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jennywilbury · 9 months
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raspberryconverse · 6 months
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When we get this scene in the show, they absolutely have to use this song:
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[He] fell in love with the drummer [He] fell in love with the drummer [He] fell in love
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punkrockmixtapes · 5 months
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Wilco - Jesus, Etc.
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pissditching · 1 year
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ashes of american flags - wilco, 2002
war all the time - thursday, 2003
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trippercrazy · 1 month
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Jeff Tweedy from Wilco
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autoneurotic · 1 year
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Don’t cry, you can rely on me, honey
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obliviousjoy · 1 year
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this album is for people living in the midwest, people who wear the color brown, people whose clothing is off white and never pure white, people who are anxious, people who always doubt their decisions, people who’ve got unexplained bruises, people who want to have fun but can’t, people with back issues, and people who don’t know what to do with life.
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mutenostrilagony · 7 months
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Mini trip to STL today 🖤
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sinceileftyoublog · 9 months
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Julie Byrne Album Review: The Greater Wings
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(Ghostly International)
BY JORDAN MAINZER
Albums billed as being shaped by grief often don't follow linear rules, or at least a perfect pipeline of death to grief to songwriting. Famously, when Jeff Tweedy sang, "Tall buildings shake / Voices escape singing sad sad songs," on "Jesus Etc.", released in 2002, many listeners thought the line to be about 9/11, even though Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was finished before the attacks. More recently, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds' Skeleton Tree hit shelves after his son Arthur tragically died from a fall; during its recording sessions, Cave amended many of the album's lyrics, which had been initially written by the time his son passed away, but to this day we don't know exactly what changed. On the title track to singer-songwriter Julie Byrne's new album The Greater Wings, she declares she will "name my grief to let it sing," rendering that grief a living, breathing entity, almost a character in the album. Halfway through the making of the record, Byrne's creative partner Eric Littmann suddenly passed away. After shelving it for six months, Byrne completed the album with producer Alex Somers, her first time in a conventional recording studio. The result is a stunning canvas of reflection on things that are no longer for this world, from people to relationships, filtered through Byrne's blue-colored glasses.
Really, a more apt timeline for comparison to The Greater Wings is Bell Witch's Mirror Reaper, an album that acts as a tribute to a former member while including documents of their physical presence, more living artifact than ghost. On Mirror Reaper, it was the late Adrian Guerra's voice; here, Littmann's synthesizers shine throughout the record, like his arpeggios harmonizing with Marilu Donovan's harp on "Summer Glass" and his wobbly instrumentation on "Conversation Is A Flowstate". To see how Byrne and Somers owned the material from there is breathtaking. It's hard to remember that before her previous record, Not Even Happiness, Byrne was a DIY folk singer. That album's glassy closing track "I Live Now As A Singer" not only informed The Greater Wings' expanded aesthetic, but it's proven to be a total turning point in Byrne's career. The production flourishes and additional instrumentation on The Greater Wings are sometimes subtle, but they move mountains. Synthesizers shimmer alongside acoustic guitar on the title track. Somers' backing vocals on "Portrait Of A Clear Day" nestle among Byrne's lead vocal turn, Donovan's harp, and Jake Falby's strings. "I get so nostalgic for you sometimes," Byrne sings, her hazy memories perfectly contrasting the crispness of the music.
In fact, contrast is a defining feature of The Greater Wings. On emotional centerpiece "Summer Glass", Byrne's words consist of recollections of specific moments in time ("You lit my joint with the end of your cigarette," "The tattoo you gave me lying in bed"), all-encompassing devotionals ("You are the family that I chose"), and broad therapeutic goals ("I want to be whole enough to risk again"). Even the instrumental "Summer's End" showcases the tactility of Donovan's harp against the atmospheric wash of the synthesizers and echoing bells. And Somers added textures to Littman's initial work on "Conversation Is A Flowstate", making it a harmonic, yet percussive and conversational push-pull as Byrne recites affirmations: "Permission to feel it, it's alright / Permission to grieve, it is alright / Healing can be heartbreaking, it's alright."
Making yourself "whole," or as close to it as possible, is not an easy or definite process, in life or in music. Even on a song like "Flare", Byrne goes through multiple so-called "stages of grief," including bargaining and acceptance, Jefre Cantu-Ledesma's modular synth buoying her words. The Greater Wings, then, is as close to universal art as it gets, a treatise on the human penchant for imperfection, for being naturally unable to fully appreciate something while it's there. "I tell you now what for so long I did not say / That if I have no right to want you / I want you anyway," Byrne sings with smoky heartbreak on "Lightning Comes Up From The Ground", a title that makes literal what happens when an event in your life shakes you to your core: It turns your world upside-down.
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spilladabalia · 1 year
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Wilco - Heavy Metal Drummer
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genshis-balkans · 1 year
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farlydatau · 2 years
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Nasty Nestor Cortes Jr Red Version T-Shirt
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chrismoulton · 2 years
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If we are to part, I'd like we stay away. Not to screen or stalk, even seven days. I've been blindfolded for so long, I'm so small. So, so long. I've no need to dwell, my first night of widow-hood. I'll take a scotch and soda and wonder if it's for good. Cos' I've had this trauma handed down from a god who may not exist alive in the alcove. I'm never loving again. Now that you're gone, I've no need for friends. Spend all my time working towards the end, of this lie that I claimed was my life. There was a gentle breeze today, like if to soften the blow of her exit. I think I'm far past the point of help, hurdling towards whatever's next. I'm getting used to the pain of abuse but the loneliness never goes away, as if itself cursed to stay. I've been worked like a cornfield dry and all I want back is my time so cut you out like a razor to wrist of my life. It was so repetitive with you as my bride.
(Written a few months ago. Doin a lot better.)
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faint-rhodonite · 2 years
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My fangs have been pulled and i really want to see you tonight
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sideshow-tornado · 21 days
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All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
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trippercrazy · 1 month
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Jeff Tweedy from Wilco
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