Joanna Newsom - Have One On Me (RIP blogs)

maximized assonance

i mean we've all seen the pictures. . .

bloggers really not coming off well itt

missing the halcyon days of real blogging rite now

douchetruck is golden

We're living in a time that's thirsty for artists like Californian singer/songwriter/harpist Joanna Newsom.

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If a blogger is hit over the head with a harp and nobody hears it...

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lol @ tapestry

wish there was a video of Devendra Banhart covering the Fleet Foxes dude covering Joanna Newsom

The sound of the song makes one feel something, obviously — if one has no reaction to her whinny-ing voice medieval-Cali-pop song style, one's cord is unplugged

seriously though, why can't people enjoy this woman's music without turning into insufferable pompous bags of fuck?

xp: what the holy hell

all of you who dislike JN's music are permanently broken

i'm not broken

i'm happy

Meanwhile, Seraphina L. at Beat Crave is celebrating Joanna Newsom's massive record sales.

if one has no reaction to her whinny-ing voice medieval-Cali-pop song style, one's cord is unplugged

I mean this isn't even a sentence yet it's dripping with more self-importance than a political intern

Que, your happiness is a delusion

Once that essential tincture is tasted, the character's long-distance gaze becomes a hard squint, and Newsom's frozen creek image more than a device to show nature being two things at once, but also significant in its relating of clarity and coldness.

if one has no reaction to her whinny-ing voice medieval-Cali-pop song style, one's cord is unplugged
part of the death panel legislation, right?

looooooooooooool

nothing has been getting me more furious lately than ppl claiming "good intentions paving co." is a "pop song" when all they mean is it has drums you can bob yr head to

The song is a monster, seven minutes long and compositionally interesting.

Would love to see an isolated singles review in another pub stop at describing a song as "compositionally interesting"

new flash guys: most music reviews are full of pompous gassbaggery

also assbaggery

a little bit of grabassery as well

new flash guys: most music reviews are full of pompous gassbaggery

Yeah this isn't actually true

Like not even Brent D's infamous Kid A review is as mind-melting as these things are.

oh come on

i feel like they're both on the same level

well big difference there is that brent d was ridiculous but he could actually write

I didn't say that most music reviews were GOOD, I said most of them don't contain sentences like "Once that essential tincture is tasted, the character's long-distance gaze becomes a hard squint, and Newsom's frozen creek image more than a device to show nature being two things at once, but also significant in its relating of clarity and coldness."

this guy doesn't even know the meaning of the words he's using

i guess lung collapsingly beautiful is kind of mind blowing

these unicorns are making me THIRSTY

Comparing unicorns to other animals is like comparing an aquarium to blue construction paper.

how the shitting fuck does that make any kind of god-damned sense

Never, ever begin a sentence with "We're living in a time…" It sounds like movie trailer voiceover man.

these UNICORNS are making me thirsty

"In a time thirsty for heroes, in a land without thesauruses, only one woman had the lyrics to make a difference. Coming to record stores this spring, the musical experience of a lifetime…"

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"... Sade's Soldier of Love."

as someone who's suffered two lung collapses, I will let you rest assured that there ain't the slightest hint of beauty in it

these unicorns are MAKING ME thirsty

Thread worth it for "douchetruck"

credit where it's due, "douchetruck" is some old-school livejournal shit, but i'd be happy if it took off here.

On a good day, usually in late autumn, Esme can find the mystical and magical unicorn prancing carelessly among the baby birch and maple trees of the Occidental forest. Esme, along with her cousin Bess, ties ribbon bows in her hair before venturing out in California fog among the jackrabbits to seek out these fabled creatures. They tiptoe easy through the forest, soft as chalk, among the whistles of the kingfisher and go long, far into the depths of the unicorns' habitat. If the unicorns seem to be in hiding, Esme and Bess play elegant games of hide and seek, counting "81... 82... 83...", up to one hundred before chasing each other in fits of laughter. When this childish game does not suffice, the pair pick flowers to place delicately in their hair. Esme says, "you and me Bess, we're the best of friends". Grinning, Bess agrees as she admires a lovely daisy. "This would look stunning in your hair Esme, have one on me", she says, and entwines it in Esme's flowing blonde locks. But on this particular day, storm clouds gather and the smiling forest animals scatter, realizing they have no provenance on this day of all days. Esme and Bess, sensing the oncoming rain, look to pick out the quickest route home but quickly realize they will have to pick their way through the roots and brambles. Because, despite their good intentions, paving company had yet to clear a path through this portion of the forest.

I have had a collapsed lung and I enjoy the music of Joanna Newsom very much. COINCIDetc.

i have had a collapsed blog and i never want to see her horrid face ever ever again

her face is not horrid, just her voice. she's quite smashable iirc

this is not about smash, this is about broken dreams

Hey certain ILXites: I call bullshit on your meh re the Jody Rosen article. I wonder if many of you even understand what actual, well-researched journalistic prose is, or how and why that NYT piece is exemplary. Don't wanna get personal, but, Jesus, I've read some of your...well, I don't wanna get personal.