John Cale
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Ah, the finer things of life!
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Put on those boots as you walk to work. What a pleasant surprise. Also, I can't get this song out of my head. As near as I can tell the words don't mean much of anything. It is rather peppy and cathartic though. And I should point out that the refrain which begins with "nobody knows you..." seems to be in a positive rather than depressive light.
Yesterday I joined a climbing gym. There's nothing like waking up in the morning with your arms and back completely torn up. I'm serious - it's an addictive feeling.
Labels: music, Things I Love
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And the best concert of the year goes to Julie Doiron, who performed at the South Union Arts Center in Chicago this summer, which is known for, among other things, its neon crucified Jesus hanging from the ceiling. It is an old converted church which reminds me of the Paradiso in Amsterdam. It is also a byob.
Julie beat out Erin Mckeown and Explosions in the Sky, both of whom also had good shows. Watch the movie though, and see how hard it is not to love a Canadian in red dress.
As far as music goes, I've been listening to a lot of Folk and Bluegrass. Three favorites for the time being are:
King Wilkie: Low Country Suite (just listen to Savannah or Raising of the Patriarchs)
Railroad Earth: The Black Bear Sessions (try Seven Story Mountain)
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