George.

Peredur’s thoughts with Wovoka Gentle

It was snowing in Leipzig yesterday, quite heavily.

“And in the evening he entered a valley, and at the head of the valley he came to a hermit’s cell, and the hermit welcomed him gladly, and there he spent the night. And in the morning he arose, and when he went forth, behold a shower of snow had fallen in the night before, and a hawk had killed a wild fowl in front of the cell. And the noise of the horse scared the hawk away, and a raven alighted upon the bird. And Peredur stood, and compared the blackness of the raven and the whiteness of the snow, and the redness of the blood, to the hair of the lady that best he loved, which was blacker than jet, and to her skin which was whiter than snow, and to the two red spots upon her cheeks, which were redder than the blood upon the snow appeared to be.”

‘Peredur the son of Evrawc’, The Mabinogion, translated by C.E. Guest, 1841

So lively, so human, so gently heavy, so extremely thoughtful, brittle, with all many pin-point sorts of rhythms of newly-discovered colours compared in the unmoving mind of another chapter. This band take after the “personal narrative” who meets daily with universal native, tampering electricity on things. A warmth working of a welcoming hermit’s behest, organised and continual like a tale I tell myself sometimes.

I speak from a distance and note the emphasis within the band’s public relations on the promise of  ”performance art instillations and visual projections”, promise of a winter spent in organised emotional transit – the live performance that hermits may only bustle instead, welcome strangers. They headline a show at Electrowerkz in November.

It will all add up if it doesn’t even now.

 

It’s already half past one

I was wanting to write about the above and then saw that its tag was ‘Wilco’ so I asked google if it was a cover and it came up with the below video
The below video is addictive i.e. fulfilling to the max
The above song is sweet too.
But listen the below – is it just me or does the 24 second intro bring a smile to your face
- really working a kind of minimal rock thing going on
The above song is really sweet, a big thing to return to and it addresses something delicate
I like the way the song builds with that most soothing crease/refraining lyric –  ’chemical reaction’
I like soothing and real at the same time
Seriously, though, the below video
Both songs mention cigarettes so now I’m thinking of cigarettes, everything is connected.

I spent the evening writing about economics and this morning I had my second job interview to be an English teacher.
Everything is connected – the video is just generally very well shot – the characters within it are believable somehow even though the plot extends extravagantly / entertainingly

It’s Already Half Past One

Is another pick-out lyric from Gregory Uhlman‘s , the music is inventive, the song is human, the harmonies are relatable. Encompassing that warm brush of the kind of song sound

I was wanting to write about the above
Maybe all I needed was something to juxtapose it with
Next time don’t read too much into a Soundcloud tag, I guess, that’s my lesson
Or do, depends on what the objective really is.

Peace

“the small soft-spoken woman with the big sorrowful voice”

Big-folk band-sound that sounds tight? Female-fronted Unnveig Aas from Oslo… Going from this song called Run, we are softly excited by astute lyricism upon the appropriate rolling drum rolling 3/4 rhythm with the swooning guitar notes and the sympatisch light-heavy emotive communicative way in which she sings many things like “park” and “knew” and “her” and “hands” and  ”too” and “you”. Not to mention a proper bass guitar doing the most reassuring guitar thing from one note to the next – tight.

If it gets me here and now then it would get me there and then as it has apparently already successfully done at festivals across the land, from Norway to Bremen.

That’s about it for now (or then) – the song starts with an appreciated bang and then proceeds to tick this big box-shaped thing somewhere in the imminent present where everything is where it is and this Norwegian Folk hug is ruffling in and around the foreground, big togetherness to boot, easier tried than done, note the subsidiary pause where all the volume calms down and where it’s just her singing before –bang- and away we go-, the chorus! I will be continually loyal to this culture/structure/mould of sound. where the background is imaginably just sips, movements, social, dance-moves!, thoughts, doing their thing, doing their impression, the floor, the nature, the ecstatic energy of backing singers in unison… that’s about it for now… all good.

But it’s not! For these songs would not be as fun as they are if musicians wouldn’t always reveal their art through music videos and the music video for Run is breathlessly beyond cool, taking the story in and around this park that looks as real as it sounds, those perspectives and changing bits of unmemorable shade and that symbolically orange jogger who is imaginably contented with his position within the rom-com.

Being honest, thanks Unnveig Aas 

And their E.P that comes out 9. Oktober.

Preview of ‘Black Licorice’ by Julienne Dweck, out on 19th October

This is akin to fulfilment, how some other song reveals her song on a specific. I love, I recline into the armchair that always has a blanket on it for some reason and figuratively sip into an evening ale accompanied with a Gauloises cig, salty quantum possibility swerve – what I wake up calling some concept that I’ve slept on. Ah, forget it, anyway, this album, the songs:!

Conviction. And openness. How a song can sound like conviction and openness? ? = Julienne Dweck, her album coming out on 16th October. Waking-up-and-knowing-what-to-do emotions pour against, draw against each other in these two preview songs that are available to listen as the first two tracks of the aforementioned album. In this case, I woke up, opened the e-mail, and had it playing loudly on a whim whilst I brushed my teeth. 8 hours later, and although my eyes are now heavying a little because I’ve been walking around breathing in falling young children park leaves playing through that old newly air, these durations of Dream of You and If Only are keeping something making sense, cosy-ing up to, an eclipse of something social nothing something to be cool with, traversing through minor-episodes / memory with this undercurrent of unquestionable person behind the songs, emotions behind the songs -

traversing through melodies with these lyrics that do more than to pass you by because they’re so solid and honest, universally there, open with conviction – without denying but rather realising the backdrops she has swayingly painted around .. aforementioned .. lyrics – reverb up and sometimes dissonant / distant, suitably daydreams, and sometimes somewhat not always unlike a little haunting / jaunting / surprising and “it feels so surreal” to boot . She got it, -ah-, course she got it:!

pre-order
*19th October album release and a New York gig on 17th, ye loyal consumers of genuine things that make a sound who are perhaps from new york

hi: don’t hover, do click

attic noise – how to never stop being sad (dandelion hands cover)
Jonny Hill – Fractured Narratives
lee (asano+ryuhei) – ima
elizabeth veldon – a map of privilege/ a map of pain

 

you’ve washed up it’s okay, settle in settle in, some things have changed yes, yes, no, no yes they’ve gone unfortunately, it’s just me, but that’s okay, right? okay, right, take a deep breathe, a pause, a pau–se, , , I don’t know where they’ve gone, but I can tell you where, I can tell you who hasn’t gone, no give it a chance, ok don’t give it a chance, just let me speak. sit, click, listen. this world you’ve washed up in it’s overall more potentially great than the world from which you came , look, here, we have elizabeth, she’s almost up to the four hundred mark, she’s real, one of her four hundred is the one you see at the bottom, called a map of privilege / a map of pain - it’ll ease you into the first phase of sleep, I hope you sleep – settle into a world where music is that young handsome man who emotionally monologues about his innermost emotions to the mumbling sound of his guitar and records it, and then gets covered, the cover? that’s the sky, if you click, you will find your thoughts replaced by this guy who just like a legend talks onto a sound, it’s somehow powerful, but enough about powerful, we still have superhits like lee (asano+ryuhei)  - go no further - this world is one big busy – you? asleep? ok. the one with the words: fractured narrative: the more times you listen, the more you know you’re completely alive through your ears? the more you know that all that this might come down to is a live gig exhibition in Milton Keynes for which that music may have been made, the only thing that really matters is that is that it doesn’t really matter if you’re already half-asleep wholly peacefully half-asleep, click, click, click ok, bye-bye

Eef, with some covers for october

There are hardly any new male singer-songwriters these days. Perhaps loads are getting released, not many if any are getting through

Eef Barzelay is an exception, here is a sing-songer that still seems to sing songs to a guitar as if it hadn’t been done before. I know this to be true because the most recent release that’s got through is a cover album. I don’t think in the good end of 5 years has this blog ever posted a cover song, perhaps 1 or 2 in the earlier days of the decade. So things are perhaps more strange than usual, covers and all, but that’s okay, Eef is okay, he’s got your back as you press play and stare at the ceiling, well covered, contented. His songs are contented I guess – a big grinning voice, a sadness at the edges I guess, his album “Girls Come First” helped kill me for a while – poor happy listener for a singer so rich in the kind of tangible tactile social capital that a strong voice can never be denied if it resonates the right way, if it gets through. Somehow different, indifferent like the sound of a wise trunk of feeling, standing out in an opaquely breathing forest of not much but beauty right now, accidentally catch your attention, that’s what the new few new singer-songers are doing.

If you don’t believe me, believe the fans who suggested the songs for Eef to cover to compile his album of Fan Chosen Covers 4, the fourth instalment of what must be the sign / signal of someone you might really like soon if you listen up a little.