trimal.
the confluence of tribal and primal; i would have also accepted pribal. it is rare for me to exhort anyone to see certain bands as everyone has different tastes. we all know too well how 2 friends can have vastly different viewpoints when it comes to music. it's almost as bad as politics and religion. almost...
caribou is the exception.
caribou is dan snaith, phd. his doctorate is in mathematics and his thesis was on "overconvergent siegel modular symbols." say that 10 times fast backwards while bopping to a crunching rhythm! i often envision him standing in front of a whiteboard filled with non-nonsensical, to me and you, maths equations explaining the secrets of the universe when he suddenly has eureka moments and reaches for the drum machine and samplers sitting on his desk to lay down a moment of brilliance to return to later in his studio. what, you don't? /sigh
pribal. at one point last night 3 of the 4 members of the live caribou band were all on various forms of drums and percussion, loosing this pounding and even awe-inspiring pulsation throughout the crowd. add to this tape loops/samples and synth washes and you had a formula that would make any baptist think hell had taken over the world and we were all in a evil orgy of satan worship! oh yes, satan worship - the good kind though. not the bad kind.
medium sized working dog should be the theme of the world.
everyone should have a medium sized working dog.
spring.
the 2009/2010 english premier league season has now come to an end. we - arsenal - finished 3rd and get the automatic group stage entry for next seasons champions league; better than last season. this normally means i would be unable to get my footie fix for the next 3 months but this is a world cup year so i do get a months reprieve. no disrespect to mls and my dc united but you just aren't the same - my wallet disagrees though.
with spring comes renewal and allergies, though maybe it's the other way around... damn allergies. i feel i am more susceptible to the evilness of allergies and pollen and the other assorted ailments of springtime due to my decision to have stopped smoking the previous year. while my lungs, wallet and sense of smell have thanked me thousands of times over my insides do feel more violated at times since.
as they say, with the good comes the bad. fuckers.
to me, spring and music are synonymous. the festival season, whatever your genre du jour, starts up this time of year - ok, a few weeks back to more precise - and everyone makes plans to cram into a few acres with thousands of people you would otherwise prefer that you didnt... unless you're a broke ass muthafucka like me and you have to live virtually through the use of music blogs and youtube vids of generally horrible quality. hipsters in new york couldnt even make a halfway decent cell phone vid of jeff mangums set from the chris knoxx benefit last week!
*note* while on the subject of jeff mangum, am i the only one who could really do without hearing the song "in the aeroplane over the sea" again? again? again? it was nice to hear the "oh, comely", don't get me wrong. yes, i know this was only like his 2nd gig in the last 10 years or something to that effect.
at least i have caribou to ease my sense of musical joie de vivre tomorrow!