) and probably the highlight of the whole show. I actually danced. Foolishly, with my arms in the air.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Lyrics
Check out some misheard lyrics. Some links to a few that really had me laughing:
P.S. - Site look is still in transition...I'm working on it!
P.S. - Site look is still in transition...I'm working on it!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
New look
If you're not reading this in RSS, you may have noticed the distinct "baby poop" look we have going here. Site template edits are in progress, and we promise it won't stay this way forev's...
Monday, January 21, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Joan As Police Woman
Name: Joan As Police Woman
Status: What I'm listening to right now...
Goes Well With: Wine...
Cool Fact: She was dating Jeff Buckley when he drowned...
Song: The Ride
Status: What I'm listening to right now...
Goes Well With: Wine...
Cool Fact: She was dating Jeff Buckley when he drowned...
Song: The Ride
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Monday, December 31, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
yea! i say :-)
So this band, Yeasayer ... totally awesome and I can't wait to see them at Emo's next month :-) I'm totally going. Like, totally. And maybe to see them at the Granada the night before. Check out the layers, the magnitude. "2080" is my fave, I think, but "Sunrise" is great, too. Seriously, I haven't been this excited about a show since The National...
Yeasayer - 2080
Yeasayer - Sunrise
And I totally cribbed the lyrics to 2080:
Yeasayer - 2080
Yeasayer - Sunrise
And I totally cribbed the lyrics to 2080:
I can't sleep when I think about the times we're living in,
I can't sleep when I think about the future I was born into,
Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning,
But with no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do.
It's a New Year,
I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring,
So let's sing.
In 2080
I'll surely be dead
So don't look ahead,
Never look ahead.
It's a New Year,
I'm glad to be here
It's the first spring,
So let's sing.
And the moon shines bright
On the water tonight
So we won't drown
In the summer sound.
If you find me I'll be sitting by the water fountain,
Picket signs, letdowns, meltdown it's Monday morning
But it's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright
Cause in no time, they'll be gone I guess I'll still be standing here.
It's a New Year,
I'm glad to be here
It's a fresh spring,
So let's sing.
In 2080
I'll surely be dead
So don't look ahead,
Never look ahead.
It's a New Year,
I'm glad to be here
It's the first spring,
So let's sing.
And the moon shines bright
On the water tonight
So we won't drown
In the summer sound.
Yeah Yeah we can all grab at the chance and be handsome farmers,
Yeah you can have twenty one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters,
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us.
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Sigur Ros
The trailer of their film "Heima", set to the absolutely triumphant "Hoppipolla":
It seems a little like a marketing video for Iceland, but damn if I don't want to go visit after watching... This band is pure awesome.
It seems a little like a marketing video for Iceland, but damn if I don't want to go visit after watching... This band is pure awesome.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
triumphant return
Hello dear blog! I just have to say I'm sorry for having not posted in so long, even though I've heard that's bad blogging form. Receiving no help from the tiger-half, I fear the burden was too great and I crumbled.
However, with renewed vigor I return to tell of a great weekend-o'-music. First up, a trip to Dallas with Joe to see The National at the Granada Theater. Let me just say: awesome show. More awesome than the show, though, was meeting lead singer Matt, whom Joe and I both agree is our favorite modern poet. We got a picture and autographs to prove it, too. And a lifetime of regret for not asking about the meaning of Gospel. St. Vincent also played along, and was a surprisingly good opener.
The National is my favorite band. That's a prelude to pointing out that Matt seems to have taken a page from Iggy Pop's book on "Convulsing Spasmatically About The Stage With Nowhere To Put Your Hands". He's a quick study, too.
Saturday was supposed to bring Rodrigo y Gabriela in Austin for an ACL "aftershow" (even though they weren't supposed to play ACL until Sunday...) - but apparently Gabriela got "tired" or something. *spit*
Sunday, though, Will and I made our way to Zilker Park. We saw The National (again, for me) play the same set from Friday, complete with the jumping-off-the-stage-during-Squalor-Victoria routine, and with no less energy. It was a great set on Friday night and it didn't disappoint on Sunday afternoon. We ran to the other side of the park to catch as much of Ben Kweller as possible, then back again to the very same stage to see Devotchka. Of the entire festival, I have to say these polka-rockers impressed me the most. This is to say, the disparity between what I expected and what I got was greatest here. I knew I liked Devotchka, but I wasn't sure how their music would translate to a live venue. (The tuba and -theremin?... being only the beginning of my concern.) Wow. They rocked. Absolutely rocked. And the lead singer was amazing.
Lucinda Williams delivered a great performance, until the virtually unintelligible rant against the war in Iraq and President Bush - both of which she would only refer to obliquely. This strategy lent even more confusion to an already self-conflicted statement. She actually said at one point "Oops, I contradicted myself". (Shut up and sing, Lucinda.) Regina Spektor - while adorable - enjoyed WAY too much popularity, and I believe that fully 80% of the festival skipped Amos Lee to watch her. She was too cute in the way she looked shocked when she completed a song and completely flabbergasted when people applauded afterward. This illusion of naiveté was somewhat shattered when it followed songs with lyrics like "the next door neighbors are fucking to one of my songs".
My Morning Jacket was offered a position of honor near the end of the day. They were terrific, to be sure, but very off. (<-- photographic evidence) Jim James was wearing a very long, very blond wig, which offered a disconcerting (no pun) contrast to his very man-like bearded face. Also in attendance were two women whose job it seems was to stand on stage and do unexpected things with pineapples. No, really: pineapples. One was balanced on a head for a time. Another was cradled like a nursing baby periodically and alternately offered up to the sky in the style of sacrifice. This was apparently a grave task that was undertaken with the utmost sincerity. Surprisingly, it seemed to be observed by most of the large crowd with the same sentiment. Maybe all the pot revealed some hidden message to them that was lost on me. Clearly, I was ill-prepared for the festival...
Enough for now.I'll flesh out this post later perhaps, and link things like a good blogger ought.
However, with renewed vigor I return to tell of a great weekend-o'-music. First up, a trip to Dallas with Joe to see The National at the Granada Theater. Let me just say: awesome show. More awesome than the show, though, was meeting lead singer Matt, whom Joe and I both agree is our favorite modern poet. We got a picture and autographs to prove it, too. And a lifetime of regret for not asking about the meaning of Gospel. St. Vincent also played along, and was a surprisingly good opener.
The National is my favorite band. That's a prelude to pointing out that Matt seems to have taken a page from Iggy Pop's book on "Convulsing Spasmatically About The Stage With Nowhere To Put Your Hands". He's a quick study, too.
The National - Gospel
Saturday was supposed to bring Rodrigo y Gabriela in Austin for an ACL "aftershow" (even though they weren't supposed to play ACL until Sunday...) - but apparently Gabriela got "tired" or something. *spit*
Sunday, though, Will and I made our way to Zilker Park. We saw The National (again, for me) play the same set from Friday, complete with the jumping-off-the-stage-during-Squalor-Victoria routine, and with no less energy. It was a great set on Friday night and it didn't disappoint on Sunday afternoon. We ran to the other side of the park to catch as much of Ben Kweller as possible, then back again to the very same stage to see Devotchka. Of the entire festival, I have to say these polka-rockers impressed me the most. This is to say, the disparity between what I expected and what I got was greatest here. I knew I liked Devotchka, but I wasn't sure how their music would translate to a live venue. (The tuba and -theremin?... being only the beginning of my concern.) Wow. They rocked. Absolutely rocked. And the lead singer was amazing.
Devotchka - How It Ends
Lucinda Williams delivered a great performance, until the virtually unintelligible rant against the war in Iraq and President Bush - both of which she would only refer to obliquely. This strategy lent even more confusion to an already self-conflicted statement. She actually said at one point "Oops, I contradicted myself". (Shut up and sing, Lucinda.) Regina Spektor - while adorable - enjoyed WAY too much popularity, and I believe that fully 80% of the festival skipped Amos Lee to watch her. She was too cute in the way she looked shocked when she completed a song and completely flabbergasted when people applauded afterward. This illusion of naiveté was somewhat shattered when it followed songs with lyrics like "the next door neighbors are fucking to one of my songs".
My Morning Jacket was offered a position of honor near the end of the day. They were terrific, to be sure, but very off. (<-- photographic evidence) Jim James was wearing a very long, very blond wig, which offered a disconcerting (no pun) contrast to his very man-like bearded face. Also in attendance were two women whose job it seems was to stand on stage and do unexpected things with pineapples. No, really: pineapples. One was balanced on a head for a time. Another was cradled like a nursing baby periodically and alternately offered up to the sky in the style of sacrifice. This was apparently a grave task that was undertaken with the utmost sincerity. Surprisingly, it seemed to be observed by most of the large crowd with the same sentiment. Maybe all the pot revealed some hidden message to them that was lost on me. Clearly, I was ill-prepared for the festival...
My Morning Jacket - The Way That He Sings
Enough for now.
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