Saturday, January 30, 2016
“Over the River,” The High Llamas
Number 2 in a new series, this instrumental is like mainlining emotion, sad and sweet, tho some jerk on Amazon called it “kitschy.”
Is that a bird I heard? Yes, yes, a little brown one dressed in houndstooth decoupage, wandering forlornly through a crackly film strip on the wintry day his best friend moved away… On the path he finds a stray piece of yarn, rusty orange like a secret patch on a magical calico cat, leading him home.
True fact: This song is played by a quintet of chickadees who talked incessantly during the recording, their blip-chirps and tweet-beats perching like arpeggios on the sheet music they pretended to follow.
Oh yes, I’ve used this song here before.
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
One of my goals for 2016 is to write more in my little blog, so I’m gonna make it as easy as possible on myself—twice a month I will write 88 words or less, kinda poem-y, about a song that is stuck in my head and bones and brain forever. Like you know how each one of our cells is a room with its own world going on inside it? Well, there’s a turntable in one of the rooms, with a stack of scratchy 45s that get played over and over. In this series, I'll share what’s in my stack : )
"Rock And Roll," The Velvet Underground
The guitars! They’re like the morning sun shining on icicles…glittering shards from a half-frozen lake served up in a cup by a bearded lady. Wait and the light hits right, again and again…and you feel so good, so good.
And then, when you’re not expecting it, Lou takes a breath and lets Foghorn Leghorn’s big-hearted funky, junkie cousin step up to the mike and feel that “fine, fine” music….
When people ask, “Stones or Beatles,” sometimes I say Kinks, and maybe what I really mean is Velvets.
P.S. Here it is:
And P.S.S. This song showed up on this blog once before.