What am I to do?
Someone here is really not happy
Put myself on a line
It seems I never got through to you
So I wean myself off slowly
I’m a darkened soul
My streets all pop music and gold
Our lives are on TV
You switch off and try to sleep
People get so lonely
I believe I believe I believe
Everything’s out to sea
I believe I believe I believe I believe
That is the way it should be
I hope you feel the same
Everyone is dying
Stop crying now, here comes the sun
I didn’t mean to hurt you, no no no
It takes time to see what you have done
So I wean myself off slowly
I believe I believe I believe
Love is the only one
I deceive I deceive I deceive I deceive
Cos I’m not that strong
Hope you feel the same
And now it seems that we’re falling apart
But I hope I see the good in you come back again
Oops — someone screwed up. Listen to the keyboard, which sounds perfectly fine…until Eddie starts playing. Obviously, they’re either playing it back at the wrong sampling rate (as has been suggested) or whoever is offstage playing the keyboard has bumped a knob or turned a dial. It’s embarrassing and almost impossible to listen to, but catch Eddie trying to make it all work out.
I’m not a huge VH fan, but this guy knows what he’s doing.
I have a spectacular drive to work now, past St. Mary’s by the Sea, Southport Harbor, and Westport Beach. This morning’s sunrise was, actually, a bit of a disappointment compared to mornings past:
It’s Bob Mould’s birthday today. All hail the God of Alternative Rock. The concert in which I stood five feet away from him will remain the highlight of my music-going experiences.
This morning on NPR, I heard a band called Band of Horses. They were great. Their new album, “Cease to Begin,” is fantastic, a kind of cross between Uncle Tupelo, early R.E.M., and Freedy Johnston. My favourite of their songs at this moment, though, is a perfect jangle-pop gem from their first album called “Weed Party.” Check it out!
Lifehacker wants to know what’s in my “Go Bag.” Since I left about half of my usual “Go Bag” contents at work, I’m going to have to tell you what’s in my pockets instead.
I finished my review of Annie Lennox’s Songs of Mass Destruction for kevchino.com. You can hear the audio version by clicking below; the print version will be up soon.
Produced by Glen Ballard! Mixed by Tom Lord-Alge! Does it get any better than that? Sure, Annie’s still on Sony/BMG, who seem to think that copying music you already own is stealing, but we can forgive that…can’t we?
If you go to Annie’s MySpace page (I know — creepy!), you can listen to “Womankind” and “Ghosts In My Machine,” the two strongest tracks on the album. TOM LORD-ALGE. That’s all I have to say. Even with crappy 128 MP3 compression, those snare drums pop like nothing I’ve ever heard. Absolutely unbelievable. Who has ears like that anymore?
