And now it's all over, like a telescopic love seen from a distance, always in the rearview mirror and stuck in this eternal present. It is alway January and February. The seventh year of a marriage, the cold, blustery boring part of the year. I, and everybody else, loath the next two months. All the glitterry sparkle of music and concerts are slowed to a trickle… well, most places, in nyc it kinda just takes a breaker th first week and then catches up to speed.
But even so, it is so cold out, who wants to go any way? I wanna stay home, except for a concert a week. Starting with Glen Campbell.
Stay home and listen to new releases which THERE AREN'T ANY OF.
Where is the new Vampire Weekend? They are a January band, why haven't I heard anything from Ezra and his indie suckers? When they finished Contra VW were all about how they wanted to go right back into the studio and now they are late (assuming they're on a two year cycle).
I've been in search of alums I kinda missed out on the first time around. Pitchfork reminded me about M83's Hurry Up, We're Dreaming, which I really liked at the time but it didn't much stay with me. It's a double album and really, who has got the time. Well, I have. Stuck at home with a cold, I've had it in heavy rotation. According to XLRGR, the French band's album is "a complete rollercoaster ride, one fraught with the highs of both driving anthems and neon pop hits and the lows of somber balladry and choral hymns, not to mention a few inexplicable interludes."
I'm happy to concede the point.
Certainly the quintet of electronic popsters have taken me out of the uncomfortable present of our discontent.