BIG Boat!
I shelled out a hand full of dollars of M. Wards 'Transistor Radio' yesterday and man oh man, it's fucking great. It's kind of a concept record, in that it's dedicated to the remaining independent and open format disc jockeys still out there spinning their spell across the airwaves. I sat listening and sketching a draft of a front yard tree on my porch. The sunset was glowing against a slackening horizon; and the music was most appropriate. I dub M Wards general sound as 'Antique Rock'. Hs albums are becoming more and more important to me with each listen. This is a living blue-print archeotype of what I one day set out to accompolish with my songs.
Very much like the Jason Lytle contributed 'Transfiguration of Vincent' Transistor opens with “You Still Believe Me”. This is a lush, two and a half minute instrumental that closes with the warm hum of a tube radio as Ward’s acoustic guitar rides the white hush into “One Life Away” which literally sounds as if it was recorded by placing condenser mics next to a radio broadcast of the song. There are also some other choice tracks (BIG BOAT!) including Howe Gelb and John Parish contributing rhythm section. FUCKING... AMAZING! All in all, this Merge record should be in your collection.
Before work today, the dead-end kids and I managed to fill the grey, soggy morning with nine holes of amateur golf. It was an eight o'clock meet-up in the bumfuck town of Lafargeville. Hosting the LA golf course, The dead end kids smoked copious amounts of grass between holes. I pass up such offers in preparation for piss-test job interviews in the future. My game wasn't too bad, given the fact that I play golf about as much as I play tennis. Granted, I'm no slave to the country club scene, I think the lads were suprised with my stroke as I did suprisingly well. Courting my ancient grandad clubs and avoiding sandtraps and water hazards. My putter was a source of comedic relief bcause it's orgins are based out of a Put-Put in Kesington, MD. I drank a couple beers and pissed in the woods. It was a full morning. Now it's television until three-thirty. I need to book a plane tickets to Denver and sell my bass amp to the guitar shop. Too much shit to do before the end of July
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Very much like the Jason Lytle contributed 'Transfiguration of Vincent' Transistor opens with “You Still Believe Me”. This is a lush, two and a half minute instrumental that closes with the warm hum of a tube radio as Ward’s acoustic guitar rides the white hush into “One Life Away” which literally sounds as if it was recorded by placing condenser mics next to a radio broadcast of the song. There are also some other choice tracks (BIG BOAT!) including Howe Gelb and John Parish contributing rhythm section. FUCKING... AMAZING! All in all, this Merge record should be in your collection.
Before work today, the dead-end kids and I managed to fill the grey, soggy morning with nine holes of amateur golf. It was an eight o'clock meet-up in the bumfuck town of Lafargeville. Hosting the LA golf course, The dead end kids smoked copious amounts of grass between holes. I pass up such offers in preparation for piss-test job interviews in the future. My game wasn't too bad, given the fact that I play golf about as much as I play tennis. Granted, I'm no slave to the country club scene, I think the lads were suprised with my stroke as I did suprisingly well. Courting my ancient grandad clubs and avoiding sandtraps and water hazards. My putter was a source of comedic relief bcause it's orgins are based out of a Put-Put in Kesington, MD. I drank a couple beers and pissed in the woods. It was a full morning. Now it's television until three-thirty. I need to book a plane tickets to Denver and sell my bass amp to the guitar shop. Too much shit to do before the end of July
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