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You Are My Sunhine

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Bruce is the boss! That’s who.

Darren talks about the gig here.

Regina Spektor’s new album, Far, was released online yesterday and should be on the shelves as of this morning. She took her time didn’t she? Her previous album Being to Hope dating back to 2006.

Spektor, born in Russia to a Jewish family and raised in the Bronx trained as a classical pianist in Manhattan. She traveled extensively in her childhood which lends itself to her quirky misplaced singing accent. She is in my opinion, the original and the best of those “quirky” songstresses who play and instrument and sing with an accent ala Kate Nash, Lilly Allen, Duffy and Corinne Bailey Rae.

While Far lacks something of what Begin to Hope had and doesn’t have anything in the same league of the beautiful Samson it is a lovely sweet enjoyable album and merited the third play this morning.

Samson

The stand out songs on the album are the a-typical bittersweet Spektor songs such as Eet, Laughing With and One More Time With Feeling.

Over all, me liksies!

Reblogged from here.

If I had you here, I’d clip your wings
Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin
This plan of mine is oh so very lame
Can’t you see the grass is greener where it rains

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

Regina Spektor – On The Radio

Music has the strangest effect on my mood. I have a number of playlists on my MP3 player. Sad.  Dance. Evening.  Party. Today.  Muscial. Gym (ha! That one is just obsolete).

Each catagory can change my stance.  The way I walk.  My line of thought.  Whether or not I smile back at the man at the lights or give him a look of distain for staring.  My entire day.

On my “Today” list I currently have Fett’s Vette from Zach & Miri make a Porno, Imelda May’s Johnny Got A boom Boom, followed by Susan Enan’s Bring on the Wonder, then Paper Planes by MIA and Vampire Weekend’s Ottoman.

I’m a total schizophrenic today.

(A prize to the first person to get the title reference.)

The ONLY man who can pull of a tasche

Hot Fuss sits proudly close to the top of my best albums ever pile laughing and teasing Sam’s Town which just made it into the top 60 or so.

I suppose you could say that Hot Fuss is to Sam’s Town as George Clooney is to Alan Rickman. Alan is charming and does sound great but would you really want to wake up beside him on a Sunday morning? George on the other hand…

The Killer’s latest offering Day & Age has just bitch slapped Alan and is now sitting somewhere close to Robert Downey Junior. Too much of that analogy? Sorry.

The Killers could so easily become one of those bands which sound like every other band (*cough* Coldplay) but there’s something so distinct about them. I think it’s a combination of Brendan Flower’s slightly flawed voice and their willingness to experiment with composition.

Simply put the album rocks. Go. Buy it. Now!

(Coming Soon – Brittney’s Circus. Really, I will listen to anything!)

Dido just released her third album Safe Trip Home following a 5 year absence since her last release in 2003, Life For Rent.

I got my hands on a copy on Monday and now I am sad. Not because Dido’s beautiful haunted voice made me so, but because the album kind of sucked. I don’t know, maybe I am in a happier place since her last album, but I found the whole thing far to sulky and dull.

The songs are pretty and simple and unadorned by the musical fluster that some artists throw in for the sake of it but the best thing I can say is that it’s a collection of nice little songs, none of which are dramatically different or fantastic.

Boo Urns!