Showing posts with label Beirut. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beirut. Show all posts

2.05.2010

I'll Gamble Away My Time

The Flying Club Cup by Beirut

There are certain bands or musicians you'll always remember. No one forgets the first time they heard music: when a single word, or the twang of a guitar ripped through your previous understanding of "music" and left in its wake something nostalgia may very well transform in your mind as legend. For me, Beirut's The Flying Club Cup may very well be the first album that made me love music all over again. I had spent about two years in a musical dry spell, and when Condon sung "Oh it's been a long time since I've seen you smile" I felt like I had just woken up.

Part of what made the album really reach me was the La Blogotheque videos of each track.




10.08.2009

OMG IT'S A NEW POST

Have I ever mentioned just how much I hate blogger templates? Choosing them out and all that. No matter which one you get, after a while they either seem too over the top or just subtly annoying. And the fact that it probably reflects something about the writer? I figuratively throw my hands up in the air with it all.

I do not understand what's so great about walnuts. Why are they all over my muffins and shit? Peanuts, almonds, walnuts, and pecans can all kiss my ass and stay the hell out of my food.

Here is what I hate the most about blogging. It's so pointless. What am I supposed to say here, what words will jump out in google search and make you read what I have to say. I could probably write the most disgusting racist bigotry and no one would notice. What if I was like Keiko Lynn and I just took pictures and wore wonderful clothes until people believed that they can find happiness in a vintage dress?

When I look into the future and try to decide what I want, what I'm working towards, all I can think is how wonderful it would be to live inside Andrew Bird's guitar, or in Zach Condon's french horn. I want to live inside the Flying Club Cup and then procreate with Armchair Apocrypha. Is that what other people feel too?

And I would love to hear what those albums sound like during sex. Amiright?