Lines That Yodel

I have Gold. And I love the green and copper taste of it.
Random Spirit Lover, Sunset Rubdown's third album leaked about 2 weeks ago, and I've been exploring the territory for just as long in an attempt to leave no stone unturned in Spencer Krug's new world. If you've never visited any of Spencer's States(first off you're life is worthless) it is littered with some of the following:
Leopards, Ghosts, Colts and Stallions(there is actually a big difference between these two animals), Trumpets that go Toot! Toot!, Pier's, Hands coming out of graves, Snakes with Legs, Courtesans, Morticians... I could go on for days. Random Spirit Lover IS the best album out so far this year, and this year has been very kind to music so that's saying a lot. I'm not going to do a full review here or anything cause it's set to be released October 9th, and a review wouldn't exactly be prudent at this juncture. And the only sample MP3 I shall provide is the official first single off the album; the glorious "Up On Your Leopard, Upon the End of Your Feral Days". I just want to write some of my favorite lines from this magnificent and historic peice of art for now, in album song order so I can kill more than one bird at a time(what I intend to do with those dead birds are a subject of discussion in one of these such lines). So here goes:


The Mending of the Gown:
-You never heard it from me but there’s a breach in the hull of the truth, and the water’s too deep to prove.
-It was the tender mending of this slender gown that brought me bending to the ground.
BUT THIS SHIP WILL HAVE TO GO DOWN. SEE THE PADDLE GO UP AND THE PADDLE GO DOWN!

Magic or Midas:
-How dare I speak of trickery, I am not the store of the Midas touch. I don’t close my eyes when I’m dancing the same way I close my eyes in my lover’s clutches.
-You can follow the lead of the jackal to see where I am. You can follow the lead of the jackal who waits for the kill to be made by a mightier hand.
-You made up a list of your luckiest stars, and you made me familiar to you in the dark.

Up On Your Leopard, Upon the End of Your Feral Days:
-‘Cause you’re the one who’s riding around on a leopard; (ba-da-dum). You’re the one who’s throwing dead birds in the air. And you’re the one whose wild hide will weather, In the weathering days to a leather, made soft so princes can lay down their princely white heads! OF HAIR!

The Courtesan Has Song:
-Think of the scene where a washed-up actor wipes the makeup off his wife and says, “Morticians must have took you for a whore. Oh, morticians must have took you for a whore. Oh, I’m sorry that they took you for a whore.”

Winged/Wicked Things:
-Unraveling heavenward. It’d saddled two tiny birds. Or other such winged things. Either way they were struggling
-But the pattern of flight is chaotic and blind but it’s right ‘cause chaos is yours and it’s mine; And chaos is luck, and like love, and love blind

Colt Stands Up Grows Horns:
-I follow the trail you left in the snow. Picked up your footsteps and made them my own

Stallion:
-And fight for your right to hate the night, children sing like a choir with no taste for the wine.

For The Pier(Dead Shimmering):
-Oh the speed of a year It runs the wood dry, and water unclear
-So I’ll be out till the shimmering dies. I said I’ll be out till the shimmering dies. It’s the reigning of the predatory nature of the sky. And the raining sound it makes when it’s burning out your eyes

The Taming of the Hands That Came Back To Life:
-I am embracing the cold rushing in like ice to a diamond; it's a new kind of rough you can find me in.
-When the sail starts flying in the wind I say, ‘cool that looks cool now do you think the second movement has too many violins’?
-She said, “My sails are flapping in the wind.” I said, “Can I use that in a song?” She said, “I mean the end begins.” I said, “I know. Can I use that too?”

Setting vs. Rising:
-Do you call a setting sun a sun rising?

Trumpet, Trumpet, Toot! Toot!:
-You gotta refine your breath and beats with a graduation hat—use mine.
-I'd like to think the actors never panic. I'd like to throw this trumpet down and go empty-handed.

Child Heart Losers:
-All a diamond is, is good timing. All good diamonds are uncut diamonds Oh
Spencer Krug is without a doubt the single most talented musician of our generation. His poetry absolutely comes to life through the excellent play of the other band members on this album, and their preceding one: "Shut Up I'm Dreaming". His work on Wolf Parade's debut album was the scratch on the surface, but boy are things running deep now.

Keeping Track Of Tracks

There was a Parade in 2005 which I, along with some of my close friends, were lucky enough to attend. There were ghosts, olive trees, ghosts hanging from olive trees, bus breaks scrapping across the town, guns held up to shoot at the pretty pretty people, and rust displayed as gold in the right light, among other sensational things. There we sons, daughters, fathers, fathers sons, and hungry ghosts in attendance there. This spectacular Parade was held by the most unlikely Parade holding wild animals: Wolves. Little did we know that this Parade would inspire us to create a pack of our own, to celebrate the crazy things we saw from this collection of alpha males. The months that followed(even years) were littered with excerpts from the Parade witnessed.

It's getting close to Parade time again. And I haven't been this excited at the prospect of Wolf sightings for as long as I can remember, in fact since I saw an alpha male dome a doe eyed deer on animal planet weeks ago. It seems unlikely that anything other than righteousness would be unleashed by the pack. Collectively, my buddies and I are crossing all fingers and toes on our paws.

Spencer Krug unleashed his Wolf assault on the Indie masses with his Sunset Rubdown, Swan Lake debuts after the rocking he provided our guilds via "I'll Believe In Anything", "Grounds For Divorce" and "Sons And Daughters Of Hungry Ghosts" on Wolf Parades monumental debut "Apologies To The Queen Mary". What seemed as un-top-able proved to be the Pandora's box cracking open to this musical monster. "Shut Up I'm Dreaming" was one of the best releases of 2006, and Swan Lake's Debut "Beast Moans" shined brightest when Krug grasped the mic. Sunset Rubdown is planning the release of their third album "Random Spirit Lover" sometime in October, and I for one can't wait to tear open the packaging with my k-9's when my birthday rolls around. Hint to anyone wanting to birthday gift me. But Krug apparently Isn't a lone Wolf in the side project release forest. Dan Boeckner, who brought us such magnificantres as "We Built Another World" and "Shine A Light" is also on the prowl. "Plague Park", the debut album from Dan's own side project Handsome Furs, was released yesterday. From the sampling I've done, there seems to be enough to howl about. Interestingly however, neither Rubdown nor Furs really draw upon the rocking moments broadcasted on Apologies, with Boeckner relying more heavily on electronics and Krug on abstract experimentation. That is both good and bad. Good because we get to see these two howlers go at the moon with their own unique tone, and bad because the rock moments on Apologies shook you to your core.

Wolf Parade is releasing their second album this year. Sunset Rubdown their third, Handsome Furs their debut, and Swan Lake are going to drop their follow up as well. These different Wolf packs make the jungle way more exciting, and I for one can't wait to feast on their kills... Through rank of course. This concludes the excessive Wolf references and analogies.




Wolf Parade- Grounds For Divorce

Wolf Parade- We Built Another World

Sunset Rubdown- Stadiums And Shrines II

Handsome Furs- What We Had

Swan Lake- All Fires

Wolf Parade- Sons And Daughters Of Hungry Ghosts(EP Version)

Wolf Parade- Secret Knives

Finally, Finals Are Over!

Oh glorious day! Oh sweet sweet warm sunshine! Oh birds of song, chirp your tune. Louder, I don't think all campuses can hear you! What a sensational feeling, we're free! No more pen chewing, scantron bubbling, obnoxious know-it-all classmates raising their hand and chiming in on everything even the kitchen sink, no more Adderall induced crashes, no more caffeine over doses, and no more sexual favors to professors! How green the grass is today! How blue the sk... wait, what? No no no, I don't think you understand, it's the "Finals", they're final. It's over, done with. What do you mean 'just for a semester'?! Theres more finals? More scantrons?! More sexually suggestive love letters to physically repugnant T.A.'s? How can that be?! Has the whole world gone crazy?!! Am I the only one here you gives a shit about the rules?! This whole fucking thing... I did not watch my buddies die face down in the muck so that this fucking strumpet...

What the frig folks? Whats wrong with this picture:
We are at our very best before 40. We are faster, happier, better looking, better smelling, better tasting, sexually more productive and reproductive, idealistic, optimistic, liberal, open-minded, have better senses and are generally more enjoyable to be around and enjoy being around others the most. Yet we spend virtually all that time either studying our asses off, or scratching our way to a comfortable professional place. 70% 0f people work in fields other than what they got their degrees in, and the other 30% mostly are Doctors, Lawyers, Engineers and other specialists. We have a higher suicide rate, develop more psychological malfunctions, are imprisoned at a greater rate, killed protecting nations and ideals, and are held responsible for the moral decay of societies to a much much higher degree than over 40. We fund people on the brink of death with money that we are tighter for than they are, and can better use than they can(even invest better than they can), all while working harder and faster for those who are way past that prime. So that what? So that we get to lie back on our Lay-Z-Boy in our stuffy study puffin away on our pipe reminiscing about those fleeting moments of youthful exuberance and ecstasy? Somethings' backwards here.

So here it is, my proposal:
I say all those under 40 do nothing but live the best possible life possible, with no schooling other than basics, like reading and writing(and any additional knowledge they might want to pursue on their own), and leave the university and professional portion of their lives for when they turn 40, so they can then support the new generation. If we truly worship youth so much, advertise about it, hire actors to act it, and rub creams on our faces to retain it, then we ought to live in a society that truly acts out that youthful fantasy. Imagine a world where the old work for the young. Imagine living the best part of your life the way it was intended to be lived: sleeping late, lounging out, running the legislative, judicial and executive branches of government, and just experiencing life through the lenses that nature has meant for us to experience life through all along.

What's the point of murdering the best part of your life, so that you can just sit around for a few years and hate yourself for it? I want to map out some ideas about this concept society, but I need to do some more thinking. If you got some thoughts about this whole thing, let me know.

Some Songs That Could Be Considered Relevant... Or Not, But Rad None-The-Less:

Wolf Parade- We Built Another World:
http://www.zshare.net/download/04-we-built-another-world-m4p.html

Sunset Rubdown- They Took A Vote Said No:
http://www.zshare.net/download/02-they-took-a-vote-and-said-no-m4a.html

The Hold Steady- Stuck Between Stations:
http://www.zshare.net/download/01-stuck-between-stations-m4a.html