Wednesday, May 16, 2007

1234 Feist is what you're looking for

1234 by Feist is what I'm currently playing (over and over and over). I'm trying my darnedest to get people of that crap "top 40" radio crap.

Leslie Feist, born in Nova Scotia in 1976 - yes, you are getting old - another super talented Canadian, Female, Songwriter-Singer. Something tells me I should have taken guitar and singing lessons. There might be something in the water here. And what's with everyone looking like Patti Smith? I heard that Feist's first performance was opening for The Ramones at a music festival. That may need some looking into.

FIEST Official Site


Sunday, May 13, 2007

Heartless Bastards

No I'm not speaking of the Bush Administration here. I'm talking about the recording artists "Heartless Bastards". According to their website, the name comes from an incorrect answer to a question on a Mega Touch Trivia Game they were playing at a bar, "What is the name of Tom Petty's backing band?".

I just have to say she looks like she could be the daughter of Patti Smith. Check out "Into the Open" on their My Space Site It also plays when you open up their main site Frontwoman, Erika Wennerstrom, plays piano and I'm a sucker for piano driven music. That's the key. Oh, did I just write that?

Oh well, here are few other songs.

Friday, May 04, 2007

Ghosts of the Great Highway...Sun Kil Moon

Sun Kil Moon is the project of Mark Kozelek and the album Ghosts of the Great Highway was originally released in 2003. Apparently the record label let it go out of print but Mark Kozelek's own record label re-issued it in February this year. The recording is really different and features a bonus disc of acoustic alternate versions of songs. "Carry Me Ohio" in its orignal form is simply and amazingly beautiful. His style of layered, slowed down music perfectly delivers these lyrics. Kozelek's voice will remind you of Sparklehorse or perhaps Magnolia Electric Company.

Play Carry My Ohio here: My Space Site


Sorry that
i could never love you back
i could never care enough
in these last days

her tears fell on her pages
found me out
on her words
i don't know what to do or say

wading through
warm canals and pools clear blue
Tuscarawas flow into
the great lake

riding back
where the highway met dead end tracks
the ground is now cement and glass
so far away

heal her soul
and carry her my angel

green green youth
what about the sweetness we knew
what about what's good what's true
from those days

can't count to
all the lovers i've burned through
so why do i still burn for you
i can't say

sorry that
i could never love you back
i could never care enough
in these last days

heal her soul
carry her my angel

children blessed
gather round the home she will rest
so poor and cold in their midwest
moon and sun

flashes bringing on
my open eyes to lightning storms
the touch of mist
felt soft felt warm on my face

graving dreams
a million miles ago you seem
the star that i just don't see

words long gone
lost on journeys we walked on
lost her voice is heard along the way

sorry for
never going by your door
never feeling love like that anymore

heal her soul
carry her my angel