Elvis Perkins in [Dear]Portland
Today my heart lept when I found Elvis Perkins‘ tour schedule to have been altered to include a Portland date. I thought for a moment I’d miss it because I’ve already booked a flight to Denver for a weekend camping trip tradition with my brother and friends, but found in a fortuitous alignment of schedule that I’d booked the ticket for Friday morning instead of Thursday night like I typically would. Mr. Perkins plays Thursday, September 3rd at the Doug Fir, I hope to see you there.
PS. If you’re in the Portland area, another night I’m looking forward to is October 14th: M. Ward, Conor Oberst, and Jim James.
Music That Moves Me, Vol. 3
Caught Mr. M.Ward tonight in Portland on his last stop of his latest tour, ending here in his home town. I felt as though I were in a fairy tale for the entire show. I can’t say enough to do the man justice, so all I can do is say thank you, Mr. Ward.
God, Give Us Love In The Time That We Have
Its not likely that many of you out there haven’t heard this song, but its lyrics are worth posting nonetheless. Samuel Beam’s imagery and conscience are about as penetrating as they come.
God, there is gold hidden deep in the ground
God, there’s a hangman that wants to come aroundHow we rise when we’re born
Like the ravens in the corn
On their wings, on our knees
Crawling careless from the seaGod, there are guns growing out of our bones
God, every road takes us farther from homeAll these men that you’ve made
How we wither in the shade
Of your trees, on your wings
We are carried to the seaGod, give us love in the time that we have
- Iron and Wine, On Your Wings
comma,
I’m out at sea for seven years
I got your letter in Tangier
I thought that I’d been on a boat
Till that single word you wrote
That single word it landlocked me
Turned the masts to cedar trees
And the winds to gravel roads- Josh Ritter, Idaho
Beautiful.
You See Love Is A Drink
I’m finally getting around to listening to Copeland’s new album, and am finding it as magical as their previous work. I wasn’t a fan of their last release, thinking it too poppy, but I’m rather taken aback with this album’s return to the brilliance I’ve always loved them for. Soft sythetic keys, unique fuzz melodies, and frail harmonies rivaling the genius of Eisley..
These lines are from the song The Day I Lost My Voice
You see love is a drink
That goes straight to my head
And time is a lover
And I’m caught in her stead
And the sentiment there follows me
Straight to my bed through the nightFor a moment I was warm and the world made sense
For a moment here this storm had no consequence
From What Do I Know
It’s brittle and it trembles as the wind is coming toward,
And if you string it up it dries right out with time.
So raise your glass to that new dollar,
In the bank we’re reaching for.
But the drink was sweeter before we had a dime.
From Should You Return
You see the night is all I have to make me feel,
And all I want is just a love to make it hurt.
Cause all I need is something fine to make me lose.
Now it’s a funny way I find myself with you.
Fleet Foxes Is Your Friend
My friend Yazz today posted a blog that reminded me of a bearded band that I absolutely love, Fleet Foxes, from Seattle. This video is absolutely beautiful:
Fleet Foxes makes me smile.
Friday Night
Saw these guys by chance at a bar in Hood River with my lovely friends Mo and Ashly. Phenomenally good. I’m too use to seeing random bands in the midwest and being disgusted at how terrible they are. The northwest seems, so far, to be attempting to reverse my assumption that most obscure live music sucks. If you live in the Portland area, check Sudden Anthem out.
Yes, guy #3 at the front is playing a mandolin. Like I said, phenomenal.
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