The sun is gonna burn into a cinder before we ever pass this way again

A wonderful time with her this weekend...the long-awaited meeting. Left it with a somewhat topical song humming in my mind....Dylan's "Girl From the North Country." But that one is too sad and retrospective. Not exactly first-date song material.

Instead, here's another song that I played on the drive home, and it sort of fits, too. At least it's sung in the future tense. Whether I am the horse, or the reckless man, or not a party to the song at all...only time will tell. We've only hummed the first bar or two.

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--> Silver Stallion, Cat Power

I am vanishing into the trees

I have no idea about the conscious intent of this song ("All I can see are dolphins, I feel close to them?"), but I can tell you what it's for: For running on a treadmill at the health club watching yourself in the mirror. Tell me you have ever run so fucking fast!

Buy the album, win the marathon. (If it's later declared a banned substance, don't blame me.)

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--> Prime, Marnie Stern

And we slept as the storm died down

I was on the couch tonight chatting, and this song came on and just sort of caught my attention for a second. It's one of those that's perfect for the emotionally climactic scene of a movie...and my Germanic-melodramatic sense has room enough for thousands of those. I had to post it here.

I'm thinking about posting future tracks as 30-second excerpts...that's permissible under Fair Use, as I understand it. I would have done that here, but I think it's unfair to the song. If you like it, consider buying the CD. I did.

I had no idea Sigur Ros actually sang intelligible lyrics. I thought it was all gobbeldy-gook. But I found a translation here. No idea if it's accurate or not.

As long as I'm giving credit and promoting commercialism in these troubled times, I might as well point out the illustration above is lifted from shirt.woot (I'm too lazy right now to prowl the archives to give proper credit to the artist...apologies), which is a fun site to visit — those write-ups on woot are always a hoot — and I would even encourage anyone to join the mailing list. They only send out, like, four messages a year, so it's not like they'll bury you in spam or anything, and those are funny, too. I've bought three shirts, including the one with the design shown above.

It's fun to be back music-blogging!

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--> Fljótavík, Sigur Ros