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Saturday, December 19, 2009

Three things


1. Songs that will sadly not be making our top 100 for the year
...but that we love nonetheless:

Washed Out - New Theory
Small Black - The Kings of Animals
Blake Miller - Tomorrow Sorrow
Orenda Fink - High Ground
Tada Tátà - Hit the Wall
Real Estate - Black Lake

2. Another thing that begs to be mentioned. Okay so maybe I'm begging for it to be mentioned. I keep seeing The Rural Alberta Advantage's "Hometowns" on so many best-of-the-year lists. But the album was released in 2008 - and was re-released by Saddle Creek in 2009. I'm not really keen on the idea of counting re-released albums and we had the album - or a song from it - on our top last year. The annoying thing is, if I wasn't so anal about release dates I would have my quandary about what to place as my number one solved. I'm pretty sure the top spot would have gone to  "Frank, AB". If only for those last 20 seconds of the song. Or just for those lyrics. Seriously that song makes my hair stand on end every time.
You need the backstory first: (Wikipedia) "Frank, Alberta is a coal mining town in the Crowsnest Pass, Alberta. On April 29, 1903, at 4:10 a.m., 90 million tonnes (30 million cubic metres) of limestone crashed from the east face of Turtle Mountain and covered approximately three square kilometres of the valley floor. The slab of rock that broke free was approximately 650 m high, 900 m wide and 150 m thick. The slide dammed the Crowsnest River and formed a small lake, covered 2km of the Canadian Pacific Railway, destroyed most of the coal mine's surface infrastructure, and buried seven houses on the outskirts of the sleeping town of Frank, as well as several rural buildings. Frank was home to approximately 600 people in 1903; it is estimated that 90 of the roughly 100 individuals in the path of the slide were killed. Only fourteen bodies were recovered from the debris at the time of the slide."

And now lyrics:
My love, I will hold on to your touch  until there's nothing left of us
save you from this life
And the cold depths of the rocky clutch won't take away our love
save you from this life
...
And under the rubble of the mountain that tumbled
I'll hold you forever
I'll hold you forever
They'll build up another on the bodies of our brothers
I'll love you forever 

 

And if the end doesn't touch you you're dead inside.

3. This post might have evolved into a love letter to The Rural Alberta Advantage, but initially it was meant to be used as an excuse to post some of Chelsea Greene Lewyta's exquisite illustrations. So here they are:







Wednesday, March 4, 2009

And here in Spain I am a Spaniard

Early morning Barcelona airport
 
I flew to Spain on Monday, travelling via Barcelona and Santiago de Compostela, and will be here for another 4 to 5 weeks, or at least until spring shows its pretty face. I'm here visiting my brother in the lovely (and small) seaside town of Cambados (Galicia), and can see the Atlantic tide come in just outside my window.
I figured a relevant trip-related post was surely in order!

Grandaddy - Aisle Seat 37-D
Miles high
Stalled above the sea
Aisle seat 37-D
The hard guys that are crying quietly
And the mom's lost in shock will never see
Me sittin alone
Wearin head phones
Smiling slightly as we
Fall toward the sea

And I'm havin a glass of red wine
Tryin to find a picture of you
While everyone's goin insane
I feel that I'm staying reasonably calm
And now the pilot's reciting a prayer
But I'm so not there
And I really don't care

Cuz the picture of you I couldn't
I finally found
So everything's fine
And the picture of you I couldn't find
I finally found
So everything's fine
While faster we fall toward the sea
I'm ok cuz yer with me
Here in 37-D

 
10:45 to Santiago


Bishop Allen - Flight 180
how disconnected I can feel on the ground
it's like I'm shining all alone
and I don't wanna be
so
before I go to bed tonight
  I'll signal up to the passing flights
hit the lights
the lights
the lights
the lights ...

This beautiful song was once sent to me by the person I miss and will continue to miss (a LOT) while I'm here...

The Decemberists - Here I dreamt I was an Architect
And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan
Have fallen beneath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
Or are you furrowed like a lioness
And we are vagabonds
We travel without seatbelts on
We live this close to death  
 
The Modern Lovers - Pablo Picasso
Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Apart from the rather obvious Spain connection, I included this as I missed seeing Jonathan Richman in Barcelona by exactly 8 days. This makes me sad.
Touchdown coffee in Santiago de Compostela

Monday, May 12, 2008

Binoculars, butterfly nets and tell-tale ...er... hearts


**photo taken by Steven, in Paris, 2007**
 
Some song lyrics that have put a smile upon my face during the past week…
Giant Bear – Devil On the Wall (If you like: folk)
“There was blood on your wrist
And a bible on your reading list”
Slow Club – Slow Club Summer Shakedown (If you like: The Lisps if they were British; handclaps; summer songs)
“I’m looking for someone with binoculars so I don’t have to get so close because that’s when the most casualties arise”
Bishop Allen – Butterfly Nets (If you like: sweet female vocals; butterflies in or out of your stomach)
“Still surprised to catch you every time…
Armed with this small butterfly net only
I will face the world alone and never be lonely”
cLOUDDEAD – Pop Song (If you like: Why? or Odd Nosdam; anticon; experimental hip-hop)
“How can I be your lover when you sport a head of rubber?
Sucker... you can't take applause to bed with you.
I've got my own blood and a decent depression line.
…And then we say "fuck" in our pop song.”
Kanye West – Homecoming ft. Chris Martin (If you like: Kanye West)
“I met this girl when I was three years old
And what I loved most she had so much soul
She said ‘excuse me little homie, I know you don’t know me but
My name is Wendy and I like to blow trees’ ”
Joan of Arc – A Tell-Tale Penis (If you like: literary references; Owls; weird relationships; melancholy)
“You can end things with your boyfriend
I'll quit chasing you around
But how long will the echo of the tell-tale penis sound?”
And speaking of tell-tale things, if you're a fan of Poe, be sure to watch the A-M-A-Z-I-N-G UPA 1953 animated short based on A Tell-Tale Heart! (or else, download and listen to the short story - yes, on mp3 because we're computer geeks)