Wednesday, August 27th, 2008
My neighbors to the north are at it again. This time the music gods are messin’ around in Montreal with a couple of artists who call themself Beast. Made up of Jean-Phi Goncalves, a drummer and producer and the leader of the band Plaster, and incredible vocalist Beatrice “Betty” Bonifassi.
These two throw down some dirty beats that make for some head-bobbing, toe-tapping tunes that sound like they came straight out of a James Bond soundtrack. Microcyte sounds like the rapping stepchild of RATM. My favorite, Mr. Hurricane, is catchy rap/disco/rock song that has that play-it-until-you-can’t-stand-it-anymore quality, and Betty really shines on Fingerprints with her soaring vocals.
Incredibly fresh, my only complaint is ‘Where can I buy some tunes?” These two have nothing for sale anywhere. That I can see. And when I checked out Last.fm, seems there is a metal band named Beast, so someone created another profile for the band, calling them Beastsound. C’mon guys, figure it out and let’s get on with it. You’re too good to be messin with the Beast, Mr Hurricane.
Beast on Myspace
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Tuesday, August 26th, 2008
I love the lyrics to this song from Conor Oberst’s new self-titled CD.
For the record, I love the entire CD. Glad to see his voice lost most of its somewhat annoying wavering quality. I’ve always thought he was an extraordinary artist.
These particular tunes are on high rotation lately and probably will be for some time now: Cape Canaveral, Lenders in the Temple, I Don’t Want to Die (in a hospital), Eagle on a Pole, Moab.
Saw an eagle on a pole,
I think it was an eagle.
Watched its’ shadow fly ‘cross the cement.
And I woke up in the snow,
All the trees, and crowds, and people.
No shirt, no shoes, no idea where they went.
I followed the fenceline thin,
Back where the yard begins
My woman, she stood crying like a man.
Said, where have you been?
Where have you been?
I thought you said that all of that was done.
El Cielo es azul,
Just don’t go telling everyone
Thought the kettle was a train.
Thought that Monday was a doorframe.
Tried so hard to finally settle down.
Heard the fire pop and snap.
Like a tack piano rag.
I never could get used to happy sounds.
Yeah, I hope the world’s exposed.
A cruel and elaborate hoax.
It convinces me to walk without a cane.
But what can you do?
Child, what can you do?
I always heard that what is done is done.
El Cielo es azul,
Just don’t go telling everyone
The past don’t ever quit.
There’s boxes in the attic.
Baby shoes and taxidermy dream.
While the ashes of the dead, like a dandelion head,
Explode and then are scattered by the breeze.
We’re such a long way back to all the fun that we had.
When nothing ever seemed to bother me.
But what can you do?
Brother, what can you do?
Sleep with the stars, and toil in the sun.
El Cielo es azul,
Just don’t go telling everyone
El Cielo es azul,
Just don’t go telling everyone
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Tuesday, August 19th, 2008
So, I guess I’m a little late to the dance on this one. But how cool is this cuddly little gadget? It’s part digital photo frame, part RSS reader, part alarm clock and 100% time-wasting goodness. Must. Have. One. NOW.
You can buy me one if you want. My birthday is next week.
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