Apparently this is all that is left of the original printing of my last album, “Choose Your Own Adventure”. Hard to believe 2,500 copies are out there. Granted many of them are piled in random distro depots collecting dust. 2006 seems like forever ago.
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Tuesday, September 8th, 2009Death Cab for Cutie Discography
Sunday, August 30th, 2009I don’t know why I feel compelled to write this. I’m not a music reviewer nor do people really care what I think about bands.
Yesterday I listened to Death Cab for Cutie’s entire discography while doing work on my computer. I encourage anyone to listen to their earliest records just to see what an interesting career this band has had. Something About Airplanes and We Have the Facts and We’re Voting Yes are two records filled with what, at that time, was the typical “indie rock” sound. Sad sounding instruments, tons of dissonance, and a relatively slow pace. It was some of the most depressing music I’ve heard at that point in my life. Still, there’s some honorable tracks and you can sense a genuine sense of art and expression (unlike later albums, I’m getting there).
My absolute favorite is The Photo Album which I feel is a real rock album. From start to finish, you get a sampling of DCFC’s best features. This might be where the majority of fans disagree with me, but DCFC is best as a ROCK BAND and not this slow, gentle, and dare I say pansy-ish romantic band. The Photo Album is filled with clever drums, soaring guitar melodies and lots of overdrive. It’s also sonically their best album (I don’t think Chris Walla is the best engineer… although his Nada Surf work is pretty impressive). Most of all, the lyrics are clever and biting but not “Wes Anderson” pseudo-hipster clever.
From there it’s a gradual slide into more produced sound with less heart and what I like to call “Young Professional Woman Trying to Hold Onto Her Creativeness” lyrics and music. I think Transatlantacism is great, but with some real weak spots and the beginning of Ben Gibbard’s slide into “gentle Ben” lacking any real genuine edge. “We Looked Like Giants” and “Tiny Bruises” still hold that rock feel that I grew to love about them.
After that, it just gets worse for me (granted, I’m speaking solely for me). Plans is a mess of muddy engineering and lyrics that sound like they came from the Project Manager at Apple standing in line at Starbucks because he’s too stupid to real local coffee places are better. People think DCFC’s new songs are “subtle” but they’re just quiet and boring. And actually they’re not subtle at all, they’re very direct. That drives me crazy when people say that. They’ve certainly went from a rock band to adult contemporary songwriters and “craftsman” if you will. I should point out that it’s completely valid to enjoy this band’s music at any stage. They’re a great band. But before you begin praising them at least recognize the difference between soulful rock music and pleasant sounding adult contemporary pop before you start pretending you’re this cool, hip, fan. It should be a red flag anytime you think you’re cool for liking a band anyways.
I want to see DCFC get hungry again. * end of rant *
Your Own Songs on Rockband?
Thursday, August 27th, 2009I actually never play guitar hero or rockband (I don’t own the system(s) for it). But my friend Alex sent this to me and it’s pretty crazy! Apparently you can create, download, and play your own rockband tracks online. I should do this so people can play “The Stalker Song” or “Waterford Girls” in Expert mode. Oh wait, my songs are insanely easy… Regardless, pretty cool idea.
Leaving Ohio Lyrics
Tuesday, August 4th, 2009I got to spend time with one of my favorite people/artists, Adam Triplett, this trip home. We talked about being on tour with music and what it meant to be a musician. That seems soooooo foreign to me now. I came home and found these lyrics in my journal from 2006, written as I was preparing to leave Ohio for Texas.
Lyrics:
If fortune said “yes” to me, I’d probably do a dance
And if you got next to me, I’d give you a chance
But we have to get out of here, you must understand
The place where we live is built on quicksand
Chorus:
Replace the word “Cannot” with “Choose Not To”
Replace this mess we’re in with something new
Don’t turn around, it’ll just pull you back
Just fill up the tank and “get ya a lil’ snack”
Only 1200 miles and we’re finally there
To be whatever we want, with whatever-length hair
















