by Sean
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Passion Pit - "Cuddle Fuddle". Sometimes I think of hearts like gas-lamps. I don't understand how gas-lamps work, so bear with me. Anyway, you got a big container of ether & spirits & fumes, and then you got all these tubes and valves to manage the stuff. And if a valve blows out, well - uh, yikes. Suddenly there's glowing fiery gas just going everywhere, shooting you in different directions like an out-of-control hot-air balloon. And boy, it goes to your head.

Anyhow, I bring all this up because "Cuddle Fuddle" is that perfect example of a song about gas-lamp hearts going bust, of violet & rosy flares just gustin' all through your chest, perfumed breaths loosed into your lungs, and the poor sod in the middle getting heaved around lurching by the leaky heart-valve, different bits of his insides all lit up with ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.

(Passion Pit play Pop Montreal tonight.)



Vampire Weekend - "Ottoman". I was talking to Steve R from Young Galaxy today about Chairlift's "Bruises", the really wonderful song that festoons Apple's new iPod commercials. "Bruises" doesn't rely on songcraft, on the songwriting structure & lessons & genius of Spector-Robinson-King-McCartney et al. It's not a brilliantly written song - it's just a beautifully, beautifully interpreted one. A song whose beauty is in the singing (particularly of the chorus). That's not something you can be taught - it's something you simply gotta do. The genius of McCartney/Lennon ooooohs, James Brown's uhs, Jonny Greenwood's guitar-fuckup on "Creep". And yet while these moments are stunning, more marvellous still are the acts who have these instincts for delivery & performance, as well as for songwriting. Who can, like the Beatles or Herman Dune or the Knife, play a solo that's just right and just rightly placed. Who can assemble a string of wonders into a single perfect whole. Who write song after masterpiecing song.

(Vampire Weekend wanted tens of thousands of dollars to play Pop Montreal, so they aren't.)



Lykke Li singing "Dance Dance Dance" together with Bon Iver: video.

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Posted by Sean at October 2, 2008 10:52 AM

Doesn't surprise me that Vampire Weekend (or their representation, anyway) wanted tens of thousands of dollars -- same thing happened last year when I tried to book Tapes N Tapes after their blog-explosion, and Clap Your Hands Say Yeah the year before that for the same reasons. Upstart Indie Rock Band + Internet Hype + Big-Shot Booking Agency (in this case, Billions; in the two former cases, an even bigger one) = Insane booking fees, which consequently = no slots at POP Montreal or any other non-corporate festivals on any kind of reasonable budget.


Anyway, great songs today.

Posted by Calum at October 2, 2008 11:33 AM

that picture is priceless. your blogname is really unique, I like it :)


Posted by Darren TheJunction at October 2, 2008 11:35 AM

man, fuck vampire weekend. i am sick of that album and i hope everybody in montreal hears about this so that they can all quit jocking them.

Posted by samgorgonzola at October 3, 2008 11:01 AM

Wzór PCC-3 hipoteka. Hipoteka zwykła, hipoteka kaucyjna.

Posted by PCC-3 at October 3, 2008 3:43 PM

Owwh, that video has made my Saturday morning. The weather's awful but I am going to sing songs with my friends and bathe in the glow of those grey clouds

I lovelovelove this blog.

Posted by Bethan at October 4, 2008 5:32 AM

kinda gettin' a little Perpetuan there in the song analysis.

Posted by matthew at October 5, 2008 6:24 PM

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