by Sean
Please note: MP3s are only kept online for a short time, and if this entry is from more than a couple of weeks ago, the music probably won't be available to download any more.


Rachel Ries - "You Only". At first this folk-song seems clumsy - a too-wakeful song about sneaking into the house, a too-sprightly song about tuckin' in for the night. But then you realise, aha, why the guy is singing along - that oh lordy she's in on it. This isn't naive platonic playing: this is not a Saturday afternoon jam. No it's friskyfrisky: it's the laughing la-la-la of lovers who stuff their faces with peanut butter and then fall into bed; of those evenings when even if it's two AM there's still fingers running up and down that banjo; of those evenings when yes there's honeydew to be had. "For you only..."

I used to wonder what would happen if Sarah Harmer ran away from home wearing a red riding hood, en route to join the east-coast whaling trade when oh golly she fell head over heels in love, and with a South Dakotan boy at that. So she moves to the cornfields and though she sings to the sky and the cows she's also thinking of skyscrapers and smoke, and how they're not at all there... Anyway, I used to wonder, but then I got the beautiful package that is the Rachel Ries CD and now I don't wonder no more. Instead I sit on my bed feeling like a girl and listening to Rachel's voice.

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Downy - "Ichi". When you're out walking one day, maybe you'll crest a hill with tall green grass and you'll suddenly face a dragon and uh-oh his mouth will already be open and he will be breathing fire and you, sir, will be in the thick of it. You'll be in a world gone liquid and gas, amid swirls and shocks of feeling, hanging there for the split second before the melt-and-collapse. If there was an observer, if there could be an observer, they might see just death. But you don't just see death: you see eddies and currents, you see flickers and licks, you see flame and fire. You, the wo/man who is being burnt to death by dragonbreath, you see your childhood and adolescence and old age, you see your whimsy and longing and regret, you see how your dreams and achievements get muddled up when they're put in a box and taught to fight. You're delusional now, (you're dead, frankly,) but you understand life's hot rumble better than you ever did when you're alive: it has something to do with earthquakes. Something to do with earthquakes.

Downy are a band from Japan. David sent me this song. It is a heavy jazz-rock, an Acid Mothers rock, a lodestone rock, something to use instead of a mining drill or Need New Body. But if you listen twice, thrice, you hear that the sludge isn't sludge - it's different things, guitar and bass and clangs, saxophone and a man's keening Minus Story vocals. It's like how you can see starlight two different ways: either it fills the sky, bright as oblivion, too bright to think; or else they're pinpricks you can pick, constellations you can choose, friends that take shape in the thick gloom.

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I like the look of O Song -- Augie March, The Zombies, and the Paul McCartney song I may yet post here. I love that there's good songs and dollops of writing to accompany them. (Also, judging from the number of comments there, Said the Gramophone oughta just switch to livejournal.)

Daughters of Invention paint a cocaine-partytime kinda Toronto that's news to me, but cool I guess. More pertinently, the music's great: case-in-point the piano-rickety Robyn b-side about masturbation.

Tuwa's still lookin' for (at least) another person to review a doubtless-most-awesome mix CD for a Tofu-Hut-style project. Someone snap it up!

and finally, Abby's got a wonderful rant about posting pop songs you love.

Posted by Sean at November 15, 2005 3:02 AM

dood. easy. no yayo over at daughters, okay? partytime yes, cocaine no.

Posted by jaime at November 15, 2005 4:55 AM

oh but thx for the link ;)

Posted by jaime at November 15, 2005 4:56 AM

:) But do you not think that the Toronto that yr blog evokes is a, um, cocaine-partytime one?

Posted by Sean at November 15, 2005 5:08 AM

no, because there's no cocaine! (well, there's cocaine in toronto, but not in my blog. or the rest of my life. i'm sort of not comfortable with daughters being used as a reference to that lifestyle.) it's usually just beer. and cupcakes. i guess alot of the music (dance stuff) i've been going on about lately can be associated with facedrugs, but that's not what we're about. and yeah, i live in toronto and i love it here, but i don't feel that i'm really a representative of "what's going on in toronto". most of the shit i post is just stuff *i* like. and many of the pics are of folks in van, as well.

Posted by jaime at November 15, 2005 5:31 AM

hmm. i guess what i was getting at was that the toronto i know (and dislike) is rooted in skyscrapers and greengrocers, korean restos and faux-kosher diners, recycled clothes on Queen St, design students, and then the rolling sometimes-affluent suburbs where my grandparents live... and that the Toronto that yr blog makes me imagine is much more of a NYC-London-Berlin let's-get-CRAY-Zeh thing, yeah with cocaine and mascara and mussed hair under trucker hats.

but i apologise for misrepresenting you: that's not a good feeling. i respect yr cupcake vision and acknowledge that it's me with the weirdo baggage. i'd cut the "cocaine" line but then these comments won't make sense, so strike-through it is.

i've added you to our side-bar.

Posted by Sean at November 15, 2005 5:57 AM

I love your writing. Most envious. No! I mean--appreciative. Back off, Kevin Spacey! ... My God, his fingers are worse than mine.

Posted by Tuwa at November 15, 2005 9:18 AM

Thanks for posting it Sean, I like your take.
Here's a link to (I think) a slightly cheaper place:

Their site, which is fairly interesting and sufficiently navigable for english readers is if anyone wants to know.

Posted by Dave at November 15, 2005 12:57 PM

Rachel's on tour with this group of singer songwriters traveling up and down the east coast. The bands name is tin pan alley and features the amazing singer Anais Mitchell ( (free mp3's at her site)

check out the concert schedule on Rachel's page for more info but if you get a chance see them all together if you can

Posted by craig at November 15, 2005 1:25 PM

I'm sorry sean. BUT our neighborhood is not that afluent any more.
Luv ya !!

Posted by Zaidie Ben at November 15, 2005 2:20 PM

I stand corrected!

Posted by Sean at November 15, 2005 2:26 PM

Hi Sean,

I write O Song, which you gave a good rap to in this post. Said The Gramophone has long been my favourite mp3blog, and it means a lot that you've enjoyed my ramblings about the songs, so thank you!

Livejournal does seem to encourage comments for some reason, in a way that the usual blogs don't. I think it's partly the treed structure of comments, but partly the feeling of community you get on livejournal. I think most of the people commenting on my entries are people I know in real life, who usually aren't really fans of mp3blogs in general, but like me and are willing to try things I like.


Posted by Tim at November 15, 2005 4:41 PM

Hey Sean,
Is "Going Back Song" by the Baptist Generals? My mp3 credits it to an artist named 'Rausch'.

Posted by gooblar at November 15, 2005 5:59 PM

Hi Tim! A pleasure to meet you. All the people I know in real life (with the obvious exception of my Zaidy) have gotten tired of having conversations after each post. And who can blame 'em!

Dave Gooblar - It's definitely by them.

Posted by Sean at November 15, 2005 6:19 PM

That's not McCartney, it's Emitt Rhodes. Still great, though.

Posted by Shaun at November 15, 2005 11:53 PM

I want some honeydew. lovely little song.

Posted by elfie at November 21, 2005 6:27 PM

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