It's really annoying for me to have to embed someone else's video. I stray far away from stuff like that so you are not distracted by some amateur video and can't hear the song. YouTube can be pretty annoying like that but I get to share music with it, so I will do my best to quit complaining. Anyway, their original video for this song could not be embedded for some reason. When you're on the blog, you have a finite number of videos to choose from. There weren't any good ones so now you get to see the lyrics. Whatever.
I'm jacked up on coffee ice cream. You may not believe me but it's true. I just ate a pint of it and I'm completely lactose intolerant. I have no idea why I would do that. The last few days, I have been living on a steady diet of cherries, ice cream cones (just the cones), and popsicles. What am I? Five? I might be depressed and not even know it. Gross.
So Lisztomania is the song I chose for today. It's not only a great song but there are so many remixes it's insane. This is the Classixx remix and the video is great.
Like I said yesterday, this band is fantastic all around. Great remixes, great performances and great videos. They've got it all and they are super duper underrated. This is the last version I will show you of this song (but just to give you an idea of how versatile they are). It is an acoustic performance of the song in a radio station studio.
I feel bored with my thoughts.
We all know "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" is one of the best albums to date but really, it's one of the best albums to date. Seriously, I listen to this album so much, I can hardly see my reflection in the disc. I'm surprised it still plays. Actually it does skip from time to time but if I hit "cue" for just 2 seconds max, we're back in business. When I'm stuck in traffic, I play the whole thing and just rock out. Yeah, that's me - the one with the windows down looking annoyed and simultaneously happy as shit because my music is cranked and it rocks. The song I love so much on this album is "I'm the Man Who Loves You" and I have decided that if someone were to write this song for me, I would marry them in a heartbeat. My idea of a perfectly written love ballad. This is how I feel. I'm not a "Nothing Compares To You" lover anymore. I'm not a "It's Friday I'm in Love" freaking out type anymore or a "I want to shoot myself because this love is making me want to die" kind of lover that everyone, I mean everyone seems to write about. We have like a million choices of songs that remind us of sour abusive unhealthy nonsensical relationships. Not me anymore. Wilco is me. I am Wilco. It is love.
So the other day I'm driving down the freeway (per usual). I was about to clock in my 340th mile of the week when I see a billboard featuring the latest country music stars coming to town. Good looking good ol' boys in big hats with the modern day surfer shag sticking out the sides and that smile with those pearly whites. Country music stars aren't farmers or heroin addicts anymore (I really miss Hank Williams every day) or alcoholics like Keith Whitley or that old truck driver sound of Little Feat. There are no more Willie Nelsons, Alabamas, or that classic rock/country sound of Bob Seger. Nope. These guys definitely looked polished like they've just walked out of the Botox clinic or perked up after a good colonic. It's just different now. However, the one thing I wish was that our music festivals cost as much as theirs do. On this billboard, some of the biggest names in country music are coming for a 3 day festival this summer. $65 for a 3 day pass! I actually thought I should just go because I could! I thought about our little indie rock festival, MusicFestNW, in September playing to the tune of $115. Now, I'm not saying this is a bad price because are you kidding me? One of my favorites Sharon Van Etten (who I just saw play at the Doug Fir a month ago) share the stage with Band of Horses and The Antlers belt out one of my favorites "Every Night My Teeth Are Falling Out" from their breakout album Burst Apart while anticipating my headliner for the night, Iron and Wine, but not after hearing some Explosions In The Sky first. Is it indie rocker heaven? $115 really is not bad for an alternative/trip hop/indie/folk orgasm in your ear.
But wouldn't it be awesome if someone said you could hear your #1 heroes of all time, that make you want to die when someone threatens to throw their albums out your car window or makes you think that they might've been the ones that saved you from daisy razor death in junior high, that you could see them ALL in three days for under $75? Sha! Maybe it's the demographic. Like all of the blue collar kids listen to the country stuff so they charge less and all of the white trust fund hipsters account for most of the indie rocker fests, so they just can. Oh well. I'm still not going to listen to Brad Paisley, so I can just forget about it.
When I got home this afternoon and before I gave myself the worst epigastric shooting lactose pains ever, I looked in my mailbox and found a nice surprise. I finally received my cheap-o tickets to The Naked and Famous/Surfer Blood concert in September. I got an extra one. Someone wanna be my date? 94.7 is sponsoring it. I would like to write a review on these up and comers, so I decided I would sacrifice $10 to the cause. Should be a good time. I might be stuck in a sea of 16-year-olds feeling old as usual, getting too tired before the headliner appears and wishing I was wearing my sweats the whole time but it's a shot, right? Oh me and rock concerts. I'm such a square these days. Great, now I'm using terms from my parents' generation.
Speaking of my parents' generation, here is an incredible song that is so dear to my heart. Love it.
I may feel old at a concert but this bellyache reminds me of being a kid and in the wise words of Samuel Clemens:
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. ~Mark Twain
an upcoming summer 2011 event: Sofia Coppola and Thomas Mars are getting married. They just had a baby together. Sweet.
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