tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35359859884792891442024-02-07T17:55:06.929+01:00I don't even like Blogs.Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-47403098366397920132011-05-03T18:03:00.000+02:002011-05-03T18:03:05.702+02:00Easy/Lucky/Free<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hello<br />
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I just joined Tumblr...Come say hello !<br />
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<a href="http://feversmirrorsandme.tumblr.com/">http://feversmirrorsandme.tumblr.com/</a><br />
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</div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-30464658952119020172011-04-22T02:09:00.000+02:002011-04-22T02:09:58.815+02:00Oh Pinocchio, that nose will grow.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Tim Kasher...probably one of the most underrated singer songwriters of all time.<br />
I wonder why this song never made it on an album...I know that it became "Driftwood" by Cursive later, but actually I prefer this version more ..<br />
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<i>Oh Valentine, you were never mine<br />
So nevermind my resentment towards you, or reasons for killing you<br />
A fling for the winter, a bed full of splinters<br />
So here's your records back,<br />
I made sure all of them were smashed<br />
Only half the damage you did behind my back<br />
Here's the telephone, I won't be needing one at all<br />
'Cause if you ever call me I'd probably die of shock</i><br />
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</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: black;">(I know about whom you wrote that song...)</span></div></div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-16156981395930559972011-03-22T18:19:00.001+01:002011-03-22T18:49:11.601+01:00And I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me. They reminded me of yours.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I got no words for this...what an amazing live performance !! I can't wait for June - Berlin and Cologne <span class="messageBody">♥</span></div><object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="352" id="AOLVP_us_840449160001" width="624"><param name="movie" value="http://o.aolcdn.com/videoplayer/AOL_PlayerLoader.swf"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="flashvars" value="videoid=840449160001&codever=1"></param><embed src="http://xml.truveo.com/eb/i/36028863893729457/a/00572b52370932013c511c0127726ebe/p/1/h/4d88d1093ec7824:a360889fa161cc14c5e15f53332ea2a3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="624" height="352" name="AOLVP_us_840449160001" flashvars="videoid=840449160001&codever=1"></embed></object><br />
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<h3 style="font: bold 0.8em arial; margin: 5px; padding: 0pt;">You’re watching <a href="http://video.aol.com/video/bright-eyes-sxsw-2011/2099967862">Bright Eyes - SXSW 2011</a>. See the <a href="http://video.aol.com/category/spotlight" target="_top" title="AOL Music videos">Web's top videos</a> on <a href="http://video.aol.com/" target="_top" title="AOL Video">AOL Video</a></h3></div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-53250301589048187732011-03-21T22:58:00.003+01:002011-03-22T13:19:08.248+01:00Fuck you Monday.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">„Everywhere I go I repeat, I do not belong here”</span><br />
<span lang="EN-US">(- </span><span style="font-size: small;">Renée Vivien)</span><br />
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</div>What a pretty song...Russian Red - Loving Strangers.</div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-62365977520897889132011-03-17T22:25:00.005+01:002011-03-22T23:40:04.607+01:00It's cool, we can still be friends.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Remember the card you sent me? <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moKv_y-kYKk">Well, it's cool, we can still be friends</a>..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And you say that I hurt you, in a voice like a prayer. <br />
Yeah, you say that I've hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer.<br />
Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare .<br />
Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there.<br />
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I guess that your truth, is just the ghost of your lies I guess your kind of truth, is just the ghost of your lies Yeah, your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies.<br />
I see through them all the time.<br />
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</div></div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-10455027821206081602011-03-05T13:22:00.000+01:002011-03-05T13:22:31.113+01:00I'm not in love.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="catr"></span>I saw your picture hangin’on the back of my door<br />
Won’t give you my heart,<br />
No one lives there anymore</div><div style="text-align: center;">[...]</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I'm not in love</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not in love</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not in love</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not in love</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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...Well, I don't want to sound cruel here..but you still seem to be pretty alive. </div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-10756476460873255672011-02-22T21:14:00.004+01:002011-02-25T17:50:20.135+01:00You and Me,That is an awful lie. It’s I and I - Bright Eyes 2/18/2011 @ Berlin, Lido<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Without any doubt this Bright Eyes show on Feb. 18 in Berlin, Lido has been the best concert I've ever been to. I was waiting 5 years to finally see them live (don't ask me why I couldn't manage it before...). </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Just to make sure I'll stand in first row I was waiting almost 3 hours in front of the entrance (some might call it obsessive and crazy..but some will understand me). When I finally got in, the first thing I did was to ensure my place just in front of the stage. Just half an hour later the support act came upon stage and so it was my second time seeing Tim Kasher live this week. This time Tim played just a few songs of his solo record, but it still was amazing...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At 9 o'clock and after some impatiently waiting of mine, the intro of Firewall with the voice of Denny Brewer sounded through the speakers. The band with Conor Oberst entered the stage and started to peform one of my favorite songs on the new record Firewall, followed by Haile Selassie and after those my personal first highlight of the show Goldmine Gutted. Conor Oberst seemed a little drunk but altogether he was in a "good mood", I'd say...I heard some crazy stories before when he was really angry and drunk and screamed around. But it wasn't that bad in Berlin, so in a Conor-Oberst-way he was in some good temper. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">He also was very close to the audience, for example when he played Approxiamte Sunlight. They also played Nothing Gets Crossed out, my second personal highlight and Conor dedicated it to Tim Kasher ("But I'm tryin' and take some comfort in written words, yeah Tim I heard your album and it's better than good. When you get off tour I think we should hang and black out together.")</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The final song they played was One for you, One for me. I liked the song before but now, after hearing it live, I love it even more. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">Other highlights were Poison Oak, Padraic My Prince, Something Vague, An Attempt to Tip the Scales and The Calender Hung itself. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I tried to make a few photos during the show, but I couldn't use flash and so the quality isn't very good. Besides I stood right in front of Conor and I really didn't want to harm him with making photos of him the whole time. But I managed to grab the setlist after the show. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am really excited about the following german dates in june. I already got my tickets for Berlin and Cologne. </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some crazy girls kind of forced him to make a photo with them after the show. I am jealous. I was too shy and he had to leave..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And so I drink to stay warm<br />
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</div></div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-86473273002645166292011-02-21T16:37:00.005+01:002011-02-21T17:23:49.992+01:00We're a family of strays, but together we've been found - Tim Kasher, Leipzig 2/16/2011 @naTo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;">Just one day after the lovely Azure Ray show, me and two friends were attending at the Tim Kasher concert. The venue <a href="http://www.nato-leipzig.de/index.php?cf_session=6b95f469bc0714de13c633051545263f">naTo</a> was really cool. Just a small stage, which created a very intimate atmosphere and an extra room with a bar, where you could smoke and they sold some delicious red wine for just 2, 90 € ..and yes I drank a little too much of those..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway..the concert was really amazing. The support act Mexican Elvis, that also formed the band around Tim Kasher, was great, too. You should do yourself a favor and listen to their song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31IPIHnwIdA">Friends</a>..at the show they played this song with Tim Kasher by the way..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have not much words to say about the concert. It was just great.. that's it. I loved the songs he choosed to play, almost his whole solo record (I already told you in an older post how much I do love the album..) and also three The Good Life songs and two Cursive songs. Tim Kasher is just such an amazing live artist and so the songs sound even better when he's singing them live. I would have almost cried when he played The Prodigal Husband with the Mexican Elvis girl or The Recluse, if I didn't stand in the first row...that would be embarrassing..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is there anything else to say? I don't think so. Here's the setlist by the way:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">No Fireworks</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bad, bad dreams</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There must be something I've lost</div><div style="text-align: justify;">You don't feel like home to me (The Good Life)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Grown Man</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Surprise, surprise</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Recluse (Cursive)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Strays</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Album of the Year (The Good Life)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm Afraid I'm gonna die here</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Encore:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Prodigal Husband</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Empty Bed (The Good Life)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cold Love</div><div style="text-align: justify;">From the Hips (Cursive)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S. After the show I had the chance to talk to Tim and he told me that a new Cursive record will be released in 2012, followed by a tour..Good news !!</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuc_Cfh0yaM4hJy0RwTU8OHD4vt3ldduXf43rOZOWyrpqcCCicoR6tF7xsZ3mAJe3XLTXmeTSY0oqmyOURWuEFoSWzeRlkDZvavBT62vuUolL0lr-44ps8FDYcQVPfPFISr6ICXfLwanKa/s400/DSCI0036.JPG" width="400" /> </div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You think too much<br />
such terrible endings<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">You drink so much</div>to start the forgetting</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Probably the only picture I will post of myself. Making a silly face..but he also does. ha ha.</td></tr>
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VALENTINE’S DAY<br />
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<a href="" name="valentinesday"></a> <a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a>I won’t tell you, baby, you drink too much<br />
This year, on Valentine’s Day.<br />
And I won’t see you looking at that girl’s butt<br />
This year, on Valentine’s Day.<br />
I won’t remind you I’m not for granted,<br />
Won’t have to beg you to take a shower.<br />
I won’t even cry cause you don’t love me enough<br />
This year, on Valentine’s Day.<br />
<a href="" name="valentinesday"></a> <a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a>Got my bags packed and I’m bringing the dog,<br />
Going too fast on the highway.<br />
Lost my love for me when I loved you,<br />
Gonna reclaim it all on Valentine’s Day.<br />
True love at last, on Valentine’s Day.<br />
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<a href="" name="valentinesday"></a> <a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a>Gonna have dinner with the coolest girl,<br />
Although she’s been broken down during this stay.<br />
Just me, myself and my biggest laughter<br />
Candle light dinner on Valentine’s Day.<br />
<a href="" name="valentinesday"></a> <a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a>And then, I’ll go dancing at the finest club,<br />
Find a kid who’s ready to play.<br />
Gonna get all the pleasure you never could give me,<br />
This year on Valentine’s Day.<br />
True love at last, on Valentine’s Day.<br />
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<a href="" name="valentinesday"></a> <a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a>So I hope you are sorry and I wish you the worst<br />
And that’s all I had to say.<br />
I think we have fish sticks if you need dinner<br />
This year, on Valentine’s Day.<br />
<a href="" name="valentinesday"></a> <a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a><a href="" name="valentinesday"></a>Got a feeling this is going to be Valentine’s year.<br />
Roses are red and violets are blue, sugar is sweet and I’m leaving you.</div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-74947790487167478842011-01-31T18:37:00.000+01:002011-01-31T18:37:23.070+01:00There's a leak...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">..of the new Bright Eyes record "The People's Key". But I, heroic as I am, told myself I will wait at least until Feb 1st when I will receive my official download link from Saddle Creek. But right now I hate it to be patient..for this purpose I need some Non-Bright Eyes music.<br />
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</div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-14332149828174773432011-01-27T01:05:00.002+01:002011-03-21T22:42:23.695+01:00Ice Water.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I am so, angry. <br />
I am so, at ease. <br />
I feel just like some great big disease.<br />
I think you need ice water.<br />
But the only thing that you really hate,<br />
Is all it's emptiness.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ah, you'll swim. <br />
And I will drink myself to death.</i></div></blockquote></blockquote><div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
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</div>Momentarily I kind of have problems to cheer myself up and so I am not really in the mood to write or do anything and to care about this blog thing. According to this: let's listen to even more depressing music, like the beautiful Cat Power and her song "Ice Water". <br />
And tomorrow there will be a new day and I will go out again, study and maybe buy some clothes to make myself feel brand-new. 2011 here I finally come!<br />
(And that's what we call sarcasm.)</div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-80413924015947004152011-01-15T01:29:00.000+01:002011-01-15T01:29:33.221+01:00Unknown II.<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJA17yuA3_RsAp8aFMWRyUT3VnX3l_bMksPbi7VTj-er3NHUnVZL25nEKRAVDYWjNPv6JY5gIpr3Qy75uVEOec8ujgbza4HfByJFwAgcAc_dwQvP9nhN4ASBmg-Kru6pY7-77-O5GLfdS/s1600/2307725047_a4faf14ce2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJA17yuA3_RsAp8aFMWRyUT3VnX3l_bMksPbi7VTj-er3NHUnVZL25nEKRAVDYWjNPv6JY5gIpr3Qy75uVEOec8ujgbza4HfByJFwAgcAc_dwQvP9nhN4ASBmg-Kru6pY7-77-O5GLfdS/s320/2307725047_a4faf14ce2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">© shot and edited by Timo</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My mother taught me to be frightened. </div><div style="text-align: left;">My father taught me how to be invisible.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Broken glass, dripping blood. I hear you scream.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My lover taught me to be brave, but I killed her with my fear.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Only mirrors watching me. I am the only one to blame.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Empty streets, crashing cars. I hear you scream.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</span>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-72179272294861337752011-01-11T19:47:00.005+01:002011-01-12T01:16:37.528+01:00Hello Conor Oberst.<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><i><span style="font-size: small;">And I sing and sing of awful things</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">The pleasure that my sadness brings. </span></i></blockquote><blockquote><i><span style="font-size: small;">(Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh) </span></i></blockquote></div><br />
I just heard of the most exciting news right now...On Feb 18th Bright Eyes are playing in Berlin. This friday will be the perfect ending for my week:<br />
<ul><li>Feb 15th Azure Ray in Leipzig, Germany.</li>
<li>Feb 15th The People's Key in Stores.</li>
<li> Feb 16th Tim Kasher in Lepzig, Germany.</li>
<li>Feb 18th Bright Eyes in Berlin, Germany.</li>
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Couldn't be better. Let's just hope I don't get sick or something. Happened to me before. <br />
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As if these wounds could ever heal themselves, as if I could ever remove the scars from my arms.<br />
And as if she could ever take back all of her lies..<br />
So I ripped my heart out, I cut my tongue off, I burned my eyes out. But her ghost still kept on chasing me. Soon I found out that it’s better being a skeleton, than being caught in this endless race.<br />
And so all my friends left me…or was it me who left them?<br />
Well, too bad that there’s no one here I could ask. Just me and my self-loathing reflection in the mirror. <br />
And the little demon boy with his smiling face is still staring at me. I know, slowly I will disappear.<br />
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I found myself again in these dirty clubs, I once loved but now hate so much. The drinks are filling me up with empty laughter. I don’t fit here anymore. The darkest corner is where I’d chose to be. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Would you come with me and please get me another drink?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It’s just… I hate this place, I hate this crowd.<br />
</div>I guess you felt sorry for me and so you drove me home. We spent the night together, but in the morning I sent you away. I can’t even stand myself. My temperature just never drops.<br />
I went to the river and drowned all of her dresses. I don’t want anything of hers anymore. And as I returned to the cave, I made myself, I found her message on my phone. She asks where I’ve been and how I am. <br />
I decided to hide under my blanket, that feels like cold steel, and wait until the echos of her voice in my head will finally become silent.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">For your footsteps trail</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">I have to kiss them</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">With my scalding tears</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;">Until I see the ground</span></i></blockquote><i><span style="font-size: small;">(Extinguish Me) </span></i></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I probably forgot to mention Soap&Skin in my Top5 Review of 2010.. Her amazing record “Lovetune for Vacuum” is dark, dramatic and devastating. She’s an artist from Austria. I’d describe her music, always in company with a dark sounding piano, as experimental. <br />
So, I highly recommend her album. Here is her song “Spiracle”, one of my favorites on the album. </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Through the year I made some wonderful musical discoveries, I'd like to share with you. So here is my little selection, rowed in a Top 5:<br />
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<u><b>Dial M for Murder! – Fiction Of Her Dreams</b></u><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I couldn’t decide whom to put on number 5, so I just put two bands on it. These two bands couldn’t be more different, but I spent the first half of 2010 with them, so they both deserve a place in my Top 5 !<br />
Let’s start with Port O’ Brien. Port O’Brien is a Indie-/Folk-Band from Alaska. They’re similar to The Decemberists and Friska Viljor. I even read somewhere that Port O’Brien is the new favorite band of M.Ward. <br />
I prefer their album <i>“All We Could Do Was Sing”</i>, which was released in 2008. the Album opens with the danceable song <i>“I Woke Up Today”</i>. <i>“All We Could Do Was Sing”</i> as a whole is succeeded, in my opinion. Good to listen to and a few songs, that have the potential to grow. My personal favorite song is Fisherman’s Son. </div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Totally contrary to Port O’Brien, Dial M for Murder! is a swedish Indie-/Post-Punk-Band, that was formed in 2007. Their album <i>“Fiction of her Dreams” </i>was released in 2009. When I first listened to the album this year, I also liked it as a whole and couldn’t stop hearing it for weeks. Dial M for Murder! definitely is a band that is worth to keep an eye on.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><u><b>4. Holly Miranda – The Magicians Private Library</b></u><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My personal number 4 is Holly Miranda, an american singer-songwriter, that I just discovered a few month ago. Last year she supported The XX on their european tour the tour and I can’t believe that I missed it !!! <br />
I first felt in love with her really beautiful song <i>“Waves”</i>, but as I listened to the whole record <i>“The Magicians Private Library”</i> I didn’t liked it at all. A few weeks later I gave it another chance and suddenly it grow more and more. Her haunting voice is able to make you forget that the album here and there seems a bit over-produced. <br />
The Magicians Private Library is Holly Miranda’s Debut Album, that was released in February 2010. <br />
Anyway, what I would recommend even more are her covers of Lauryn Hill’s <i>“Ex-Factor”</i> and Jeff Buckley’s <i>“Lover, You Should Have Come Over”.</i> In my opinion, these covers show her real potential as a singer and musician. <br />
By the way…Holly Mirandas music is also inspired by Jeff Buckley…which makes it, for me, even more interesting. Plus, she looks really beautiful! Ha ha!<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>3. Azure Ray – Drawing Down The Moon</u></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Maria Taylor and Orenda Fink, better known as Azure Ray, released their first album in 2001. But this year Azure Ray released a new one, named <i>“Drawing Down the Moon”</i>, and that’s why they’re totally deserving a place in my Top 5! <br />
What I love most about Azure Ray is the contrast between their soft, quiet voices and their dark and melancholic lyrics. In this case, the new album is no surprise. It is, how I know and how I like Azure Ray. In other words: <i>“Drawing Down the Moon”</i> is wonderful!<br />
The Record opens with <i>“Wake Up, Sleepyhead”</i>, a perfect introduction to the album and goes on with songs like <i>“Don’t leave my mind”</i> and <i>“Larraine”</i> … songs that keep sticking in head and heart. And then there is <i>“Signs in the leaves”</i> (‘Days were dark with you in my mind. I thought it best to be free’), <i>“Dancing Ghosts” </i>(‘I knew it would end this way. But I chose it anyway. Was I taken up your empty god?’) and the closing track <i>“Walking in Circles”</i> (‘I thought I was strong, until my strength wore out’) that make the Album as amazing as it is. <br />
On Feb. 15th I will see Azure Ray live and I’m sure it will be as good, as I expect it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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The Antlers are an american indie band, fronted by the brilliant Peter Silberman. In the end of 2009 they released their first full-length record <i>“Hospice”</i>. Just a little while ago I heard of The Antlers and “Hospice”. The record is a concept-album and as written on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hospice_%28album%29">Wikipedia:</a> <i>“Hospice tells the story of an emotionally abusive relationship, explained through the analogy of a Hospice worker and terminally-ill patient. Frontman Peter Silberman has been reticent to divulge explicit details regarding the meaning of the record, and the extent to which it is autobiographical.”</i>The record and every song on it, is beautiful and sad at the same time. Musical seen it’s nothing special, but it doesn’t need to be. Hospice is agitating! <br />
As I read, before releasing the record, Peter Silberman isolated himself from the external world for two years to write <i>“Hospice”</i>. These facts make it even more amazing and extraordinary. And so “Hospice” definitely is not a record to listen to it alongside.<br />
My favorite track on it is <i>“Epilogue”</i>, followed by <i>“Atrophy”</i>, <i>“Two”</i> or <i>“Kettering”</i>. But the whole record is hauntingly beautiful and also will be on my side in 2011 !</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Epilogue - The Antlers<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u>1. Tim Kasher – The Game Of Monogamy </u></b><br />
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I’m not really sure why I put Tim Kasher on Number 1. Musically, both Azure Ray and The Antlers could also be on my personal first place. But probably it’s because I can connect most to “The Game of Monogamy”. <br />
Tim Kasher, one of the Saddle Creek Heros, Cursive and The Good Life Singer, has made his solo debut in 2010. The Record as a whole is a master piece. Theatrical arrangements and instrumentations, lyrical perfection and the whole concept mark “The Game of Monogamy”. <br />
Besides <i>“I’m Afraid, I’m Gonna Die Here”</i>, <i>“The Prodigal Husband”</i>, <i>“No Fireworks”</i>, <i>“Strays”</i>, I’d consider, that <i>“There must be Something I've lost</i>” is my favorite song of the album. A song, I think, that everyone can connect with. <br />
But I don’t want to reveal too much. Everyone, who’s a fan of the singer-songwriter/ indie- genre, should listen to this brilliant record! That’s it!<br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/J0QMhm0Gl2Q?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I'm afraid I'm gonna Die Here - Tim Kasher</div></div></div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-85950521842764185632010-12-25T14:47:00.010+01:002010-12-30T15:32:12.271+01:00The People’s Key – Shell Games.<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/yLAMg6o5w2s?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
<span lang="EN-GB">On Feb. 15<sup>th</sup> Bright Eyes will release their new and probably last album. I’m looking forward to this a lot. You can pre-order it now on the Saddle Creek Website. And if you do, you will already receive a download link on Feb. 1<sup>st</sup>. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Ha ! So who is going to pre-order it today ??? I do !<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">On Saddle Creek there already is the first track you can downlaod from the new album. Shell Games. Lyrical I think it’s beautiful. Musically it sounds a bit different. But of course it does. The first Bright Eyes LP “Letting of the happiness” was released in 1998. Now it’s 12 years later. Wouldn’t it be worse if Conor Oberst still made the same music he did when he was 18?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">But anyway… I really like the self-reflection in Shell Games:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">“Took the fireworks and the vanity<br />
The circuit board and the city streets<br />
Shooting star, swaying palm tree”<o:p></o:p></span></div></blockquote></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">I think fireworks refers to “Letting of the Happiness”, vanity to “Fevers and Mirrors”, circuit board to “Digital Ash in a Digital Urn”, city streets could be refering to “I’m wide awake it’s morning” and the shooting star and the swaying palm trees obviously to “Cassadaga”. And now on “The People’s Key” it’s time to let this all behind and to finally grow up..Let’s see if “The People’s Key” can manage it. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><blockquote><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB">“I was dressed in white, touched by something pure<br />
Death obsessed, like a teenager<br />
Sold my tortured youth, pissed in vinegar<br />
I'm still angry with no reason to be”<o:p></o:p></span></div></blockquote><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">I know that I am going to like the new album, but am I going to love it? When I felt in love with Bright Eyes 5 years ago, I felt in love with the accoustic music, the personal “death obsessed” lyrics, the breakable voice...I still remember what my first song was..It was “Messenger Bird's Song”.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">And then “Cassadaga” came..a very different album. So how is “The People’s Key” going to be? On Feb. 1<sup>st</sup> I will know ! and I can’t tell you how excited I am about it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://store.saddle-creek.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=CTGY&Store_Code=SCOS&Category_Code=Bright_Eyes">http://store.saddle-creek.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=CTGY&Store_Code=SCOS&Category_Code=Bright_Eyes </a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">--> Here you can download "Shell Games" and pre-order the album.</div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535985988479289144.post-55373003529070830802010-12-25T14:37:00.002+01:002010-12-30T15:31:41.619+01:00Prologue.<div style="text-align: justify;">I don’t know what this blog is going to be about. I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know who is going to read it….probably just a few friends, I will force to read it! Anyway…I have a Blog! A long time ago I felt that it was about time to become more creative about the things I care. So this Blog is more like an experiment…and with the self-consciousness I got, i think that it’s going to be a disaster…ha ha.</div>Me and my friend, the melancholic.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06901896377785224181noreply@blogger.com2