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"When I was 16 I dyed my hair black and I started wearing white Oxfords." John Darnielle shares the Nashville Symphony Chorus-starring barnburner "Rain In Soho."
‘John Darnielle was a goth kid. Maybe not Siouxsie Sioux levels of cool-goth, but enough to wear a little black eyeliner and sport a gloomy undertaker look. “A bad undertaker, I guess, because a good undertaker doesn’t remind you of death,” he tells NPR, laughing.’
Nothing sharper than a serpent’s tooth Nothing harder than the gospel truth Though you repent, and don sackcloth, and try to make nice You can’t cross the same river twice
This is a song about how if you feel defeated and trodden upon you and wasted – not in the good sense of wasted – you find some small glimmering that manages to carry you through the next sixty seconds and then you do that enough times to make an hour, and then you do it enough times to make a day… and then you keep right on doing it.
John Darnielle introducing Amy AKA Spent Gladiator 1, The Fillmore on 2015-06-01 (via tmgbanter)
easily the most beautiful version of this song i’ve ever heard. let it crawl inside your ribs and settle.
I’ve been headed down the road to ruin
The end is nowhere in sight
But Randy Johnson throws a baseball 97 miles an hour and
I’m gonna be all right
I sunk all of my money into Swiss gold And I watched the market slide And I stood on the edge of the Pacific and watched The hypodermic needles coming in with the tide
Dust off the idols, give them something to eat I think they’re hungry, I know I’m starving half to death I know you’re waiting I know you’ve been waiting for a long, long time
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And I waited ‘til the sun was coming up
Light morning traffic and a cool spring breeze
And I heard the old voices calling down to me
From the tops of the trees
“Laugh lines on our faces, relief maps of the Civil War”
So, In 2010 the Mountain Goats were on this weird cooking show and it’s honestly totally unremarkable.
Except then they played this totally kick-ass version of 1 Samuel.
(Other) Jam of the Day: the Mountain Goats, “Andrew Eldritch Is Moving Back to Leeds”
In true tMG fashion, here’s a happy-go-lucky sounding song about something that’s not particularly happy-go-lucky on an album with a less-than-happy-go-lucky title. Can’t wait for May.
This song began its life on a 1973 Guild while I was at the beach a couple of summers back; I wrote the first verse and the chorus and then I put it away. In the darkness of my desk-drawer it gathered strength and plotted its return to the surface. I revisited it after I’d decided to not have any guitars on the next album, and finished writing it on the piano, which accounts for the mild McCartneyisms of the changes in the bridge, which are things I can’t really do on a guitar. In the lyric, I imagine one of my teenage heroes, Andrew Eldritch, returning to the town where the band worked and played when they were young. His friends give him a hard time about ending up back where he started, but not because they’re mad: it’s good to see an old friend wearing the marks of time on his hands and face like well-loved tattoos. So shall it be in these times: your sons and your daughters will prophesy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions, and Andrew Eldritch, whose music has reached spirits in every corner of the globe, will move back to Leeds. ~ John Darnielle
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The cactus cuttings took root The tea you brought me smacked of passion fruit In a room where the heat bled in through the wall I lay breathing in the design of it all What is there to regret Your mouth was wet And your shoulders rolled under mine
I saw the glaze come over your eyes I felt my blood pumping and the heat rise I’ve seen pretty eyes before, but never like those And your body opened like a new rose What more is there to say The air gave way I was melting and sweltering under you
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The results are what you have with you now: the sound of a long-broken machine deciding, on its own and without the interference of repairmen or excessive prayer vigils, to function again. It is a painfully raw sound that can legitimately be thought of as a second performer on these otherwise unaccompanied recordings. Its inexplicable self-originating will to go on echoes some of the boneheaded ideas that motivate the people who populate these little songs. Some of us, when we’re really sleepy or facing an unacceptable loss, imagine the hand of a person behind all this: an ornery little fellow who will have no sound without a second sound to obscure and pollute it, who is deeply mistrusting of singers in general, and who believes that whatever “signal-to-noise ratio” might mean, it can’t be any good unless more value is placed on the latter of the two hyphenated terms. Of course the original signal is never actually anywhere near any recordings anywhere, but you all already knew that. You have been sure of it for quite some time now. You see the proof everywhere. It is the reason you started reading these lines in the first place.
John Darnielle, All Hail West Texas liner notes
“So Greg ‘The Hammer’ Valentine, whose signature move was the figure-4 leg-lock, was known for crippling his opponents, and being disqualified, so he didn’t win the match, and he knew he wasn’t gonna be awarded the victory, and he would still go out of his way to break his opponents’ legs. And this, to me, was a source of talismanic wonder, like here was a guy, he’s in a game where the objective of the game is to win, to get a championship, or a ‘W’ on your record, and he’s literally only there to damage his opponent, who presumably he may or may not even know anything about! He’s just there to hurt people! And there was these impassioned editorials in the wrestling magazines about how he had to be banned from the sport because he’s just gonna break everybody’s legs. There’s something very inspiring in that. This is called ‘Song for Greg Valentine’.”
John Darnielle of the Mountain Goats tells the story of a remarkable plumber.
How To Embrace A Swamp Creature- The Mountain Goats
“So this is a song about a bad habit that you might find yourself getting into. I have come to be the voice of reason when that time comes that this bad habit of yours asserts itself. It only tends to happen after you’ve done broke up with somebody and haven’t found anybody new yet. And you might think to yourself one day, ‘Where, where is my Born Against singles compilation? I was gonna listen to that, I wanted to hear the song ‘Albany Academy.’ And so, you think, 'Oh, I know who’s got it, my ex has got it. I will just call him or her up and see if I can go get my record.'
Now, you may believe in your own innocence in this situation, but I have come, like a vision from the heart of the fire, to call you a liar to your face and say that you know, and I know why you’re going over there today, and it has nothing to do with any Born Against singles compilation, because you could go get that song off the Internet like the rest of us inside of the next thirty seconds and you don’t need the vinyl and you don’t need the CD.
I know that you need some intimacy, and I know that you want to see them again. We should both be honest about that.
This is called 'How to Embrace a Swamp Creature.’”
And all the clothes in this milkcrate, they’re yours for good We can take them out to your truck and we can lean against the hood And you can tell me it’s still great to come by and chat But I’m not completely convinced that you’re willing to leave it at that
So let’s sit down, take off our shoes Let’s not misuse the time from noon ‘til two And let’s lie down, take off our clothes And just suppose that there’s no starting over to do There’s no starting over to do There’s no, there’s no starting over
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