We, The Reeds, had two very successful CD release parties in the past few months. Sept. 26 at Smith’s Olde Bar in Atlanta, and Nov. 15 at Tasty World in Athens. We also have some great shows coming up including Feb. 7 at Tasty World. We have some new band members we’re really excited about, and a lot of new material that will be sounding great soon!
So I knew I wouldn’t be good at doing this regularly, but here I am, again. Over a month after my last post. I may get this whole “blogging” thing down soon.
Why do all web terms sound so stupid. Is it is because they are all blended with the world “web”?
Web log = blog = dumb, web seminar = webinar = dumb, and web episode = webisode = ultra dumb. Why?
Anyway, here is my current, pre-1980, ipod line up in relation to my last post:
Allman Brothers, Bill Mallonee (great (Athens) songwriter), Bob Dylan, Buddy Guy, CCR, Doobie Brothers, Eagles, Elton John, Elvis Costello, Eric Clapton, Faces (Rod Stewart’s old band), Fleetwood Mac (both incarnations), James Taylor, Jimi Hendrix, John Coltrane, John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers, Led Zeppelin, Lots of blues artists, Miles Davis, Neil Young, Paul Simon (the best), Peter Gabriel, The Police, Robert Johnson, The Rolling Stones, Sam Cooke, Simon & Garfunkel, Stevie Ray Vaughn, The Zombies, Tom Petty, U2 and Van Morrison.
Some of those don’t technically follow the rules (The Police, U2, Peter Gabriel, SRV) but they’re great song writers and close enough for me. And on that note . . .
Some modernity has slowly creeped in. There are so many great songwriters out there, and I just hearing different words and phrases inspires me regardless of the time:
The Black Keys (can be mistaken as vintage), Iron and Wine (great lyrics), Keith Urban, Mark Knopfler, Ryan Adams (very versatile songwriter), The Killers ( I will buy anything they put out. I was very impressed after seeing them live.), Old Crow Medicine Show, Jeff Buckley, Bill Mallonee, Coldplay, Sean Costello (God bless) and Amos Lee, among others
I’ve tried to keep these to a minimum along with not listening to much DMB or John Mayer. It is hard to completely do away with modern music. I can be playing Halo with my sister and her computer randomly plays an Iron and Wine song, it grabs my attention (even while beating kids down), and then it is on my iPod, along with eight of his other songs. Whatever. Like “Passing Afternoon” for instance:
“There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children ’till she let’s them go at last
And she’s chosen where to be, though she’s lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds”
– Samuel Beam
Really cool song. Unconventional song structure, no real chorus. But I really like the imagery. No matter what the song is about (which I have no idea, I’m not so good at literary analysis) there are really strong graphic images in the writing. You can think, and see, whatever you want about the story. I don’t mind that I don’t fully understand because of the great imagery (I think I could be the only person on earth, outside of a horticulurist, who knows what Bougainvilleas are . . . from my candle-making days).
Full lyrics here:
His song “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” equally as good, and weird. Below I’m going to paste someone’s interpretation of the initial lyrics:
“This song personifies the lost American dream through the life of a “quick wet boy,” full of innocence and enthusiasm when he “[dives] too deep for coins,” and takes pride in his “plastic toys.” However, this childhood is taken when the cops, society and adulthood, force him to grow up and “cut [his] long baby hair.” When his youthful joys are taken away, he eagerly searches for the meaning of his life.”
Here is the link to the rest of the interpretation, down in the comments:
I mean, I don’t know if I get all that or even care to, I just like the way the song sounds. Maybe this person is right, maybe they’re wrong. I usually don’t even approach a song that deeply, I’m more about the “sound” then the lyrics. I also tend to take lyrics pretty literally at face value.
Until next time . . . could be next year . . . cheers.