The Queen of Yuppie Brooklyn singing about seeing you in the light of the morning. It’s OK, that was just your heart skipping a beat:
I want to see you with the light in the morning
Theres never been such a beautiful warning to me, to me
Why dont we just sit and stare and do nothing?
Nothing at all for a while, I like the way you smile
I could be your state and I could be your nation
It doesnt get better than home, now does it?
Doesnt get better than home, now does it?
That would be Zooey Deschanel, the “She” of She & Him. M. Ward provides the countrified guitar, and it all lands delightfully throughout Volume Two, their latest album. This one’s “Home”:
It’s always greener:
Talking like a jerk
Except you are an actual jerk
And living proof that sometimes friends are mean
Present company expect it
Just laugh it off
It’s better than it seems
A whole story there, from James Murphy, of LCD Soundsystem. It’s called Dance Yrself Clean:
They didn’t play it the other night at Terminal 5, when I was in the audience. Regardless, the band puts on the most tightly-produced show I’ve seen in ages. Worth every penny.
Sometimes, all you need’s a dude and a guitar. Kristian Matsson, of Sweden, who goes by the silly name above, is just such a dude:
The whole album’s much like this, and it’s refreshing for being simple. As for the song, dude with a guitar still needs a girl, and having that girl will get him a long way:
I never knew I was a lover,
Just cause I steal the things you hide,
Just cause I focus while we’re dancing,
Just cause I offered you a ride.
Still I am not from Barcelona,
I am not even from Madrid.
I am a native of the North Pole
And that can mess up any kid.
Well if you could reinvent my name,
well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.
Broken Social Scene is back with a new album, so in their honor, we go back to 2002:
That’s “Anthems for a Seventeen Year Old Girl,” which says it all. I imagine this is what’s going on in my own teenage sister’s brain:
Used to be the one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you’re all gone, got your make-up on
And you’re not coming back
Bleachin’ your teeth, smiling flash
Talking trash, under your breath
Bleachin’ your teeth, smiling flash
Talking trash, under my window
Park that car, drop that phone,
Sleep on the floor, dream about me
For these trying economic times, we go back to 1957 with The Silhouettes:
Every morning about this time
she get me out of my bed
a-crying get a job.
After breakfast, everyday,
she throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say,
Get a job
One of doo-wop’s finest, here:
Count me among those who found Joanna Newsom’s voice to be more akin to a screeching 13-year old girl’s than anything I would actually want to listen to. I’m coming around, OK. This is “Good Intentions Paving Company”:
Grandpa always said the road to hell was paved with good intentions. So is the road to a breakup, apparently:
And I did not mean to shout, just drive
Just get us out, dead or alive
A road too long to mention, lord, it’s something to see!
Laid down by the good intentions paving company
All the way to the thing we’ve been playing at, darlin’
I can see that you’re wearing your staying hat, darlin’
For the time being all is well
Won’t you love me a spell?
Banksy is the most famous street artist in the world. He’s a filmmaker now, and his new documentary is a surprising joy:
You’ll notice the jumpy British ode to the night that opens that five minute sneak peek. It’s by Richard Hawley, and he’s trying to convince a gal to hang out with him all night:
Do you know why
you got feelings in your heart
Don’t let fear of feeling fool you
What you see sets you apart
And there’s nothing here to bind you
It’s no way for life to start
Do you know that tonight the streets are ours?