Tuesday, January 31, 2006

For the second time in two weeks, I'm limping 

I don't want to talk about it. Pray to whatever gods you (don't) believe in that I didn't actually break any bones in my foot. Nope, not that one, the other one. Wound week gets an extension.

By the way, there is some (not too hilarious) hilarious irony in the fact that this is at once my four hundred and twentieth post at C-130, and probably the midpoint in my longest dry spell in recent history. Yay! Woe.

The closest I'm going to get today are songs that make me feel stoned in their own right, so I'll lay out a couple of notables.

Liz Durrett (with Vic Chesnutt), Somewhere
Yeah, so it's a cover from West Side Story, but if that's a negative then we can't be friends. When I first started playing classical music, our orchestra instructors (Vick and Hatch) would make us watch this absurdly melodramatic classic to get an idea of how great a transformative effect a powerful soundtrack could have on characters that would come off as otherwise whiny, blackfaced wimps and sissies. Durrett's reinterpretation is better than the original when taken out of context as a track on its own. The doubled vocals with Chesnutt are slowed to a weary dirge.

Parker and Lily, The Low Lows
Speaking of dirges, I don't know much about this little group outside of the fact that they seem to have recorded prolifically over the past few years. This morning's return to the expected drear of grey coastal winters has me howling for a stay-in-bed song like this beautiful example. There's a tired affect to the guy's voice that's a bit, well, tired, but hey, we're going for stoned.


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