Sunday, April 26, 2009

The Good Old Days



I had the pleasure of seeing Dr Dog again this weekend. This time I wanted to share the experience so I took my camera. The Cave singers opened for Dr. Dog at my favorite dive bar/music venue, Bottletree. I have been a big fan of these gents the last few years and I have blogged about them a few times here as well. They have a very enthusiastic live show. I saw license plates all the way from North Carolina, so I guess the secret is out. The set list was great and so was the energy from the band and crowd. Here is a favorite off the new disc and some photos from the road...with Dr. Dog.







Artist: Dr. Dog
Song: My Friend

My friend says that the end holds nothing more
He don't hide his shame
says its all the same
Like a man without a name
Old days asleep in the shade by the Brandywine
See a dog get paid
see a boy behave
Every bone deserves a grave
But I heard the Good Lord's warning
like he might not forget by the morning
With no more terrifying thoughts of dying
ooh oooooh oooh
My Lord, I'm climbing aboard and I'm going home
No time to lose, no time to pack
Take a step and take it back
But I heard the Good Lord's warning
like he might not forget by the morning
With no more terrifying thoughts of dying
ooh ooooh oooh

Keep on with the living you'll soon enough be dead
You got the whole world spinning in your head
and you don't want to give it up (don't give it up, don't give it up)
Cause no one should be sorry
we're just another day
You can say you'll be back
but you won't ever go away (won't go away, won't go away)
Cause love that never leaves is never ever welcome back
and i'm running out of skin thick enough to hide in (won't go away, won't go away)
Now hand in hand we're back in time we're chasing the train
Looking back looking back to wave goodbye
we're headed for the same disaster (don't give it up, don't give it up)


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Spectator




Typically, I find a song that inspires me, and I then go in search for an image to go with the artist on the World Wide Web. Today I am posting with my own photograph of the Band. A few weeks ago I went to my favorite music venue/dive bar in Birmingham called the Bottletree and these guys opened up for a band called Tapes and Tapes. These guys stole the show. They are called Wild Light. They say fuck a lot. I had a great night at this show I am going to prove it by including a slide show of the night. Enjoy





Artist: Wild Light
Song: California On My Mind

Give me a lake that I can dive into
Bury my head in the shit at the bottom
Fuck today
Fuck San Francisco
Fuck California (x2)
I realize I never gave you a chance
I realize I never gave you romance
At the top of the hill
At the top of the hill
Leave me to stream in the current or breeze

Give me a lake that I can dive into
Bury my head in the shit at the bottom
Fuck today
Fuck Oakland
Fuck California
At the top of the hill
At the top of the hill
Leave me to stream in the current or breeze
Leave me to stream in the current or breeze
Leave me to stream in the current or breeze


Saturday, April 18, 2009

Playlist Funtime

I found a new site today. This could be fun. I upload 8 songs that I think would make a cool play list, and they make a little player for me to share with you. Let me know what you think. And now a random image.






Press play and judge me. Harshly.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Happy

Animal Collective, Webster Hall

Animal Collective, Webster Hall

[via FoxyTunes / Animal Collective]



I have been listening to these gents for a few years and am hypnotized by the new album. There is a little bit of Flaming lips mixed with Beach Boys amongst other influences. This tune is becoming a fav off the new disc for me. The chorus makes me happy. It may take a couple listens for the poison to take effect. Its worth the commitment...




Artist: Animal Collective
Song: Bluish

I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m drawing pictures on your skin
So soft it twirls
I like your looks when you get mean
I know I shouldn’t say so but when you
Claw me like a cat, I’m beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me into another dream
A lucid dream
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
Not for boys, they’re just for me

Hurry to talk, from far away
I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair
When we’re alone, I wanna say
Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe

(Put on the dress that I like)
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
(Keep on your stockings for a while)
Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there

I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting rushed back on a whim
Our breaths get wind
Back to the time when we were green
I know we have changed
But I still grin cause I can’t wait to see you
Back to the time I touched your hair
When I was so scared to look that mean
I think it’s weird
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting crushed out on the things
That only I should see
They’re not for boys, they’re just for me

Girl, you can talk from far away
It’s so hard for me
Only to get the urge to kiss you there
When we’re alone, I wanna say
Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe

(Put on the dress that I like)
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
(Keep on your stockings for a while)
Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there
(repeat)