-Spun like threads, your words wove straitjackets around us
Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
April Shananigans: Oh, Thursday...
The things you do, the things you say.
-Take away the heavily medicated layer of happy thoughts
-Take away the heavily medicated layer of happy thoughts
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Pimping Live
I've been to an embarrassing number of shows this year... I'll chalk it up to being exceptionally busy with work and on the road more than 50% of the time. That said, I always have to thank my close friends for smacking me around a bit and dragging me out to shows, since I know I'll always love them (even if the morning after mild ear-ringing and hangover combination makes work a bit of a bitch).
So thank you Steve, for taking me to see an old haunt, The Deer Hunter, at Mod Club last night. Possibly one of the hardest working prog brains in the biz, Casey Crescenzo (yes, that is his real name) has produced an ungodly amount of music since forming DH in 2005. Granted, it all averages out to about a full length per year (which is already impressive) but add to that the complexity and intricacy with which their songs are crafted and scored and you can imagine that this band does little else than eat, sleep and write.
That said, their live set didn't suffer, so they must spend any leftover moments touring. The band played for roughly two and a half hours and wove a set through a massive variety of rockers, ballads, trippy ambience and everything in between. What I respected the most is that even amidst a drunk, dumbass TO crowd calling out song names, the band stuck to their guns and stated that this was the set "they crafted for and wanted to play for us."
And I liked the set they played for me, not only because they played my favourite DH song.
-I ain't gonna stop till the feeling is wrong, got me sewn up tight and afraid no more
So thank you Steve, for taking me to see an old haunt, The Deer Hunter, at Mod Club last night. Possibly one of the hardest working prog brains in the biz, Casey Crescenzo (yes, that is his real name) has produced an ungodly amount of music since forming DH in 2005. Granted, it all averages out to about a full length per year (which is already impressive) but add to that the complexity and intricacy with which their songs are crafted and scored and you can imagine that this band does little else than eat, sleep and write.
That said, their live set didn't suffer, so they must spend any leftover moments touring. The band played for roughly two and a half hours and wove a set through a massive variety of rockers, ballads, trippy ambience and everything in between. What I respected the most is that even amidst a drunk, dumbass TO crowd calling out song names, the band stuck to their guns and stated that this was the set "they crafted for and wanted to play for us."
And I liked the set they played for me, not only because they played my favourite DH song.
-I ain't gonna stop till the feeling is wrong, got me sewn up tight and afraid no more
Friday, February 22, 2013
Weighing Ghosts
It's been a while and I feel I've been negligent. Not a lot of time today before I bugger off to New York, but enough time to share this:
Happy Friday.
Happy Friday.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Vocal Navigation
While this will publish in the morning, for now, it is evening. I am tired, I am a few whiskies in and I don't know exactly why I'm writing right now.
So, this post should be about as good as any other.
For some weird reason, I've been listening to Guided By Voices lately. I was never a fan when I was younger and even now, I probably enjoy less than 30% of their back catalogue, including pretty much everything they've put out since their 2010 reunion. Generally speaking, I think I actually hate Robert Pollard's voice and I just tried to listen to I am a Scientist without falling asleep... couldn't do it.
With that glowing review out of the way, I will say that there are still a handful of songs that have seen rotation in my playlist as of late that have been fantastic little reminders of a simpler, wonderful time. So, instead of just sitting here and being an asshole, why don't we just listen to a solid track from 2004.
-Passion for its own sake within a veil of fickle heartbreak
So, this post should be about as good as any other.
For some weird reason, I've been listening to Guided By Voices lately. I was never a fan when I was younger and even now, I probably enjoy less than 30% of their back catalogue, including pretty much everything they've put out since their 2010 reunion. Generally speaking, I think I actually hate Robert Pollard's voice and I just tried to listen to I am a Scientist without falling asleep... couldn't do it.
With that glowing review out of the way, I will say that there are still a handful of songs that have seen rotation in my playlist as of late that have been fantastic little reminders of a simpler, wonderful time. So, instead of just sitting here and being an asshole, why don't we just listen to a solid track from 2004.
-Passion for its own sake within a veil of fickle heartbreak
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