It’s St. Patrick’s Day so I should probably pick an Irish band or a song with green in the title or something cutesy like that… but no. I wish I found the next big hit or the next big band, but I’m not that hip. I found The Shins along with everyone else (right before I had my heart ripped out by Garden State). For over a decade they’ve made stellar music. “Port of Morrow”, the latest disk (five years since their last “Wincing the Night Away”) is due out this Tuesday. From what I’ve heard so far, it’s gonna live up to the hype and then some. Be prepared. I got to see an impeccable performance from James Mercer last month. Stunning vocals, simply stunning.
So my song choice may not be original or chic or edgy but fuck it’s a good song… (and the video is funny as hell):
“Simple Song” by The Shins: If ever there were a happy song to make you feel sad, this is it. It’s just so damn lovely. I want to live in it. Mercer fully admits that his happy song storytelling is owed to finding the love of his life and the subsequent creation of their family. *Insert me obnoxiously saying “awwwwww” here* Unabashedly celebrating the wonder and surreal nature of love, well it might make me a sap, but I dig it.
“My life in an upturned boat,
Marooned on a cliff.
You brought me a great big flood,
And you gave me a lift.
Girl, what a gift.”
Summation of Sounds
I skipped last Saturday as I was in the middle of three shows in three days and enjoying the fuck outta life. In case you missed what I’ve been up to… here’s some snippets (what a dumb word):
How Music Has Shaped My Life Part 2: Give This Song Another Listen: In which I get way to personal and probably alienate half of my readers. Farewell to all two of you.
Come On and Dance: The Silent Comedy, Dead Feather Moon, and The Howls at Belly Up Tavern: In which every band could headline but instead create a supernova of sound and try to melt my face.
Banging Down Your Door: The Spells and The Filthy Violets at The Whistle Stop Bar: In which I find two more San Diego bands to follow around the city. I have a crush on everyone in The Spells, including the female keyboardist. My crushes are equal opportunist and not relegated to people, her keyboard was sexy too. Don’t judge me.
Shout ‘Til My Heart’s Content: The Heavy Guilt at The Casbah: In which tall boy PBR’s try to get the best of me but I triumph and dance in the front row to the delight of few and the chagrin of many.
Chris Cantore Exits KPRi, Moves to UT San Diego: In which I write about something that has nothing to do with me other than I love Cantore and was hoping to start my day with him every morning. I mean if he were a morning DJ again. Yeah,that’s what I mean.