Sisyphus was a cruel Greek king who was punished to push a large rock up on a steep hill, only to find it rolling back on nearing the top. Ever since, he has been known for pushing the rock tirelessly till eternity (source)
I’ve been internet searching all kinds of album titles this year. This sweet little tune is the best thing I’ve heard in a while. From it’s “Let it roll…” bit, which I feel may reference George Harrison’s “Ballad of Sir Frankie Crisp (Let it Roll)” and to the Radiohead “Karma Police”-type piano layer. And the bass line reference I can’t quite put my mind on (I will report back on this later). This song is lush, as Andrew Bird so often does, but it’s fast-spitted words makes it more exciting and different.
This is a keeper. The album drops next week. I’ve ordered multiple copies to my beautiful record store.
Four minutes and twenty seconds of chills. I’ll never forget hearing this song for the first time at the Choir! Choir! Choir!/Jody Stephens event at the Great Hall.
The C!C!C! team had rehearsed the back up vocals to join in as Jody played this song. . They were also in the crowd and could actually sing, so it was a very welcome contribution. It was a delightful change up from singing “Thirteen” about one hundred times that evening
That moment when you’re one song into a live session and your remember it ain’t live. Neko Case can do absolutely no wrong!
I can’t wait to see her in late September!
What a fun tune! From some internet prying, it looks like this tune was played in the My Morning Jacket live set, but James just formally recorded it as a solo project.
Perhaps I’m just reminiscing on the easier times, but the inspiration of today’s music selections has been the nineties and the early oughts. I can’t help but do the simple math to think about how long ago 1997, 1999 and 2002 were. In 1999, I was just eleven and learning about fractions and integers while Matt Pryor of the Get Up Kids were twenty-one and drinking legally for the first time. In 1999 they made one of my favourite albums ever created, Something to Write Home About.
I think the most formative years for my music taste were between 2002-2004. I listened to a whole lot of crap music, but some have stuck with me. Something to Write Home About is still incredible seventeen years later:
This is one slick song and it hasn’t lost its cool in nine years of listening:
It has been so long since I’ve visited this spot. I guess I can thank Jenny Lewis for this one, who I get to see this Saturday to celebrate ten years of Rabbit Fur Coat.
I love this performance of “Happy,” where Lewis delivers an uncertain act to a very deliberate performance (just watch her expressions throughout):
Fast forward ten years to about a month ago and soak up this delightful sing-a-long. One of the few I wouldn’t be afraid to belt out in a live show.
I was fifteen when Saves the Day In Reverie came out and I fell in love. I’m nearly thirty and I still love the album. It was cute to hear this recent interview with my hero from my teen years. The interviewer apologized to Chris for trashing his album from over ten years ago –
Going Off Track Person – “Hey, it took me like ten years, but I finally came around on In Reverie”
Chris Conley – “No worries, man. I made a whole album that sounded like “Freakish””
I do a lot of data entry at my day job. It gives me the opportunity to listen to an infinite supply of podcasts. I found Strangers a little while back and I’ve been hooked for the last few weeks. The most recent episode is from Tamara Lindeman, who has a Toronto-based music outfit, The Weather Station. She credits her musical career to the fella she loved and lost. You can listen to her beautiful story here.
Strangers feels like a good Sarah Polley film.
It figures Lucy Dacus introduced me to Saddle Creek’s Big Thief.
I punched in Big Thief to see when they’re playing Toronto and discovered I missed their tiny tiny-venue Sunday night set. The very same thing happened to me with Lucy Dacus back in March.