And It's Alright

Lovely acoustic piece from Peter Broderick. An interesting fellow, he; he started off as a composer of sorts and then, seemingly on a whim, decided to get into actually writing versed music.




And for contrast's sake, this is the sort of music this fellow typically otherwise spawns. Eclectic, anyone?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqQ30tEIdHQ

Jeroen Van Aken

After three weeks of listening exclusively to Aqualung, I'm finally coming out of my cubbyhole and branching back out into strange and obscure musical territories; I've been rooting through a whole whack of peculiar musics of late. I intend to share o'er the next few days a few choice samples of what I've been exploring recently... So to kick that off, here's a ditty from Gregor Samsa--a specimen most especially suited to 3 am, gi'en its atmospheric, minimalistic, and frankly meandering quality. Mmmm...

Sundowning

As you are likely increasingly becoming aware, I'm developing a wholesome obsession for Aqualung. I can scarcely help it. I mean, look at him. This man is beautiful. A man (delightedly--I feel totally vindicated) obsessed as I therefore am, I feel compelled by some deep ethical force to continue to share of his utmost fabulosity. This particular piece of prettifulness which I've had on repeat for the past few days came from his album, "Magnetic North."

The Lake

Whilst I've already compulsively shared this with most of you by now, I can scarcely help but foist it forcefully upon the rest of you, e'en if I don't think you'll enjoy it; it is that wonderful in my books. I've been listening to it more or less constantly (although it beats me what "more" would in such a case entail. Stupid English phraseologies...) o'er the course of the last few days.There's something most especially magical and otherworldly about the chorus. It's like the rambling, melancholy, aimless verses coalesce into a transcendental ray of hope--it's moving.
Anyway, it's by Aqualung from his album, "Memory Man."

Blow Your Nose

"...Right on my sleeve." Eewww, gross! It's actually a lovely song, though, if on the odd side. But then, this is múm--oddness is to be expected, both lyrically and stylistically. Besides, we learned from Garden State that the offer of a sleeve for the purposes of nose-blowing is a profound gesture of love. Therefore this song might lyrically be among the most loving songs there are! It's not just crass, see see.

Can you feel the love?

Beautiful

No really, it is. That's just what it's called. When Apocalyptica lets itself simmer down a bit, they occasionally spawn something which is listenable. No, they never allow themselves the luxury of actually being happy--that's just not cool, y'know--but every now and again...they're lovely. This is the singular track from their latest album in which they, uh, tone down on all that passion they typically employ to make their music so, erm, distinctive. And it's pretty.

Cameron

I've fallen in love with a mysterious entity known to me only as Elder Cameron, some God-like creature Patricia in her travels abroad in the world miraculously happened upon. He, in his unfathomable majesty, bequeathed upon her...a CD. From thence we with trembling fingers plunder the following tracks. Because moderation in this instance is no virtue, here are three little miracles for you to suck on. They are entitled, in order of presentation, "Give Said the Little Stream", "Through the Eyes of Another" and "Righteous Hero."





My eyes! He's too awesome!