Sunday, June 30, 2013

June Music Recommendation

So I've been stalking this artist named Noah Gundersen for a while. If you've heard his stuff, odds are you heard it on Sons of Anarchy (At least I hope so. If you heard it on the Vampire Diaries we're in a 2 week friend time out starting now) He's stupid talented and his lyrics tend to rip me into shreds for hours after listening to them, which only seems to make me want to hear more. There are three songs you should absolutely be listening to; David which is one of two songs from his latest album (Available on itunes and bancamp *Shameless plug*) to be featured on Sons of Anarchy, his cover of A Case of You which is a Joni Mitchell song, and Nashville seen here being performed by Noah (And all his stupid talent) and his sister Abby (And all her stupid talent). Being the tone deaf kid in that family must have been a kick to the ego.

Pictured: the family that sounds way prettier than yours

Let's take the songs one at a time. David comes flooding in on a pulsing guitar backed by a cello. It's dark and moody from the get-go as Noah weaves a verse about the struggle he's going through to become the man he wants to be. "A little less like my father and more like my dad" The chorus slows to half pace which makes me feel like the song itself is tearing at me, pushing me around like a gale force wind. It's a song born of a battle that in itself feels like a fight.



A Case of You. This is one of my favorite songs and I hate people who cover it. Except apparently Noah. It helps that he sings this song with a stunning depth of feeling, his voice breaking and straining at the emotional peaks of the chorus. It's always been a conversational song, but his phrasing and delivery make it simultaneously into a condemnation and a plea. He brings the guitar in and out perfectly so that by the time you realize he just did half of a verse a capella it's because he's pounded a chord out.



The last one I'm going to strongly insist will make your life better is Nashville. This is also off of Noah's new album. A little more story than most of his songs, the words weave a picture of a long road trip that ends in violence and heartbreak. The lyrics are well phrased and poignent and only enhanced by Noah's smokey voice and Abby's perfectly placed harmonies. "On and on and on the miles stretch for hours, the radio keeps spitting out tunes. Every other song is just another tired rhythm, another tired lover's tune"



Ok the rant is over, I'm off to put on my headphones and get lost in some good tunes.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

If You Need Me I'll Be Sitting in the Park Singing Bob Dylan

I just watched the Bling Ring. It was terrifying. I'll never have children for fear that they'll turn into teenagers and someday even passingly resemble the kids in this film. I'm serious. Combine that with the fact that I've "fallen to the communists" as they say in the homeland* I'm a little sensitive to emotional changes now I feel like I was the one breaking into Paris Hilton's house and threatening to steal her dog. To help combat this sense of commercialism I'll be spending the rest of the night listening to hippie folk music and separating all of my clothes out so I can give half of them to Good Will in the morning. Fuckin thanks Hermione.

*The IT Crowd

Friday, June 21, 2013

This is the Definition of Burying the Lead

So my best friend has this habbit of watching TV documentaries. She's a "sharer" so she sometimes texts me the fascinating things she's learning. This was our actual text conversation from tonight. Love you B.

Bailey: The things you learn from Late night TV. Also there's a pteranadon living near LA.

Me: What's a that thing?

Bailey: Winged dinosaur.



Me: Fuck off. Dead. Please say dead.

Bailey: Pterodactyl.

Me:But a dead one, right? Don't fuck with me



Bailey: I apparently lives near Elizabeth Lake in the Angeles National Forrest and eats cows

Me: Fuck right off! How is this not the only thing on the news?

Bailey: It's Nessie for LA.

Me: So it's not real? Why would you tell me that?

Bailey: That it supposedly exist or that it's not real?

Me: LEAD WITH IT NOT BEING REAL



Bailey: Sorry, I thought "There's a pterodactyl living near LA" was a tip off to the speculative nature of such claims

Me: You didn't say that till you told me it was eating God Damn Cows

Bailey: Besides, a Spanish Rancher beat the holy living Hell out of it in the 1800s and it disappeared

Me: Viva la Espagne

Bailey: Have I mentioned yet how ironic U find the fact that I studies Spanish for ten years thinking "French? Nobody speaks French!" only to move to almost Canada...


In fairness, on reflection it was fairly obvious that the dinosaur wasn't real. But Holy shit how epic/terrifying would that be? Right? 

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

If You're Gonna Nerd Out...

As is my seasonal ritual, I changed the posters hanging in my living room today. Where once there were colorful spring-like colors there are now grays and sepias. But not because I hate the summer. I mean part of me does because I spend my summer days inside a theater lobby wallowing in A/C and low watt lighting.

When I line up for my suite in Hell, this is the line I will stand in

I changed the posters to reflect the wonderful, glasses wearing, slightly asthmatic, brilliant, heavily punched nerd that lives inside of me. I now proudly boast a poster for the British thriller The Woman in Black (Signed by Harry *mother fucking* Potter himself) and a poster for the highly anticipated season 2 of the BBC drama Copper. 

You bitches know you're jealous

I say if I'm gonna weird out the plumber who's coming tomorrow, I might as well go full throttle.