Neutral Milk Hotel - Engine
Had the pleasure of seeing Jeff Mangum play in SF last night, I’ve seen him twice in the last few years, which for a long time would have seemed like an impossibility. The first time at Le Poisson Rouge as part of a Kickstarter event was his return show after many years away, which was a musical experience that felt more like a reunion - full of nervous anticipation, excitement (he opened that show with Oh, Comely, the initial chords of which signaled to the crowd that shit was going to get serious), and tears.
Last night was loose, fun, rowdy, a chance for Mangum to not simply return but express himself. He had horns and strings on some songs, and had tons of banter with the crowd (Fan: “Jeff play ‘She Did Alot of Acid’” Jeff: “No”“)
After the house lights went up at the end of the show everyone stayed screaming and he came out to play a few more songs, ending with this lullaby, which is about as perfect a song as exists.
And sweet babies cry for the cool taste of milking, that milky delight that invited us all/And if there’s a taste in this life more inviting, then wake up your windows and watch as the sweet babies crawl away
my favorite last verse of any song
I’m gonna blow this damn candle out, I don’t want Nobody comin’ over to my table, I got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers pass this way some day, Hidin’ behind bottles in dark cafes
Dark cafes, only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings, and fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days
Joni Mitchell—“The Last Time I Saw Richard”
Blue (Reprise 1971).
I know it is Monday but I am having trouble mustering my usual righteous indignation. Hope you guys have a very good day.
This photograph is especially awesome. WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT??!
Robert DeNiro, Bruce Springsteen, and Barack Obama
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Speaking of road anthems, one of the greatest, free-wheelin’ American rock riffs can now be enjoyed for more than two minutes thanks to Apple Scruff’s generous edit. USA! USA!
The purity of human expression and experience is not confined to guitars, to tubes, to turntables, to microchips. There is no right way, no pure way, of doing. There is just doing.
Bruce Springsteen (via newspeedwayboogie)
This keynote at SXSW was great, listen/watch it if you have a chance. I pretty much require you do.