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Their latest album, "Selenography," came out on Tuesday and I'm listening to it now. The melodies are hard to follow, but it doesn't matter because the harmonies are so beautiful that each new turn of phrase offers something to both delight you and bring tears to your eyes. I wish I could find some sound files so you all could hear it. It's just incredible. |
If anybody cares. |
I saw Rachel's play with Matmos about a year or so ago, at the Black Cat in DC. I've never been so bored at a performance. I blame Matmos. I recommend their third album, "The Sea and the Bells," to all interested. Seriously, go on Audiogalaxy and look for MP3s as soon as possible. |
i think my modem is fixin' to die, too. is this album songs written by selena or just performed by selena? |
The band is called Rachel's. (Not The Rachels, as I would like to call them.) Here is a link to their page on Amazon.com, with soundclips. |
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I don't have speakers at work, but I believe my favorite tracks on there are "Letters Home" and "The Blue-Skinned Waltz" and maybe "Lloyd's Register." This is a neat album. The booklet that came with it was a long blank-verse poem of a man and a woman who sailed on the last boat insured by Lloyds of London in the 1700s. I remember stealing one of its lines for a poem I wrote -- "his mouth makes death-shapes." Listen to it. Droopy, go buy some speakers. Or the album. |
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its ok, but im leary of indie rock musicians who cross over into unusual genres. i saw the former bassist of the Smiths David Sefton yesterday walking down the street. He's the new Arts & Entertainment Director at UCLA and the biggest reason we are having this here i need to find some cash to go. |
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Rockers who are classically trained are fewer and far between than not. |
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i've seen cale perform his classical music. it was weak and dull. his rock was far more better. |
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Tori Amos Thom York(e) of Radiohead umm...others... |
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i once saw a documentary on pbs called "glenn gould's toronto." (i'm pretty sure it was toronto; it was somewhere in canada.) anyway, it was hosted by him and he took you through toronto. at one point he's in the zoo and talking about the time he was walking through a field one day singing mahler and all the cows had stopped munching on the grass to look at him. he was convinced that he had connected with these cows through music on some spiritual level. (he was wrong; cows have the IQ of a big mac and would stare at you if you were in a field farting the black sabbath songbook.) but in the documentary he stands in front of the gorilla pit and sings mahler at the top of his lungs. the gorillas ignore him completely. he observes, "maybe i should've tried beethoven." [beethoven and gorillas might be wrong, it could be elephants and mozart. or something else.] i actually own a video tape of "32 two short films about glenn gould." i haven't had a working vhs in several years, though. but i remember there was one part in there about some of his radio broadcasts. the impression i got was that he would interview people and then loop their voices together like music. in fact, somebody in the movie said that gould had an annoying habit of "conducting" you while you talked to him, as though he were listening to you as music. which i think is pretty cool. |
diamanda galas. nick cave. that's all i can think of at this moment before i leave for work. |
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(Which one did you get?) |
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right now i'm listening to nazareth doing "hair of the dog." |
they also played "blinded by the light", and i'll give a dollar to anyone who can tell me what that song is actually about. i'm particularly interested in the line that goes, as i have interpreted it: wrecked up like a deuce, you know, the rumor in the night. (?) |
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band And she was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least" And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance Yeah he was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes She said I'll turn you on sonny to something strong if you play that song with the funky break And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card, he said, do what you like, but don't do it here Well I jumped up, spit in the air, turned around, asked wich was the way back home He said take a right at the light, keep going straight until night, and then boy you're on your own And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon And some kidnapped handicap was complaining that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but he'd figured he'd be all right He was just blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun Oh but mama that's where the fun is OR... Chorus: Blinded by the light revved up like a deuce Another runner in the night Blinded by the light revved up like a deuce Another runner in the night Blinded by the light revved up like a deuce Another runner in the night (fading) Madman dummers bummers, Indians in the summer, With a teenager diplomat And the dumps with the mumps As the adolescent pumps his way into his hat With a boulder my shoulder, feeling kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin, the calliope crashed to the ground (pickup) the calliope crashed to the ground (chorus) Some silicon sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes. I'll run you on sonny to something strong play the song with the funky break And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather charts see if it was safe outside And little Early Burly came by in his curly wurly and asked me if i needed a ride (pickup) asked me if i needed a ride (chorus) Bridge: She got down but she never got tired She's gonna make it to the night She's gonna make it through the night (break with soul-stirring solo) Oh momma that's where the fun is But momma that's where the fun is Momma always told me not to look in the eye's on the sun But momma that's where the fun is (chop sticks variation) So brimstone-baritone, anti-cyclone Rolling Stone Preacher from the East, says dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone thats what they expect at least It's a new grown chaperon standing in the corner watching the young girls dance and some fresh sown moonstone messing with his frozen zone, only reminding him of romance (pickup) and the calliope crashed to the ground (Chorus) (Chorus and First Verse) Now Scott with the sling-shot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand and some blood-shot forget-me-not said daddy's waX X X ?buck-shot? turn up the band (repeat Verse 2 "Silicon sister with a manager....") (bridge) |
damn. it will plague me. |
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back in the '50s and early '60s they would take old cars from the '30s and tweak the shit out of them. |
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it's very soundtracky. i don't hate it. |
. Spider, was it you who suggested it to me? I think so. Anyway, thanks. |
I saw them perform live with Matmos a few years ago, and sadly, it was the most boring show I've ever been to. I think I left early, it was so boring. But I blame Matmos. |
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Thanks again! |