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Poses
02.16.12 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Poses
This was the first Rufus Wainwright song we ever heard. It was amazing. This album was amazing. The “oh no oh no oh no” part at the end is the first thing we ever heard Guinevere sing when she was a teeny tiny mimic in the backseat of our car singing along to that bit. I am a sucker for the sensitive boy stuff and Rufus always has that in spades. Someday I will spend some more time and make a version of this song that sparkles and shines. I’d also love to cover cigarettes & chocolate milk because that one is so funny.
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Rubber Ones
02.14.12 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Rubber OnesJude asked for pudding packs at the store today. He pointed and said, “Umm I would like the chocolate kind… And some of the rubber ones.”
“rubber ones?”, I inquired. He pointed at the orange and cherry flavored Jell-o type ones. “Rubber, huh?”. “Yeah those are the rubber kinds” he finished. “OK”.
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Ironing and Wining
02.11.12 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Ironing and Wining
I don’t know if there is much point in covering Iron & Wine songs. It isn’t like I have anything to add to them or twist them. They are just beautiful and the albums always make me weep profusely and feel proud and embarrassed to be alive, simultaneously. Everything seems like a Steinbeck story, and everyone is broken and redeemed within a single stanza. Stealing a dog eared map and looking everywhere? That’s finding my girl, for sure. Diving for coins? That’s Lake Samish with Jeff & Michelle. I hate when all the straight white eyes are on me! I can remember cutting my long baby hair. I recall the warm poison rats at the Yew St house. I often feel like the blunt tongued housecat. Tami and I washed in that cold and clean blood of Christ mountain stream on our honeymoon (huzzah huzzah).
Then there is the Resurrection Fern! Don’t even get me started about undressing by the ashes of the fire. I don’t care what is going on there, I want in! I don’t know what it is about the tender bellies wound in bailing wire but it makes me so weepy to hear that line. Those stubborn neighbor boys, the story of the bear and the dog. Damn. Good stuff.
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Me @ Three
02.01.12 | Permalink | | Comments Off on Me @ Three
Recently acquired this pic from my aunt and was moved to tears to see me at the same age as Jude playing in the snow with Grandpa Kobs. While I certainly need my role models less and less as I grow older, I am certain to only miss them more and more.
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I’m A Creep
Ok first things first, F@#* bombs are flying in this song. So no sweet little faint of hearts need bother listening to this one.
Tamara and I had a lot of fun recording this one. It really benefits from Tamara’s driving slow groove, which is coming along quite nicely I must say. This was the most cohesive Radiohead number I could think of to duet on.
I recall hearing this song and getting all ecstatic because they had that Smiths vibe, and they arrived on the scene pretty much side by side with Suede and Gene. Together they were the next wave of Smiths-esque bands that filled a gaping chest wound that grunge had plunged into my heart. Up to this point I had been stanching the blood with 4A.D. bands like the Cocteau Twins, so this was like coming home. It is edgier though and Yorke is oh so much toothier than Morrissey. Still this song is a touchstone for sure.
Let’s see… I like the guitar sound I worked out. I cranked up the gain and did a bunch of little junky harmonics which remind me of my Atari 2600. I like Tamara’s determined oomph in the lower register… could care less about my vocals, and if I were truly invested I would have worked out a drum part. It was a fun time to put together though. Cheers to the lads from Oxford, and cheers to all the other Creeps out there!
