The Boss

I heard this live version of Born to Run this morning, and it fully transported me out of a weird rainy day mood into the epic, romantic, unparalleled drama that is a Bruce Springsteen song. There is so much I love about the Boss (as a person + performer + musician + writer), but perhaps what I love most is how his songs are very dramatic but somehow earnest and never overwrought. He truly lacks subtlety as a songwriter, but it works so well. I think it’s because he is an earnest person and believes entirely in the power of music in a very pure and not jaded or sarcastic way. It rocks. And it means we get lyrics like “I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight in an everlasting kiss.” Hell yea.

In an interview with Fresh Air a few years ago, Terry asks Bruce if he would ever say such a thing outside of a song. He laughs, and says probably not but acknowledges too that he loves the license for drama songwriting gives him. We love it too!

The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in the mist
I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highway’s jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybody’s out on the run tonight
But there’s no place left to hide
Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh, someday, girl, I don’t know when
We’re gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go and we’ll walk in the sun
But ’til then, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run

Also sharing this song from Tunnel of Love that is soapy and perfect. The chimes at the end make it – pure Bruce.

Bob Dylan from the archive + Bill Frisell

When I told my mom about my Wednesday night, she was confused. “You saw Dylan footage from the Tulsa archive and Bill Frisell and Elvis Costello, husband of Diana Krall? Where are you?” (not sure how Diana fits in but love her inclusion)

I was, in fact, at the Paris theatre in Manhattan during one of their 70mm, high fidelity Dolby audio nights. In a very special turn of events, the Bob Dylan archive would be showing an hour of rare Dylan concert footage, some never before seen! And Bill Frisell was to do an interview and play after the screening. As any long time reader of this blog (or my friend) knows, I was definitely part of the target audience. Elvis Costello, too, was there as a fan. Don’t know if Diana attended, hope so. 

And special it was. Some of the footage I had seen – they showed Isis from Rolling Thunder Review, one of me and my dad’s all time favorite live music recordings. Dylan is absolutely possessed. It’s seeing an artist absolutely bursting with creativity. It overwhelms me in the best way. The audience was locked in and mostly in focused silence but erupted in applause when this video ended.  

I was especially moved though by some early Dylan footage I had never seen. Some gorgeous Newport folk footage of Talkin World War III Blues blew me away. 

Later, I was excited to see T Bone Burnett playing guitar during an absolutely electric rolling thunder review era performance of shelter from the storm. The troubadours costumes got a chuckle from the crowd. 

(I will note that the footage we saw was MUCH higher quality than these YouTube versions, sorry.)

The emotional heart of the footage actually was a 2009 video of Dylan singing in the now destroyed east wing of the White House. I’d seen the video, but it hit different seeing it now…When Bill was asked about the footage later he commented on this one, opining that, if everyone played guitar, we wouldn’t be in such a mess. Seems probably right. 

There were a few lighter moments. A funny Dylan commercial for a newer album I’d seen but was happy to laugh at again. There was also some Christmas album video I hadn’t seen before. 

The archive previewed a restoration project they’ve undertaken: TONS of tape from Dylan’s famous late 60s half acoustic / half extras tour through Europe. Much of it had been transferred incorrectly and was stained etc. Archivists painstakingly cleaned the tape producing far clearer more vibrant video. It was beautiful to see, and I can’t wait to see more. 

And then, Bill! Plausibly my favorite living guitarist. He, quite shyly at first, spoke for maybe 25 minutes with the head of Dylan’s archive. Both seemed nervous in a sweet way and were earnest as hell. Serious about their love for Dylan. I loved it. I love when people are earnestly stoked about music. Not trying to seem cool or sophisticated or smart. Just talking about why+how they love something.

Bill told some great stories. He first heard Dylan via his second grade English teacher who would put on early Dylan records for the kids. “This is poetry.” Bill first saw Dylan in 1966 during the acoustic/electric tour (I’m so jealous). He remembers him and his friends loving it, and a grumpy older guy nearby who was not booing but was grumbling throughout about Dylan playing electric and the kids in the audience, etc. Bill was chuckling, recounting this. He talked a bit about genre and leaving it behind and engaging with a wide range of music. Bill is on my top 10 list of artists that do this (and so well). It’s a big part of why I love him. 

He told us about how, later, when he was getting more into jazz, he saw a downbeat magazine cover with Charles Lloyd on it. “He just looked so cool. So I went to his show.” At the show, Lloyd was joined by the one and only Keith Jarret on piano (jealous again). Bill was floored and began exploring Jarret’s music, quickly finding (loving) his version of My Back Pages. He noted that it was the first time he heard Charlie Haden on bass (rip goat). Wow. 

When asked about playing these songs known for their lyrics, Bill said something that I think likely resonates with most incredible jazz guitarists (pianists and saxophonists too). For him, his guitar is his voice. In a way he feels he is singing the words, and they’re going through his head. He also spoke about how beautiful and special Dylan’s melodies are and that he doesn’t get enough credit either for his guitar playing or his perfectly in tune singing. Amen, thank you. (Not that annoying is worried about BD being underrated, haha, but I still find myself defending his musicianship not infrequently somehow. 

And then he played. Hard rain, times are a changing, and just like a woman. It was so moving, so perfectly quirky and original but somehow also true to the songs and timeless. I was especially struck by his treatment of the bass line in just like a woman. How does he do that. I’ve listened a ton to Bill’s version of a hard rain’s a gonna fall. It’s one of my favorite things, and I’d never seen him do it live. It was devastating and gorgeous. He really takes his time with it, letting the melody unfold. It’s so special. 

Thank you Bob + Bill. 

Ride Into The Sun at the Paramount Theatre (Aug. 29th Oakland, CA)

This blog has featured Brad Mehldau quite a bit, and for good reason: he’s the goat. The piano goat. But who is the singer-songwriter, indie-grunge, acoustic guitar goat? Elliott Smith, of course. And sometimes, wonderfully, legends of different musical worlds crash into each other. This happened in LA in the late 90s when Brad went to an open mic and saw Elliott sing and play guitar. As he described to us Saturday night in Oakland, his mind was blown. Over the next five years, the two got to play together a few times (see below). 

Last year, Brad released an album featuring Elliott’s music, something he says he long wanted to do. It’s a beautiful tribute; the arrangements are lush and full but never detract from Elliott’s melodies. For the album, Brad recruited the one and only Chris Thile to play mandolin and sing as well as Daniel Rossen on guitar + vocals, Felix Moseholm and John Davis play bass, and Matt Chamberlin (Pearl Jam!) on drums (and “screams” on “Everything Means Nothing to Me”). 

Earlier this year, Brad announced that he would be doing a truncated tour behind the album. For the tour, he would be joined by Chris Thile, Matt Chamberlin, John Davis, Blake Mills on guitar (!), plus an orchestra conducted by Dan Coleman. 

I have been a Chris Thile and Blake Mills fan since 2016-17ish. I was introduced to Chris when I went with a friend from WKCR to see the Punch Brothers at Rockwood Music Hall (RIP). It was pretty mind blowing, especially as someone who hadn’t seen a ton of bluegrass at that point. So, thank you, Charlie. I fell for Blake not long thereafter, first, via his album Heigh Ho. I love love love “If I’m Unworthy” and “Don’t Tell Your Friends About Me.” Such cool, interesting, genre-bending songs. Great guitar tones + lines, and I also love his style of singing. Zach described it once as “pushing” words out which I think is spot on.  

This super group would visit LA, Oakland, Portland, OR, and Groton, MA. As alluded to in my previous post, I live in New York (Prospect Heights, Brooklyn aka heaven on earth, to be precise). Ugh. I figured I would take the L on this one, but then my concert-committed, jazz-loving, cool CA-based mom asked if I would consider flying out for the Oakland show (and long weekend with fam). Side-note: my parents were introduced to Elliott via this album and have since become big fans which I love. My mom recently sent a pic of Sweet Adeline sheet music; she’s learning it on piano. Of course, I will and have traveled for shows. Lesser shows included. I would be there. 

My sweet family and I had dinner in Oakland at Pomet before the show. It was tasty, although the vibes kind of made me miss BK. Contrary to stereotypes re Californians and NYers, I find people much more friendly and open in NY (BK especially). Bay Arians (?) are of a cooler temperament. And I like talking to people. I like people generally, in fact, which doesn’t seem to be the universal vibe in SF these days.  

Anyways, somewhat surprisingly given our accumulative years in the Bay + frequent concert attendance, none of us had been to the Paramount. It’s absolutely gorgeous. Art-deco with spectacularly high ceilings and gold painted intricately carved wooden walls. It reminded me a bit of the glory of King’s Theatre in Flatbush, but it’s much narrower theatre which definitely is better for the sound. I felt much anticipation seeing Blake’s guitars (including a really gorgeous sunburst red hollow body Gibson). 

The band + orchestra basically played the entire album! For “I Better Be Quiet Now,” it was just Brad + the orchestra at first. Brad’s treatment of that song is so incredible. The solo-piano moments were some of my favorites. His intense familiarity with these songs and their melodies is obvious. Hearing him weave in and out and all around Elliott’s songs is special. For me, the highlights were I Better Be Quiet Now, Between the Bars, The White Lady Loves You More, Color Bars, and (the encore) Son of Sam. 

Two songs made me weepy. I Better Be Quiet Now and Thirteen (the only non-ES cover). I love Thirteen so much. I think it is one of the most tender, heartfelt, gorgeous songs . I love Elliott’s version, and also the Bedouine led trio + Wilco versions. (See below!) And I love the Big Star original! Brad’s version was stunning, heart-breaking. Entirely melody driven and true to the song. Not that jazz-y (tbh none of the show/album was/is, and I am glad about that, no shade to jazz, obviously). 

For me, the show was really about the music, a true tribute to how special these songs are/Elliott’s songwriting is. But, of course, the band was wonderful. Chris Thile absolutely shredded on Southern Belle. And, throughout, watching him listen in ecstasy to Brad playing these songs was a glorious experience unto itself. Blake added really cool noise to a lot of the songs and also sang harmonies. Matt Chamberlin was noticeably incredible, tight as hell. It was also interesting to hear Brad play with a non-jazz drummer. Jazz drumming is so specific. This was a different experience in a cool way. 

Grateful! Grateful I made it out west, and for my family and for Brad and the band and the orchestra. 

ES 4ever. Thank you for the songs.

Lost Weekend Rhapsody (my return to blogging!)

I recently found myself on my couch late on a Friday night texting my friend about our Tumblr eras (and accidentally bailing on prior plans). Shortly thereafter, I discovered that this blog still exists and was linked to my old tumblr (which sadly is extinct). I began reading my old posts. The nostalgia was real and intense and pretty fun (side-note: nostalgia is actually one of the all-time best feelings, but it doesn’t get the credit it deserves, imho). I’ve always been a delinquent journal keeper despite liking writing. I think keeping a journal is valuable, but it has never felt entirely authentic to me. But I did love this blog, and I do love talking, thinking, and writing about music. I realized these old posts are the closest I’ve come to keeping a record of my life. I felt compelled to return! So here I am.

It was obvious that my first post back had to be about the new Phoebe Bridgers album. Spotify has informed me that, in the past three weeks, I have listened to well over 2,500 minutes of music/week (about 500 more minutes than typical for me, I think), and this is largely due to and dominated by Lost Weekend, the spectacular, intricate, devastating, otherworldly, long anticipated new album from Phoebe. According to Spotify, just this last week, I’ve listened to “Bobby” 27 times. I’d call this a review (as is standard in music blogger parlance), but I’m calling it a Rhapsody because I am excited just to gush for a bit.

a little obsessive ?

In reviewing my prior posts, I realized that I fell for Phoebe after this blog petered out. So some recap: I knew of her in college and especially liked Funeral and Waiting Room, but I became infatuated during the pandemic and with the release of Punisher. I was obsessed with her songwriting and especially her tendency to exit and re-enter narratives. (e.g., you called me from a payphone / they still got payphones / it cost a dollar a minute / to tell me you’re getting sober / and you wrote me a letter or hey, why do you sing with an English accent? / I guess it’s too late to change it now).

For one, these non-sequitur type thoughts are funny (Phoebe is, in fact, very funny), and this really is how our buzzy human brains operate. These observations are reminiscent of our strange, ego-oriented internet social media era, and feel contemporary and authentic. I like how she notices the little thoughts that flit across our consciences. It’s very buddhist of her, tbh. Plus, I think artists that have strong awareness of / fascination with their own egos tend to be the most interesting (yes, talking about our boy BD, how’d you know). And I loved her detailed imagery and specific references (shower beers, John Lennon etc.). I was teaching internet yoga classes at the time and loved playing her songs towards the end of class. So many of them strike me as a meditation on a story, a narrative surrounded by commentary and detail and fragmented memory…

In October 2021, I saw her at the Greek in Berkeley (likely my favorite venue in the world, as has been noted on this blog). It was very good and felt like a satisfying cap on the pandemic and all that listening.

Just a few months before that show, I saw Perfume Genius in Big Sur at the Henry Miller library. The library is classic old CA hippie vibes. It’s surrounded by a gorgeous old redwood grove where small outdoor concerts take place. It was a cool show, but my most vivid memory is driving north on highway 1 in the foggy pitch-black night after the show and listening through Stranger in the Alps. As those who have driven that stretch of 1 know, it’s a combo of beauty and terror. It is undeniably one of the most majestic stretches of highway in the world — the mountains meet the sparkling pacific ocean which extends endlessly and feels close enough to touch. But it’s also terrifying, even if you’ve driven it plenty (I have!). There is no guardrail, and you are very close to a sheer cliff (would def die from the drop), and the road is very windy. And what is mostly majestic by day becomes mostly spooky in the pitch black, especially when it’s foggy.

I think there are moments in life that serve specific music and help you absorb + understand it in a new way. Sometimes it’s inexplicable, sometimes it’s obvious. This actually felt quite literal. To me, that album is about growing up and being afraid of new adult feelings and of the future. It feels like driving a windy dark road etched into the side of the mountain. Sheer cliff and fear of death included. Actually . . . maybe this is abstract? Regardless, it’s a vivid Phoebe memory.

These 2020-2022 Phoebe memories are tied up with the relationship I was in at the time. It was challenging, and I was struggling. Phoebe’s lyrics about difficult prior relationships were somewhat helpful, although I was very resistant to unpacking why certain lines resonated. Interestingly, this ex loved Phoebe, and we bonded over her music and saw her together three times. We broke up not long after the Berkeley show, and suddenly every song was about longing. We got back together six months later and listening to Phoebe together again was ecstatic . . . for maybe three months. During that golden little window, we saw her in Paso Robles at a beautiful winery, a small venue for her. It was a truly spectacular show. Christian Lee Hutson opened and played a sensitive and lovely set. Then Phoebe and her band took the stage and played a longg set, most of both albums. She was joyful and engaged a lot with the crowd. It was a full moon, and we stayed in a canvas tent in the middle of some guy’s farm. It was pure California – dry golden rolling hills etc. We shared a bottle of red wine, and it was perfect until it wasn’t. I never understood why or how, but sometimes, out of nowhere, this ex would become a stone wall. The next day, I drove us back to San Francisco, him in a dark cloud in the passenger seat. I tried to appease and fix, but eventually gave up and just listened to the music and drove. When that relationship ended for good, I was worried Phoebe’s music would feel tainted. It didn’t. Many of the songs were empowering in new ways, and they all felt like mine.

Wait wasn’t this supposed to be a Lost Weekend album review?

In May of this year (after three years of no touring and six of no new solo music) Phoebe suddenly announced a show in a small town in New Mexico. I came close to buying a plane ticket, but practiced self control. I eagerly read every bit of news about the shows. New songs! Album coming?!

I was in bed in a rented house in Sonoma when my friend texted me that she was playing MSG, a major escalation. This was also when I realized Phoebe is now, in fact, extremely famous. Evidently against the odds, I won tickets. I immediately booked the red eye back to new york. It was just her and Christian Lee Hutson on acoustic guitar (later also Nick White on keys). They sat side by side on a slouchy, 70s style sofa. It felt intimate, quasi sacred. This was certainly aided by the phone ban. Everyone was locked in, my friend and I included, obviously. I was so excited to hear the new songs and also nervous I wouldn’t like them.

We assumed she would open with motion sickness. She played with us a bit, but then she did in fact play a beautiful, tender, acoustic version of the song (not entirely unlike the demo but maybe even slower+sparser). Then, insane turn of events, she went right into waiting room (!!) which fucked me up. The first two new songs were “Lost Boys” and “Kill Me.” Honestly, at this point, I was not sure. In my heart, I wanted her to play a bunch of old faves. It had been three years! Then she played “Still Standing.” I really loved it. She also played “I Can’t Wait,” “Other Plans,” “Haunted,” “Lost Weekend,” and “As Above.” Of the new songs, my favorite that night, on first listen, was “As Above.” I loved the haunting, beautifully simple chord progression immediately. And then the bridge totally tore me up. I loved how the song opened up and broke apart and came back together. Live, she absolutely sang the shit out of it. In a way, the show felt like two shows. Hearing the new songs for the first time live and acoustic was exciting but also a bit disorienting. I was trying so hard to absorb them, but that’s hard for me to do on first listen. On the other end of the spectrum was graceland too. She had the crowd solidly in the palm of her hand. The lighters came out (I guess it was lucky for the phone free show that smoking is cool again?), and it was truly very sweet. She closed with I know the end, and we all had a good yell.

Later that night, I felt grateful but also immense desire to immediately listen to the new songs again. Bits and pieces were floating around my head. I kept wanting to remember things and failing. Not too long thereafter, she released “Lost Boys” which might be my least favorite track on the album. Not that it’s bad. Although I think the horns on the chorus are awful, and I don’t like the production much generally and especially not on the chorus. The bridge is beautiful though and makes me a little weepy. In a twin bed where all will be forgiven in an instant / hands in each other’s hair / we are born again. Very innocent, tender, vulnerable etc. Overall, though, I was a little disappointed. But I felt reassured knowing that there were new songs I had liked better at the MSG show. I would be patient and wait for the album.

But then she said we would have to wait until August 14th! That felt interminable. Luckily, it was summer, and I was back in ny, plenty to do. And so the day came. Actually, my friend Erin and I journeyed to Jersey City the Tuesday before the Thursday night drop to hear the album early and see the “lost weekend planetarium experience.” This was another phone free event and was sweet in every way. Fun to journey to Jersey (love Jersey), and the crowd was wholesome and lovely. The laser show was dreamy and cool, but I was so overwhelmed and ecstatic about how much I l o v e d the album. It was better than I even imagined – so deep and heartfelt lyrically and lush and dynamic sonically. It was deeply satisfying especially to hear still standing again. That + lost weekend reprise made me cry but for most of the show I had the biggest goofy grin. I was definitely down bad.

The rhapsody portion of this. Phoebe has undeniably grown as an artist – as a producer, singer, and songwriter. I recently re-watched her 2017 NPR tinydesk concert and was struck by how much stronger her voice is now. Of course she is naturally gifted and has a beautiful and distinctive voice, but LW has some vocal moments and notes that sound sturdy and confident and impress in a new way. The vocals are boosted by some incredible collaborators. Caroline Shaw, most obviously, who is able to do very cool and crazy things with her voice. I also really like some of the weird Alex G muttered vocals – very industrial and cool sounding.

Bo Burnham, imo, comes off well on LW. First, Bobby is undeniably one of the best tracks on the record. If Bobby had been the single, I would not have worried about not liking the album. Phoebe is in love, and this is a great love song – open-hearted, excited, hopeful. This could be the end of wanting is a beautiful sentiment, and it’s bolstered by its uncertainty. Frankly, I am skeptical of certainty when it comes to love songs (or discussions of love generally), just too many unknowns in life, but being open to / wondering if a relationship is forever is wonderful. It’s also more grounded in the present which I like. Bo’s vocals are fantastic, too. They sound good together. Also awesome: lots of good guitar tones – metallic and condensed in a cool way, good drums, good banjo (fuck yea banjo). It’s so crazy + fun that Mike Kinsella and Justin Broadrick play guitar on this. (sidenote – insane number of collaborators on this album. I made the below playlist which includes songs from the whole crew.)

Not traveling in order, but I love “the outside.” Thematically, it sets up a lot of the album. Much of the album is about fame and the trippy refraction of watching yourself through the eyes of others. Screaming my ending fist in the air / you were there / but I was on the outside / watching / I am on the outside / watching. And I love the sonic contrasts in the song, the duality. This music is so much better and more interesting than most of the other music being made lately (sorry everyone else). I think the dual sonic vibes also foreshadow the rest of the album well – between guitar / strings oriented songs and more electronic moments. Kill me is not one of my favorite tracks, but I will shout out the upright bass which sounds awesome,

The governor’s waltz is one of my favorites musically but less exciting to me lyrically than some of the others. I love the guitar part. It is simply so pretty. And the recording + production is perfect – beautiful guitar string sounds and harmonies. I think the mandocello has to be key. There are a few cool moments on the record where Phoebe does a madrigal type word painting. On this one, I love the dancing ourselves clean lcd reference and the little dance-y thumping bass that fades in and out. Very playful and onomatopoetic. She does the exact same thing on I cant wait (dancing with my understudy cues the bass), and it’s great.

This is a no skip album (okay, I sometimes skip lost boys). I love listening through, and I think this is a huge credit to how good the engineering and production is. The levels are perfect, and it is very pleasant to listen through the whole album even though some of the tracks are pretty unique (e.g., haunted and never going back! vs. other plans and as above). It all works so well. I love it all.

I think still standing is the emotional zenith and heart of the album. It is very vulnerable and raw songwriting – heart on sleeve. It’s devastating, but musically it sounds pretty hopeful – notes resolve, etc. The plucked viola is gorgeous. But, ugh. You’re back to the ocean, burning red / I can’t imagine you dead / but you are every day / thank you for everything. Every time, my heart’s in my throat. This song has left me thinking a lot about the fear and anxiety I have about losing people I love. It’s helped and hurt. On one hand, I am more afraid of the pain she sings about — waking up every day and re-remembering the loss. But, also, the song is hopeful and suggests that there is healing and peace to be found.

I actually really love other plans into I cant wait. And lost parade is a cool transitional moment. I loved other plans the minute I heard it. I love the repetition and single note melody. It’s so dreamy and delicate. I think the vocal is very cool too – repressed or faded in an interesting way. And then, I can’t wait, which to me is just ecstatic and fantastic in every way. It was one of my favorites at the planetarium. I love the cam vocal and the build. It’s a very good almost end of album track. Love, also, that Conor plays harmonica. Glad he’s still around. When I heard the harmonica in that song for the first time at the planetarium I literally gasped and gripped Erin’s hand in excitement (vestige of lob nylan). This song is also a testament to how this album manages to do a lot but avoids songs sounding too busy or crowded (same w/ bobby). There are always moments of space – both in the album and in every song.

I think as above is very Phoebe. It really captivated me when she played it at MSG, and I am excited to hear her sing it again live. Also, all the piano on the record sounds incredible. This song weirdly reminds me so much of strawberry fields (s/o name of this blog). I felt slightly vindicated when Phoebe released her “summer playlist” and included strawberry fields which suggested it is at least somewhat on her mind. Can relate. It’s on my mind pretty often.

Lost weekend reprise kills me every time. I found it devastating at the planetarium, and I still feel same after all the listening. You love me and I won’t ever let you forget / not yet. Ending the album with this kind of fragment (lyrically and musically with the little mic drop) is such a move. Much of the record feels in progress – grief, healing, love, pain. This last track seems to say “no, I haven’t figured it all out” and acknowledges that we are all works in progress. It’s very honest. It’s also an ever so slightly unsatisfying ending which I am 1000% sure is intentional and feels very Phoebe. She is not the type of artist who just gives her fans exactly what they want. Tbh, the best never do.

I can’t wait to listen to this album even more. I am so happy it exists. And I am excited for the future meanings and discoveries I will find within it.

Conor Oberst

I discovered Bright Eyes when I was pretty young (before high school) and totally loved them. I worshiped Dylan and saw Conor as a similar beast. I’m Wide Awake It’s Morning, LIFTED, and Fevers and Mirrors (later) were some of my favorite albums. Conor’s lyrics were always so introspective and brutally honest, and his melodies were always folk-punk-indie-bluegrass-rock magic. And then I discovered Conor’s 2008 solo album as a Sophomore when I was going through a tough time. Some of the songs were so brutally heart-wrenching, and I loved it. It felt more sincere and real than most things I’d heard.

And then Conor released his new solo album Upside Down Mountain the summer after that sophomore year. I vividly remember me and my ex-boyfriend being so excited to hear his new music and us listening through the whole thing on the 1-California late at night coming home from a show. What immediately struck us when we heard the first song, “Time Forgot,” was “holy shit Conor isn’t sad anymore.” We were happy for him! Really happy. I felt like I’d been there with him during the depression of his self titled album, and it was wonderful to see him move on to happier times. I love Upside Down Mountain. I think before that album I felt like good lyrics had to be either sad or about romantic love. Conor’s lyrics in that album showed me what else could be good fodder for song. Below are some of my favorite verses from “Hundreds of Ways,” the third song on the album.

What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine
What a dream to just be walking on the ground
What a time to live among the ashen remnants of our love
It came before and I’m still looking for that now

It took centuries to build these twisted cities
It took seconds to reduce them down to dust
And all the tour guide could say was
“Take your pictures folks it’s late, try your best please to remember what was done.”

Don’t look so forlorn
Don’t you look so scared
Don’t get so upset
This world was never fair

But there are hundreds of ways
To get through the days
There are hundreds of ways
Now you just find one

I think part of my problem was I felt like happy lyrics were never legit. Conor’s lyrics in the album are honest about how fucking difficult it can be to be happy, but that it’s POSSIBLE and WORTH it (also, of course, we know from his past albums about his sadness).

Anyways. Conor Oberst is wonderful, and everyone should listen to him beyond just the Bright Eyes stuff.

Dylan for Nighttime

 

Oh, I’m sailin’ away, my own true love
I’m sailin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing?
–
No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
–

Only Dylan could successfully write a really gorgeous and not at all corny question/answer song and not have it sound like it’s straight out of the bible!

British Music Again!

Everyone who knows me is surprised by my patriotism on 4th of July. The truth is I feel like I’m pretty pessimistic and critical of the U.S. 364 days of the year, and I like having a day to celebrate the great ideas of our founding fathers and the crazy dream that is America. So I get pretty into 4th of July (also because I think fireworks are gorgeous and magical). This 4th I decided to listen to only American artists (forgoing any of my usual Beatles) for the day. This exercise actually proved quite difficult for those around me and made all of us realize how many foreign artists we could never live without. My best friend, Mia, was TORTURED by not being able to play any Rhianna (Barbados) or Drake (Canada), and my mother was upset that I skipped Gimme Shelter (Stones, England) when it came on Pandora. When it hit midnight (I was driving home) even I was ready to get my British music back.

Happy 4th of July!

It’s foggy here in San Francisco, but it doesn’t matter. We all know that the best rock songs can bring the sun out. So go sit outside with a portable speaker or a guitar, good food and good friends. While enjoying the food and fireworks take a few minutes to think about the Declaration of Independence and consider the progress we’ve made towards equality and the work we still need to do. But mostly just sit back and enjoy some good (American) music.

Here’s to peace, love and a more inclusive and compassionate (not greater) America!

Almost Famous

Almost Famous has to be one of my favorite movies, and without doubt this is the best scene in the movie. Everyone on the bus is disappointed to be going home and sad the adventure is over, and then suddenly “Tiny Dancer” just bursts out of all of them. It feels like the perfect illustration of music’s unique power to unite. And it really is one of those songs that makes your heart so purely happy.