Wednesday, March 25, 2009

On the Road (the cold in Maine)

Katie and I are currently holed up at Lindsay and Mark's house in Biddeford, Maine, where it's about 50 degrees and sunny today. We've had sunny skies pretty much the entire trip, but it's not been much warmer than it is today (not to mention the wind here in Maine is vicious.)

Above are a few shots of our trip (the great Spring Break Trip to the Northeast 2009 Style) so far. Here is a link to the rest of our photos, if you're interested.

Tomorrow we drive through Vermont, heading to Saranac Lake in Upstate New York. I'm sure there will be many more opportunities for photos, and will add them my Flickr photo stream when I can. Also, I'll be sharing more thoughts from (or about) the road in the near future.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Spring Break


The above is a rough estimation (thanks to Paint) of mine and Katie's travels in the week ahead. We leave tomorrow for Connecticut, spend the weekend there (and Saturday in NYC), head to Maine on Monday, split for Saranac Lake, NY, on Wednesday, then emerge back in Athens sometime later next week (the travels are fairly flexible, so I'm not locking down an ETA just yet; we'll see how much we like Maine.)

I'm not entirely sure what it is about road trips that are so exciting (this road trip = just over 1,800 miles, 35 hours in a car, and 11 states visited), but Katie and I are both really pumped to get out of Athens, see the country, spend some time together, visit with family, and make some memories.

I'm also really excited to document the trip through writing, photography, and music. I'm going to try to journal every day of the trip, take loads of pictures, and complement it all with a cross-country-worthy soundtrack that perfectly details the journey we're about to go on.

See you on the other side.

Monday, March 2, 2009

March (music) Madness


March is finally here, and with it a glimmer of hope that warmth is around the corner. Of course, living in Ohio, I don't trust that warmth is here for good until mid-June (I was wearing shorts one day last week, today - Monday - it's 20 degrees. Blast you, Ohio...), so I don't get my hopes too high on days it creeps above 50 degrees.

What I do install my hopes in about this time of year, though, is the warmth delivered through music. Around the time the calendar turns to March and spring break is on the immediate horizon (God bless you, March 20), I crank up spring-inspired tunes (as in, anything upbeat and/or involving steel drums), and pack away the droning, mopey stuff (see you in about 7 months, Bon Iver) that I so often associate with the loneliness/introspection of winter. I've noted here before that I'm seasonal with music, but it's worth saying that spring is typically the most drastic evidence of this phenomenon.

(If you doubt my theory, I defy you to catch me listening to Bob Marley in a month that isn't March or April. Seriously.)

What's exciting me right now? The prospect of cranking down my windows and cranking up the new U2 album, "No Line on the Horizon," some good ol' rock 'n' roll running through my hair. Or the thought of sitting on my porch, Animal Collective's "Merriweather Post Pavilion" blaring from inside, sun shining down. (For the record, I still don't have "MPP"; been waiting for the backorder of vinyl. But I'm confident the aforementioned scene will occur.)(Tuesday edit: finally bought "MPP," along with "No Line on the Horizon," today. Super pumped. But it's still cold.)

Anyway, my point here (in case you haven't figured it out) is that my winter-to-spring music listenings transition is under way. A sampling of what sorts of artists ease their way out of hibernation during this transition:

- Bob Marley
- Red Hot Chili Peppers
- Green Day
- The Clash
- Kanye West
- Modest Mouse
- Wilco (coming to Athens April 17, oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh)
- Arcade Fire
- Band of Horses
- Rage Against the Machine
- The White Stripes
- Dispatch
- Beirut
- Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
- Flogging Molly

This spring, as I've incorporated these artists more and more into my daily listening habits, I've also had the (pleasant) distraction of several fantastic albums solidifying themselves in my rotation and proving to be seasonally appropriate offerings. Here's some new stuff I've been listening to (which will, at the end of today, be at least temporarily overshadowed by "MPP" and "No Line"):

Welcome Wagon, Welcome to the Welcome Wagon: I wrote about this late-2008 album a couple of posts back, so I won't waste too much time here rehashing what I said. Suffice it to say, this is pretty orchestral-folk-rock a-la-Sufjan Stevens (who signed the Welcome Wagon to his label and produced this debut effort.) The difference between this and Sufjan's mastery is the directly-spiritual lyrics; while Sufjan is usually ambiguous with his shout-outs to the Almighty, the Aiuto husband-wife tandem (of which Thomas Vito Aiuto is the Reverend Thomas Vito Aiuto) is up front with its odes to the Omega (ha, okay, enough with the clever word play.) Anyway, what you'll find here - and the reason its appropriate for the season - is bouncy alternative gospel, if ever there were some. The tambourines, the horn section, the banjo - it all comes together in a sunshiny way.

Andrew Bird, Noble Beast: Bird's stuff is not so much upbeat as it is, well, optimistic. His epic whistling (he's got to be the best in the whistling biz) combines with sweeping string arrangements (he's a classically-trained violinist) to create alternative rock splashed with classical and jazz, lovely tunes that explore all ends of the melodic spectrum. As the cover of the album suggests, Bird's latest, "Noble Beast," seems perfectly fit for the great outdoors; it's a naturalistic album that paints a musical beauty suited for something we can find, often, ride outside our front door. Or on a cross-country road trip. Or from deep inside a swaying, yard-side hammock. Anyway, you get the point; this is an album (similar to his others, by the way) that longs to appreciate the fresh air and warmth of spring.

M. Ward, Hold Time: Fresh off his stint with Zooey Deschanel as the Him in She & Him (a collaboration that produced an album, "Volume One," which I've grown to appreciate; keep reading this post), Matt Ward - M. Ward on the stage - recently released his sixth solo album, the 14-track LP "Hold Time." Ward's solo stuff (he collaborates with several artists in his off time, like Conor Oberst and Jim James) is a good blend of country, rock, and folk, backed by the songwriter's deep, unassuming croon that explores very little of the melodic spectrum. On "Hold Time," his work with She & Him shows, as the LP is a little more accessible, friendly, and dare I say, mainstream (if you're unfamiliar with M. Ward, this isn't a bad place to start, but I'd recommend his last album, "Post War.") None of this is to say, though, that it's bad; in fact, it's very, very good. Ward bounces out catchy tunes that sing of loneliness, love and God (a perfect rock trifecta) and the end result is a warm, alt-rock record.

She & Him, Volume One: Okay, confession time: I did not want to like this record. Sure, I was curious to know what it was like (big fan of the "Him," M. Ward), but I really didn't want to like it. Why? I guess a part of me felt a wee bit betrayed by Ward; the "She" in She & Him is Zooey Deschanel, an actress best known for her role in the Will Ferrell movie "Elf," and that sure didn't seem very cool to me. One of my favorite singer-songwriters collaborating with a sexy young Hollywood actrees? Puh-lease. I'll take a rain check. Alas, the acclaim poured in; they said Deschanel's voice was silky-smooth. They said Ward's country-rock touches brought out a 60s-rock brightness to Deschanel's lyrics. They said it was one of the best records of the year. Paste went so far as to call it the best album of 2008 (which I noted in my post of the best '08 records), a selection that I deemed nearly blasphemous. I avoided it as long as I could, but in the end, crumbled at my own demise: I bought the album for my parents for Christmas, thinking they'd like it. And they absolutely loved it. Played it during family dinner. Played it while washing dishes. Listened to it all the time. And of course, I realized I liked it too; is it the best record of 2008? No. But it is a fun trip into 60s-pop, a catchy record with some Beatles' covers to boot. So there. I like it. Now let's move on.

MGMT, Oracular Spectacular: You might know this electronic-rock duo as "that one band" that sings "that one song" from "that one movie" or "that one commercial." That's right, MGMT is responsible for "Time to Pretend," a really frickin' catchy dance number that was featured in the movie "21" and, I believe, in some car commercial (at least that's what I was told when blaring the song in my car for my roommates thinking I was hip, a realization that left me sad, confused, and very un-hip.) Anyway, truth is that this 2008 record (remember when I said there were four albums from 2008 that deserved to make my "best of" list? This and "Volume One" are them. Sorry I forgot to keep going with that) has a lot more to like than just that song, especially "Kids" and "Electric Feel," both of which are better than "Time to Pretend," in my opinion. The album gets a little soft in the second half, but ultimately is worth a listen, if only you want to dance around and get a little sweaty in the warm spring air.

Welp, that's all for now, but stay tuned for more.

(It must be noted here that this post took me four days to write. Now here I am, on Thursday, and it's nearly 60 degrees outside. Yes, welcome to Ohio. Anyway, today might be the perfect day to drive around blasting some of these tunes out the window. And I'm listening heavily to "Merriweather Post Pavilion" and "No Line on the Horizon," which I will share my views on soon.)

Friday, February 27, 2009

More on Mumford


My last post (which was a while ago, I apologize) featured a video by the young British band Mumford & Sons. I had seen the video (a performance of their song "Roll Away Your Stone") only once, but felt the need to share it with anybody who cared; their bluegrass melodies and pained, spiritual lyrics absolutely blew me away.

After I posted the video, I followed up on the band by tracking down two of their EPs - "Mumford & Sons" and "Love Your Ground" - and was stunned by the results. Mumford & Sons are legitimately on pace with some of the best American, modern-day bluegrass acts (yes, the British are once again beating America at their own musical game.) They combine everything you love in bluegrass - four-part harmonies, banjo, mandolin, spirituality - with singer Marcus Mumford's Dave Matthews-like yelp (I say that in a good way, don't fret all you DMB haters) and create something that has been compared to everything from The Avett Brothers to Coldplay.

As I listened to them over and over again, I was struck by how impassioned Mumford's lyrics were, lyrics that he's apparently delivering to God (sorry, but nobody who sings, "It seems that all my bridges have been burned/But you say 'That's exactly how this grace thing works'," is singing to his girlfriend.) Each song presents Mumford's hesitance at giving all of himself to his God, even though he knows it's what he needs to do. His attempts at compromising his love for God and his love for this world are achingly human, and are realized in these beautiful songs.

Below I've posted videos and lyrics of my four favorite Mumford & Sons songs; watch them, hear them, and read their spiritual journeys. It's really extraordinary.

"White Blank Page"



Can you lie next to her
And give her your heart, your heart
As well as your body
And can you lie next to her
And confess your love, your love
As well as your folly
And can you kneel before the king
And say I’m clean, I’m clean

But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart

A white blank page and a swelling rage, rage
You did not think when you sent me to the grave, the grave
You desired my attention but denied my affections, my affections

But tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh tell me now, where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart

Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life
Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life

"Awake My Soul"



How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show

Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free

In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker

"Hold On to What You Believe"



I can’t promise you that I won’t let you down
And I
I can’t promise you that I will be the only one around
When your hope falls down
But we’re young
Open flowers in the windy fields of this war-torn world
And love
This city breathes the plague of loving things more than their creators

I ran away
I could not take the burden of both me and you
It was too fast
Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break
When it was a promise I could not make

But what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

And now this land
Means less and less to me without you breathing through its trees
At every turn
The water runs away from me and the halo disappears
And the hole when you’re not near

So what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light
When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

So hold on to what you believed in the light

"Roll Away Your Stone"



Roll away your stone I will roll away mine
Together we can see what we will find
Don't leave me alone at this time
For I am afraid of what I will discover inside

You told me that I would find a hole
Within the fragile substance of my soul
And I have filled this void with things unreal
And all the while my character it steals

Darkness is a harsh term don't you think
Yet it dominates the things I see

It seems that all my bridges have been burned
But you say 'That's exactly how this grace thing works’
It's not the long walk home that will change this heart
But the welcome I receive with every start

Darkness is a harsh term don't you think
And yet it dominates the things I see
Darkness is a harsh term don't you think
And yet it dominates the things I see

Stars hide your fires
For these here are my desires
And I won't give them up to you this time around
And so I will be found
With my stake stuck in the ground
Marking the territory of this newly impassioned soul

And you, you've gone too far this time
You have neither reason nor rhyme
With which to take this soul that is so rightfully mine

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Can I get an Amen?

I just discovered Mumford and Sons. Literally have listened to this only once. But I've got to get it out there.

This is a live take on their tune "Roll Away Your Stone."

Whoa.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

22

Well, my friends, it's that time of year again: I am about to become one full year older. This year's magic number is 22, a pointless year to celebrate were it not for the fact that it's the age at which I will graduate college (sigh.)

Anyway, you might remember that for last year's birthday celebration, I honored my 21 favorite albums of all time. I slaved tirelessly over my choices, and came out the other end confident in (most of) my selections.

Of course, only days after the list, I realized that some of it was full of crap. I am, after all, a music journalist, and will never be fully satisfied with my choices.

This year I will attempt to remedy my failed list o' 21, and will issue a list o' 22; my awesomely fantastic totally rock 'n' roll Top 22 Favorite Albums of All Time!!!!!

(pause for dramatic reaction)

Oh, but this time I'm only going to make it as a list. Seriously, finding pictures for all 21 last year - on top of writing a brief blurb about each - took forever. If you want an explanation and/or picture, just ask.

And another thing: last year I was careful to put albums that had significant meaning to me on the list, regardless of whether or not I still enjoy the record. I also tried to avoid repeat offenders. That was dumb. What you're going to get here is my down-and-dirty these-records-rock-my-world-every-time-I-listen-to-them list.

And, finally (I promise): some records are more recent selections, meaning I may be overreacting a teenie bit on them. But if that is true, I will remedy it with my list o' 23.

The Top 22 Favorite Albums of All Time!!!!! list

1. Sufjan Stevens, Seven Swans
2. Radiohead, OK Computer
3. U2, Joshua Tree
4. Sufjan Stevens, Greetings from Michigan!
5. Sufjan Stevens, Illinois
6. The Avett Brothers, Emotionalism
7. Radiohead, The Bends
8. Neutral Milk Hotel, In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
9. The Beatles, The White Album
10. Bonnie "Prince" Billy, Master and Everyone
11. The Clash, London Calling
12. Bob Marley, Legend
13. Bon Iver, For Emma, Forever Ago
14. Arcade Fire, Funeral
15. Josh Ritter, Animal Years
16. M. Ward, Post War
17. Andrew Bird, Armchair Apocrypha
18. Great Lake Swimmers, Ongiara
19. Elliott Smith, From a Basement on the Hill
20. Phosphorescent, Pride
21. The Avett Brothers, Mignonette
22. Coldplay, A Rush of Blood to the Head

Honorable Mentions: Beck, Sea Change; The Shins, Chutes Too Narrow; Band of Horses, Cease to Begin; The White Stripes, Elephant; Weezer, Weezer (The Blue Album); U2, Achtung Baby; U2, All That You Can't Leave Behind

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

One reason (of many) I'm glad I don't smoke

Being able to keep the windows of my car completely shut on days like today.