The Journey Unfulfilled Part II
In my state of transit, I was packing my bags and fingering the books on my shelf. I searched for something I could lose myself in. Something told me Gary Larson's witty commentaries on the humanistic behavior of cows wasn't gonna do it. And David Sedaris might just make me cry or laugh, neither of which would be conducive for my "search". I landed upon a copy of Homer's Odyssey and it painfully reminded me of Dr. Enelow and 11th grade English. I shuddered and threw the book in disgust, exclaiming "I damn thee!"
I realized I not only did not have divine power to light the book on fire that also I was feeling like I need to get mythological and shit. I thumbed through it and found a passage on sirens.
This was especially odd that on this particular day I had been listening to inordinate amount of the Fiery Furnaces. Mainly because I found a cut of "Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)" (a contribution to a Rubber Soul tribute) and found it to be so unfathomably mediocre, that I listened to it over and over until I had convinced myself it was pretty good.
Eleanor Friedberger's voice wasn't especially charming, but in a strange way it was irresistable. I couldn't really see mariners being lulled into a trance and being destroyed violently into oblivion by the rocky boulders. I could however imagine Eleanor being the harsh tongued lass by the docks, clad in tattered fancy clothing. But that's just my fantasy.
On the upcoming Furnaces release Rehearsing My Choir (October 25, three days before this dude turns a ripe 26), one voice becomes two (well if you count Matt Friedberger's girly man voice, that's actually three), as Olga Sarantos, better known as the Friedberger grandmother will pair with Eleanor. Having known this for like... uh... forever, this made me extremely excited that a release date had been set. I picture Ms. Sarantos having a elegant, chilling voice, saturated in wisdom and wobbly from the toll of time. If I'm correct, it should present an amazing contrast to Eleanor. Then again, we're talkin' genes, and I would love to hear two anti-sirens cawing out Matt's archaic vocab in a brilliant story.
Somehow my train of thought led me to Emily Haines, another female singer capable of turning me into a fanboy pile of flesh and jellybones. Haines voice has more of an alluring quality, robotic but awkwardly soothing. Seductive like siren, Haines is more like harpie in disguise. She bears big fucking talons, her tongue sharp as a ginzu. But lord, when she performs her song and dance, it's great fucking way to die.
And with a little help from the newswire, I found that Metric (Haines' primary band) was releasing their follow up, entitled Live It Out, to the massively hypnotic, uncontrollably dance-inducing Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? on October 4. Following would be an extensive tour. I made a note on a used post-it, as I had no idea where me and my mind would be by that time. But I figured if I was sane, I would undoubtedly be there.
Dangerously Beautiful or Beautifully Dangerous?
The Fiery Furnaces are playing Cafe Du Nord 9/30/05 and 10/1/05. Metric is playing Slim's 11/3/05.
The Fiery Furnaces: http://www.thefieryfurnaces.com
Metric: http://www.ilovemetric.com
I realized I not only did not have divine power to light the book on fire that also I was feeling like I need to get mythological and shit. I thumbed through it and found a passage on sirens.
This was especially odd that on this particular day I had been listening to inordinate amount of the Fiery Furnaces. Mainly because I found a cut of "Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)" (a contribution to a Rubber Soul tribute) and found it to be so unfathomably mediocre, that I listened to it over and over until I had convinced myself it was pretty good.
Eleanor Friedberger's voice wasn't especially charming, but in a strange way it was irresistable. I couldn't really see mariners being lulled into a trance and being destroyed violently into oblivion by the rocky boulders. I could however imagine Eleanor being the harsh tongued lass by the docks, clad in tattered fancy clothing. But that's just my fantasy.
On the upcoming Furnaces release Rehearsing My Choir (October 25, three days before this dude turns a ripe 26), one voice becomes two (well if you count Matt Friedberger's girly man voice, that's actually three), as Olga Sarantos, better known as the Friedberger grandmother will pair with Eleanor. Having known this for like... uh... forever, this made me extremely excited that a release date had been set. I picture Ms. Sarantos having a elegant, chilling voice, saturated in wisdom and wobbly from the toll of time. If I'm correct, it should present an amazing contrast to Eleanor. Then again, we're talkin' genes, and I would love to hear two anti-sirens cawing out Matt's archaic vocab in a brilliant story.
Somehow my train of thought led me to Emily Haines, another female singer capable of turning me into a fanboy pile of flesh and jellybones. Haines voice has more of an alluring quality, robotic but awkwardly soothing. Seductive like siren, Haines is more like harpie in disguise. She bears big fucking talons, her tongue sharp as a ginzu. But lord, when she performs her song and dance, it's great fucking way to die.
And with a little help from the newswire, I found that Metric (Haines' primary band) was releasing their follow up, entitled Live It Out, to the massively hypnotic, uncontrollably dance-inducing Old World Underground, Where Are You Now? on October 4. Following would be an extensive tour. I made a note on a used post-it, as I had no idea where me and my mind would be by that time. But I figured if I was sane, I would undoubtedly be there.
Dangerously Beautiful or Beautifully Dangerous?
The Fiery Furnaces are playing Cafe Du Nord 9/30/05 and 10/1/05. Metric is playing Slim's 11/3/05.
The Fiery Furnaces: http://www.thefieryfurnaces.com
Metric: http://www.ilovemetric.com
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