Sun 13 May – Bright Eyes, Oakley Hall, McCarthy Trenching

The Calendar Hung Itself…

an american boy who needs open road
to think and sing and laugh and scream
the lyrics of bands he will see one day
on a concert stage in streaming light
but not the night he is hardly breathing
a voice into the air. for hands
to scrape solar blades, that would be
the day when no light pokes through
glass windowpanes and cause a pain
for eyes to squint at the hills that pass
by like notes between fingers in stuffy
hallway mazes. the warrens are growing
their towers as roses in a garden, but
they are hardly anything…

I think we all know what I mean.

YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY?!

Dear Red Hunter of Peter and the Wolf
I've come to inquire about a shirt,
One that is filled with love and dragons,
One that would never cause hurt.

I saw it posted on the merch booth
At the Grizzly Bear concert long ago,
(Well, about a week, to tell the truth)
And you would not let it go.

So I'm wondering if you can recreate
A similar design to that dear shirt,
One that is filled with love and dragons,
One that would never cause hurt.

-ryan murphy

(i hope whoever reads this is not a robot)

March to the top, and hold a glass near the whistling kettle. Make sure the steaming water falls clear to the bottom, pooling in bursting bubbles that reflect the contours of all those cast aside in the pale rays of the setting moonlight. I've tried to drive all the gears into the ocean, hoping a pile of rubble could somehow form the overcoats for us to get lost in, but plains are hard to tackle down when the corporate fences shed their shadows over ever single blade of grass.

Peter and the Wolf is wonderful folk music. It is soft…

Luck is a marker dancing on my balcony door.
It's so hard to look back like the world was a kaleidoscope.
I'll check the temperature and change my appearance,
Check the floorboards and make sure nobody is below;
The underground is always more intriguing,
Maybe even boring, but all the organs are still there.

It is almost the end of something,
The start of the finale.
Combing my hair like tomorrow really gives a damn–
Just suits, and ties to hang ourselves from in cubicle space.
I hope there is still a trace of this place
When everything else has…

Sat 17 Feb – Oh No! Oh My!, Evangelicals, White Denim, Abby Birds

Oh No! Oh My! doesn't have a pretentious stage performance; they don't try to evoke epileptic seizures with an ongoing strobe lights, or dress in eccentric clothing as if they just left the Austin fashion runway. Instead, they please the audience with their intimacy, with their ability to make everyone around feel apart of their band. They sing songs that are light-hearted and fun, stretching out on ideas and themes that many people can access without the music being trite–okay, so they make wonderful pop music.

The…

I was sitting in Robert's dorm while placing music on Katelyn's iPod and thinking about music. Thinking about how certain bands are more enjoyable than others. Some singers are impersonal, droning, and too generic. I like when they are piercing with emotion, regardless of the quality, positive, negative, indifferent (sort of oxymoronic). Some music is too similar, it blends as a big garbled song that shows no variety. I like when the instrumentalists can maintain a general sound but keep diversity in the song structure.

When listening to the last part of You Can Play These Songs With Chords, it is almost like the music from the mid-90s in Northwestern America can be felt. Each somber and softly played melody infuses
with glowing imagery of rooms where the sunlight breaks through dusty blinds, where nothing inside seems completely concrete and all the possible details of life are saturated from the intruding beams.

"Wait" is different, it is the sort of cheery flow that seems almost surreal when placed with the other songs. It is more upbeat, and expresses human interaction; how everyone to a certain…