I have been talking about these shows to a friend recently. Surprisingly, in completely positive manner. I used to resent the music scene back in Ontario, but there's something I miss about it.
I am somewhere up front in all of these, which was always a bit out of character for me to do. Plus, especially in the first one, I can pinpoint so many friends I know. The best part of the last video is when the person shooting it goes "underwater" (when everything goes black due to 500 kids trying to pile on him). I was actually just to the left of this shot, I'm probably in it at some point. I remember it specifically because I had been hoisted against my will onto the stage and remained there for the rest of the set. It hurt to a ridiculous extent, but it was fun.
This was just over a year ago now. It sort of sums up how the best shows went for me in London, Ontario. Most of the local scene became pretty pathetic over the last few years compared to say, 2005-2006. 90% of the bands that came around sounded exactly the same, most of the venues closed down, and the ones that stuck around had the worst sound you could imagine. When it was good though, it was the best times. All the same, I was pretty desperate to finally get out of there and be surrounded by new sounds, music that I would appreciate a lot more. As fun as all these shows were, there were only a handful of bands I actually enjoyed musically.
I've found it here, but only to a point. Within a sea of copycats and pretentious nature, I have met the most passionate musicians I ever have. The unfortunate thing is that I'm barely able to say the same thing about the audience.
Back in Canada, the GREAT shows only made up a small percentage of the events happening in the area. Since living here, I have been going to see amazing bands on quite a regular basis. But there's no community in this crowd. Or at least, I still need to find it.
Wednesday, 2 December 2009
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
She stopped drinking Diet Coke...she on that coke diet.
Alright, in an attempt to keep this beast alive and breathing (switch that order around, perhaps), I'll review the Monsters of Folk show I went to.
Anyone who has ever discussed music with me knows that I love Bright Eyes. Fuck, if you saw my first Last.fm (or the second, for that matter), you knew that the 3000+ playcount of Oberst-related material was an indication that I love me some Saddle Creek. Hell, half the stuff I've posted on here is related to Conor Oberst. Still, I had yet to see him (much to my displeasure, because I believe I would've made the Cassadaga tour if I wasn't 16 and had an exam the next day), so I jumped (literally) at the chance to see him with Monsters of Folk. Imagine my joy when I found out that they weren't just playing the songs from their self-titled album, but solo sets were intermingling with covers and their collective material. Imagine my joy when I read reviews from previous dates telling me that they sounded harmoniously insane, ridiculously good together, and put on amazing performances. I NEARLY SHAT MYSELF, OKAY? There, now it's out there.
I arrived at Massey Hall 15 minutes before showtime, only to see a fairly empty theatre. As it turns out, they started at 8:18 (not 8, so to hell with you, punctuality!) and opened with 'Baby Boomer', which is a gloriously knee-slapping number that showcases the entire band's individual talents. Segue into another song before M. Ward took the stage alone to play 'One Hundred Million Years' from this year's impeccable Hold Time, which gave way to Post-War's 'Chinese Translation'. Side note: this is my favourite song off that album, which already was/is one of my all-time favourites...so picking from that lyrically astounding bunch is like, I don't know, choosing between pears and grapes. Needless to say, I was elated. M. Ward's voice is this smoky drawl that sounds beautiful in any format; imagine early Tom Waits with a bit of butter. I have previously said it's like chocolate, and it really is.
More MOF songs, and then Jim James and Conor Oberst came out to sing 'I Will Be There When You Die'. I had a feeling it was a My Morning Jacket song (and no, I'm not familiar with their catalogue and don't particularly plan on becoming acquainted), but it was beautiful. Sad and poignant, James was possibly close to crying by the end. Either that, or it was the drugs - apparently a border guard let him into their confiscated drug room and said, "Take your pick!" More MOF songs, then Conor did his bit. Oh lord, I swooned. His voice has gotten stronger as the years have gone on - he's not the 13 year old kid singing on cassette anymore, but the warble and nasal edge that made him the "Dylanesque singer-songwriter" came out at the perfect moments during his little solo set; he covered all the right bases, from I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning's 'We Are Nowhere and It's Now' (the performing of which excused the fact that it was featured on the Knocked Up soundtrack, of all fucking places), a gloriously upbeat version of 'At the Bottom of Everything', the personal and profound (I sound like a twat) 'Lenders in the Temple' from his self-titled album, as well as a complete and delicious surprise: 'Kathy With A K's Song (Love Is Real)'. As far as I know, that last one is rarely performed live, and the fact that it was only just rehearsed in the dressing room before the show made it that much more incredible. I fanboy'd a bit and cheered...along with the other Bright Eyes fans recognizing it. All three of them.
Not being a fan of My Morning Jacket had me feeling skeptical about Jim James' solo bits, particularly because I know he's vocally adept but I wasn't about to applaud music I'm not crazy about. I don't know though, he managed to sway me. There were more than a few touching moments during his songs, and he has a range that impressed me. When they all came back out for their encore after ten minutes of standing ovation, he breezed through 'His Master's Voice' (easily the second best song on the MOF album, in my opinion, right after 'Temazcal') and even though they're a folk band...the crescendo into a crashing, plausible wall of sound was welcome end to a beautiful night.
Excuse me while I go sigh in private.
Anyone who has ever discussed music with me knows that I love Bright Eyes. Fuck, if you saw my first Last.fm (or the second, for that matter), you knew that the 3000+ playcount of Oberst-related material was an indication that I love me some Saddle Creek. Hell, half the stuff I've posted on here is related to Conor Oberst. Still, I had yet to see him (much to my displeasure, because I believe I would've made the Cassadaga tour if I wasn't 16 and had an exam the next day), so I jumped (literally) at the chance to see him with Monsters of Folk. Imagine my joy when I found out that they weren't just playing the songs from their self-titled album, but solo sets were intermingling with covers and their collective material. Imagine my joy when I read reviews from previous dates telling me that they sounded harmoniously insane, ridiculously good together, and put on amazing performances. I NEARLY SHAT MYSELF, OKAY? There, now it's out there.
I arrived at Massey Hall 15 minutes before showtime, only to see a fairly empty theatre. As it turns out, they started at 8:18 (not 8, so to hell with you, punctuality!) and opened with 'Baby Boomer', which is a gloriously knee-slapping number that showcases the entire band's individual talents. Segue into another song before M. Ward took the stage alone to play 'One Hundred Million Years' from this year's impeccable Hold Time, which gave way to Post-War's 'Chinese Translation'. Side note: this is my favourite song off that album, which already was/is one of my all-time favourites...so picking from that lyrically astounding bunch is like, I don't know, choosing between pears and grapes. Needless to say, I was elated. M. Ward's voice is this smoky drawl that sounds beautiful in any format; imagine early Tom Waits with a bit of butter. I have previously said it's like chocolate, and it really is.
More MOF songs, and then Jim James and Conor Oberst came out to sing 'I Will Be There When You Die'. I had a feeling it was a My Morning Jacket song (and no, I'm not familiar with their catalogue and don't particularly plan on becoming acquainted), but it was beautiful. Sad and poignant, James was possibly close to crying by the end. Either that, or it was the drugs - apparently a border guard let him into their confiscated drug room and said, "Take your pick!" More MOF songs, then Conor did his bit. Oh lord, I swooned. His voice has gotten stronger as the years have gone on - he's not the 13 year old kid singing on cassette anymore, but the warble and nasal edge that made him the "Dylanesque singer-songwriter" came out at the perfect moments during his little solo set; he covered all the right bases, from I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning's 'We Are Nowhere and It's Now' (the performing of which excused the fact that it was featured on the Knocked Up soundtrack, of all fucking places), a gloriously upbeat version of 'At the Bottom of Everything', the personal and profound (I sound like a twat) 'Lenders in the Temple' from his self-titled album, as well as a complete and delicious surprise: 'Kathy With A K's Song (Love Is Real)'. As far as I know, that last one is rarely performed live, and the fact that it was only just rehearsed in the dressing room before the show made it that much more incredible. I fanboy'd a bit and cheered...along with the other Bright Eyes fans recognizing it. All three of them.
Not being a fan of My Morning Jacket had me feeling skeptical about Jim James' solo bits, particularly because I know he's vocally adept but I wasn't about to applaud music I'm not crazy about. I don't know though, he managed to sway me. There were more than a few touching moments during his songs, and he has a range that impressed me. When they all came back out for their encore after ten minutes of standing ovation, he breezed through 'His Master's Voice' (easily the second best song on the MOF album, in my opinion, right after 'Temazcal') and even though they're a folk band...the crescendo into a crashing, plausible wall of sound was welcome end to a beautiful night.
Excuse me while I go sigh in private.
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
"Only assholes draw on church doors!"
Well, well, well, what the fuck is this thing?
Where to begin? There's a considerable gap between this post and the last one - over two months, at that. A lot happens in two months.
I'll take the opportunity to say that I'm not particularly sure if I like university, as I find myself enjoying everything besides it much more. Of course parties are usually more fun, as are excursions to the market and participating with a shadow cast to Rocky Horror, but the pedantic mediocrity that has become my schedule is wearing me out to the point of annoyance. I was consdering dropping out for a bit there. I whole-heartedly intend on getting involved in the things about my school that interest me: there's a rather kitschy newspaper that reads a lot like this blog, for example, and I suppose joining a task force of sorts for, I don't know, homeless people or kittens would be a good occupant of my time. I keep meaning to do something productive, but then I go outside. Then again, half of my time AT school is spent trying not to laugh at the people I'm in class with - as usually, within one class, there's such a hilarious spectrum of intelligence that it's more educational to watch the resulting dynamics as opposed to, say, reading Shakespeare (again). Example: a course I'm taking on critical writing has the very typical airhead blonde girl who's incredibly fast at sending texts from her iPhone. Politely put, that's where her speed ends. She ain't so bright, and on occasion, her interjections to the class conversations visibly irritate the Bitch United (as I fondly call them, because I think they're fascinating). The Bitch United being these two girls who sit together all the time and cross their arms and, as often as they can, make references to their gender's historical oppression and sneer at any general comment they deem st00pid. Actually, I just made the name Bitch United up, but they are bitchy. Funny bitchy, and they do always sit together. My second theory is that they're lovers, and there's more than a few kids in the class who feel the tension. Maybe it's anger, maybe it's lust, maybe it's an oncoming case of swine flu.
Anyway, there's been lots to do in Toronto. But that's for later, or another blog.
Where to begin? There's a considerable gap between this post and the last one - over two months, at that. A lot happens in two months.
I'll take the opportunity to say that I'm not particularly sure if I like university, as I find myself enjoying everything besides it much more. Of course parties are usually more fun, as are excursions to the market and participating with a shadow cast to Rocky Horror, but the pedantic mediocrity that has become my schedule is wearing me out to the point of annoyance. I was consdering dropping out for a bit there. I whole-heartedly intend on getting involved in the things about my school that interest me: there's a rather kitschy newspaper that reads a lot like this blog, for example, and I suppose joining a task force of sorts for, I don't know, homeless people or kittens would be a good occupant of my time. I keep meaning to do something productive, but then I go outside. Then again, half of my time AT school is spent trying not to laugh at the people I'm in class with - as usually, within one class, there's such a hilarious spectrum of intelligence that it's more educational to watch the resulting dynamics as opposed to, say, reading Shakespeare (again). Example: a course I'm taking on critical writing has the very typical airhead blonde girl who's incredibly fast at sending texts from her iPhone. Politely put, that's where her speed ends. She ain't so bright, and on occasion, her interjections to the class conversations visibly irritate the Bitch United (as I fondly call them, because I think they're fascinating). The Bitch United being these two girls who sit together all the time and cross their arms and, as often as they can, make references to their gender's historical oppression and sneer at any general comment they deem st00pid. Actually, I just made the name Bitch United up, but they are bitchy. Funny bitchy, and they do always sit together. My second theory is that they're lovers, and there's more than a few kids in the class who feel the tension. Maybe it's anger, maybe it's lust, maybe it's an oncoming case of swine flu.
Anyway, there's been lots to do in Toronto. But that's for later, or another blog.
Friday, 28 August 2009
"Tigers love pepper... they hate cinnamon."
Oh my goodness. It's the Radio Says. Like that weird friend you have that you don't think about often enough to keep in proper contact with but you can't quite shake and only call up when you're horrendously bored. I used to complain about being that friend in high school. Hooray for run on sentences though!
Anyway, here's my version of the list Ben JUST POSTED.
THE LIST THAT MADE SUMMER 2009.
1. BIG BROTHER: Oh yes, that little thing that everyone says they hate but actually watch just as obsessively as I do. It's the tenth series, and actually the first of the UK version that I have ever seen. It's the most ridiculous thing I have ever witnessed--- stalkers, wanking, nudity, contestants breaking out of the house, dressing up as aliens and lots of yelling. Brilliant.
2. BLUR: I finally got to see my favourite band, play my favourite songs. In LONDON. In the summer. Perfect.
3. LONDON: I live in one of the most notorious neighbourhoods that isn't Brixton. Still, I love everything about this place.
4. FREE SHOWS: I'm pretty poor. The only show I've had to pay for this year has been Blur. Otherwise, I've been very lucky and extremely greatful.
5. ROSIE: She probably won't read this, but best room mate ever. In fact probably one of the nicest people I have met in years, genuinely.
Lesson learned these past few months- FINDING OUT JUST HOW FAR I CAN STRETCH MY FUNDS: I swear I managed to live off £1.28 for an entire two weeks. Thanks, Sainsburys.
Worst thing ever- SLUGS: No. Stepping on slugs barefoot takes the cake. That's what I get for repeatedly walking into the kitchen without turning the light on. I have learned. In fact, there are three in there right now. Don't ask me why this is a common occurance, though.
Song of the summer- LADY GAGA "PAPARAZZI": Anyone who can listen to this all the way through and not find anything they like about it is blatently ignorant to brilliantly crafted pop music. Plus, she's bonkers and I love the crazies. Gaga, I salute you.
Anyway, here's my version of the list Ben JUST POSTED.
THE LIST THAT MADE SUMMER 2009.
1. BIG BROTHER: Oh yes, that little thing that everyone says they hate but actually watch just as obsessively as I do. It's the tenth series, and actually the first of the UK version that I have ever seen. It's the most ridiculous thing I have ever witnessed--- stalkers, wanking, nudity, contestants breaking out of the house, dressing up as aliens and lots of yelling. Brilliant.
2. BLUR: I finally got to see my favourite band, play my favourite songs. In LONDON. In the summer. Perfect.
3. LONDON: I live in one of the most notorious neighbourhoods that isn't Brixton. Still, I love everything about this place.
4. FREE SHOWS: I'm pretty poor. The only show I've had to pay for this year has been Blur. Otherwise, I've been very lucky and extremely greatful.
5. ROSIE: She probably won't read this, but best room mate ever. In fact probably one of the nicest people I have met in years, genuinely.
Lesson learned these past few months- FINDING OUT JUST HOW FAR I CAN STRETCH MY FUNDS: I swear I managed to live off £1.28 for an entire two weeks. Thanks, Sainsburys.
Worst thing ever- SLUGS: No. Stepping on slugs barefoot takes the cake. That's what I get for repeatedly walking into the kitchen without turning the light on. I have learned. In fact, there are three in there right now. Don't ask me why this is a common occurance, though.
Song of the summer- LADY GAGA "PAPARAZZI": Anyone who can listen to this all the way through and not find anything they like about it is blatently ignorant to brilliantly crafted pop music. Plus, she's bonkers and I love the crazies. Gaga, I salute you.
I'm an old lady, 95 years old! If I don't eat this banana, I'll die!
WHAT THE FUCK.
I am moving soon, and I guess that's reason enough to post. I was debating on whether or not I should just write a list of quotes from the summer; working at camps for individuals with developmental disabilities and diabetes led to some rather notable one-liners. Or, I could brag about an rather excellent cache of vinyl that I stumbled upon the other day (well, week)...which brings me to one of the original purposes of this blog (because I suppose we had a postulated agenda at some point): Destroyer's Bay of Pigs EP is rather excellent, although it could be the weather, or the mood I'm in, or sheer happiness at being able to use my record player again.
I had something lovely to say here, and I'm forgetting it all. Here's a list to pass the time:
TOP THINGS OF THE SUMMER THAT ARE SOMEWHAT RELATED IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER
1. SKINS. Seriously, it was once described (by an actually-British nurse who cared for me while I had the flu) as "the O.C. with actual drugs and real problems...like Vicky Pollard's imagination". Television on the laptop is always a good thing.
2. Rachel Getting Married. Without getting too excited, I haven't been so pleasurably numb after watching a movie in a long time. Move the fuck over, Kate Winslet.
3. The OneTouch <> Insulin Pump. The joys of camp for diabetics included, for me at least, testing a brand-new insulin pump. My street cred is going nowhere as a result, but who can say they were one of the first people in the world to try one out?*
4. ICE CREAM.
5. Harry Potter. Thankfully, the second driest book in the series translated well. Of course they left stuff out, of course DanRad is an awful actor, and of course Ginny is a dank. At least Hermione's not gasping every time she opens her mouth. The more forced laughter, the better!
6. Uh..
I'll get back to this eventually. Not that he;s an afterthought, but it just doesn't seem right for me to do a tribute post to Michael Jackson. I mean, it would go: header, Michael Jackson Tribute, David Carradine Memorial, random post about an Elton John concert I went to, and another post noting a particular, veering car.
That's all for now.
* I was on a saline solution, bot actual insulin. Camp wasn't THAT fun.
I am moving soon, and I guess that's reason enough to post. I was debating on whether or not I should just write a list of quotes from the summer; working at camps for individuals with developmental disabilities and diabetes led to some rather notable one-liners. Or, I could brag about an rather excellent cache of vinyl that I stumbled upon the other day (well, week)...which brings me to one of the original purposes of this blog (because I suppose we had a postulated agenda at some point): Destroyer's Bay of Pigs EP is rather excellent, although it could be the weather, or the mood I'm in, or sheer happiness at being able to use my record player again.
I had something lovely to say here, and I'm forgetting it all. Here's a list to pass the time:
TOP THINGS OF THE SUMMER THAT ARE SOMEWHAT RELATED IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER
1. SKINS. Seriously, it was once described (by an actually-British nurse who cared for me while I had the flu) as "the O.C. with actual drugs and real problems...like Vicky Pollard's imagination". Television on the laptop is always a good thing.
2. Rachel Getting Married. Without getting too excited, I haven't been so pleasurably numb after watching a movie in a long time. Move the fuck over, Kate Winslet.
3. The OneTouch <
4. ICE CREAM.
5. Harry Potter. Thankfully, the second driest book in the series translated well. Of course they left stuff out, of course DanRad is an awful actor, and of course Ginny is a dank. At least Hermione's not gasping every time she opens her mouth. The more forced laughter, the better!
6. Uh..
I'll get back to this eventually. Not that he;s an afterthought, but it just doesn't seem right for me to do a tribute post to Michael Jackson. I mean, it would go: header, Michael Jackson Tribute, David Carradine Memorial, random post about an Elton John concert I went to, and another post noting a particular, veering car.
That's all for now.
* I was on a saline solution, bot actual insulin. Camp wasn't THAT fun.
Thursday, 4 June 2009
I Am Caine, I Will Help You
It is with great sadness that I must write about the passing of a legend. In fact I've already made an appreciation post about him some time back.
David Carradine, kung fu legend, actor, BILL, has passed away while filming in Thailand.
I am absolutely devastated. I can't remember the last time I actually screamed when I find out such news.
I'm not even going to comment on how it happened, why or whatever. Nothing has been confirmed. I am just utterly gutted.
David Carradine, kung fu legend, actor, BILL, has passed away while filming in Thailand.
I am absolutely devastated. I can't remember the last time I actually screamed when I find out such news.
I'm not even going to comment on how it happened, why or whatever. Nothing has been confirmed. I am just utterly gutted.
Friday, 29 May 2009
It's all shit!
Is it wrong of me to be slightly disappointed that Elton John can't hit the nasally falsetto that makes "Oh, but they're weird and they're wonderful" such a memorable lyric? Is it wrong of me to be kind of dismayed that he cannot hit anywhere near the notes he once could - albeit that he still can perform for over an hour non-stop?
I don't know, Billy Joel was more impressive. Then again, I (still) remember the words to We Didn't Start The Fire, and to end the concert with the entire arena singing Piano Man...well, the bitch can go back for all I care.
B-B-B-BENNIE AND THE JETSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSO this blog is not dead. Not yet.
I don't know, Billy Joel was more impressive. Then again, I (still) remember the words to We Didn't Start The Fire, and to end the concert with the entire arena singing Piano Man...well, the bitch can go back for all I care.
B-B-B-BENNIE AND THE JETSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSO this blog is not dead. Not yet.
Friday, 1 May 2009
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/01/world/europe/01dutch.html?scp=2&sq=NETHERLANDS&st=cse
This is just.. too terrible. What kind of maniac does something like this? The death toll has risen to 7 now, and there are still people in critical condition. It's just.. mind-boggling.
This is just.. too terrible. What kind of maniac does something like this? The death toll has risen to 7 now, and there are still people in critical condition. It's just.. mind-boggling.
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
I just finished watching the finale of the one of the most amazing television shows ever: 'The Speaker'. It's a BBC show where teenagers (aged 14 to 18) compete to be crowned, as the title says, Britain's best speaker. Over 8 episodes they had to survive all kinds of challenges (e.g. live news report). They first started with thousands of candidates, that were narrowed down to a group of 160, then 20, then 8, then 3, then 1. In the finale the 3 remaining contestants were taken to Malawi to delve deep into the issue of children's rights, about which they had to give a speech later on. The contest was eventually won by 14-year-old Duncan from Bristol, who I'd been rooting for the entire time. He made such great progress throughout the competition and delivered an absolutely perfect last speech.
I really loved this show because I just adore well-written speeches. I deeply enjoy writing them myself and delivering them in just the right way, and I think it's a very important skill to develop. I am so envious I won't be able to participate myself - even if they do a Belgian version, I'm already too old. Sigh.
Also, Jo Brand was one of the judges, and that lady can do nothing wrong.
I really loved this show because I just adore well-written speeches. I deeply enjoy writing them myself and delivering them in just the right way, and I think it's a very important skill to develop. I am so envious I won't be able to participate myself - even if they do a Belgian version, I'm already too old. Sigh.
Also, Jo Brand was one of the judges, and that lady can do nothing wrong.
Friday, 17 April 2009
It's a slippery slope... beer, liquor, dope, coke, meth, chicks with dicks, then jail!
I had my wisdom teeth pulled on Wednesday and was completely conscious for the procedure, and perhaps this alone is contributing to the minimal pain I've been experiencing. I'm glad that I haven't been loopy with painkillers, though, because I probably would've been oblivious to the fact that Conor Oberst's documentary was released the day I had them pulled. I don't stan for much anymore, and I think I've written about how he makes it hard for me to appreciate his work. First it was his ridiculous drug use that bled into his performances, usually resulting in him saying some pretty shit things. Then it was his drinking that made anything he did hard to take seriously - performing or otherwise. Then Cassadaga divided the Bright Eyes listener community. Then this self-titled album with a really, really bad music video and another dispute over who actually is performing...tell me, baby, why you gotta be so haaaaaaaaaard to love?
Anyway, I watched the documentary One of My Kind the other day and it is what it is: a documentary about the band leading up to their new album, Outer South. Having said that, it actually features a fairly even split between members, Oberst himself not being the principal speaker. There's a certain level of universal appeal in how it's filmed, and in the subject; but of course, only those who know what lead to this and what will likely follow can really appreciate the sight of the band performing in crowded clubs...with smiles on their faces. This is probably the highlight of the film, and for me, that it also managed to confirm several inside jokes that fly around Bright Eyes fans. Except Bright Eyes fans don't joke, right? Winky-face here.
The songs released from the new album are alright, I'm not that excited...yet. I have a tendency to fully doubt everything this man does until I hear it, and regardless that the last album was a bit on the Dylan-goes-electric-shock side of things, I really enjoyed it. I maintained and I maintain that the bootlegs were better, and now that most of them are included in this album, it'll be an interesting comparison. May 5th cannot come soon enough.
On another note, Doubt was an amazing movie.
Anyway, I watched the documentary One of My Kind the other day and it is what it is: a documentary about the band leading up to their new album, Outer South. Having said that, it actually features a fairly even split between members, Oberst himself not being the principal speaker. There's a certain level of universal appeal in how it's filmed, and in the subject; but of course, only those who know what lead to this and what will likely follow can really appreciate the sight of the band performing in crowded clubs...with smiles on their faces. This is probably the highlight of the film, and for me, that it also managed to confirm several inside jokes that fly around Bright Eyes fans. Except Bright Eyes fans don't joke, right? Winky-face here.
The songs released from the new album are alright, I'm not that excited...yet. I have a tendency to fully doubt everything this man does until I hear it, and regardless that the last album was a bit on the Dylan-goes-electric-shock side of things, I really enjoyed it. I maintained and I maintain that the bootlegs were better, and now that most of them are included in this album, it'll be an interesting comparison. May 5th cannot come soon enough.
On another note, Doubt was an amazing movie.
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