I scraped some stuff off the hard drive - if my CDs weren't all in boxes there might be more commie punk or empty-pocket blues or whoknowswha - and fashioned it into a generous helping of whatever this is. Frenzy to concern to denial to, y'know, doom. Sort of, something like that. Maybe it's a narrative. Probably not.
It's not as difficult a listen as the first few tracks might imply; that's just to scare off the pussies. Some of it's too literal, some of it's barely applicable. Some of it's just embarrassing. Hard-Fi! In 2008! I know! All of it's available in this big throbbing zip file AND on the imeem playlist posted below.
(Only a select few MP3s are linked directly. Mandated cutbacks. I'll go through line by line!)
Whatever it is, it's not dance contest material. Those with shakier tailfeathers should slap their stuff together and go to that link before noon, October 1st. Holy crap, that's today.
Anyway:
(Zipped.)
The strikethrough up there is because Ms. Hanley, for some reason, left that rocker off her latest record. (You can buy Weaponize through her site.)
I wouldn't expect to hear it at her next New York date, either, because that would be part of A LETTERS TO CLEO REUNION. !!! December 11th, Bowery Ballroom. Tix not yet available. Dates in L.A. and Boston are on the band's myspace.
Not that anyone will have any money for anything by then.
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For the record, I love that you're man enough (blogger enough? anti-blogger
enough?) to post Lyle Lovett. Respect.