It must have been a month or two ago when I first heard of Die Mannequin. Right after I heard of them, I actually heard them - the DJ announced their single Do It or Die and I was hooked from the first stuttering, coarsely-sung lyrics
D-d-do it or die!
The guitars are heavy and they grind like chainsaws. The rhythm is catchy and the lyrics simply drive me insane.
Between the first time I heard it and now, I never did hear it on the radio again. I just woke up one morning and - for some reason - those first lyrics were on my lips. I brought the video up on YouTube just to hear the song and I was blown away again. The song has been playing through my head over and over again for the last few days
Must be something in mind
Do it
Do it or die!
As far as Triple-Es go, this one is right up there as it has wrapped a firm grip around my mind and has given 'er hell for a few days on end. And givin'er... that's a plan right there.
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Dala, the darlings
TRIPLE-E ATTACK!
One of my newest favourites, Dala is an incredible duo. I saw them open for Matthew Good on his tour last fall and I've been hooked ever since.
Whenever I think of driving long distances across the prairies, this song creeps into my head. It's got such a solid beat, such a great melody. It just seems so cleansing...
Perhaps that's why I sometimes catch myself singing this one in the shower.
All the trees
Follow me
In single file
-- Dala - Anywhere Under the Moon
Sunday, February 24, 2008
So... I'm not the first
As it turns out, I'm not the first to document Euphonically Ecstatic Events.
I suppose I never really thought to myself, "Oh man, this idea of 'Triple-E's' is so awesome. I bet no one has come up with it before." Indeed, I'm not so full of myself.
However, I am glad for the company. Especially such beautiful and talented company as Sarah Slean. The following is an excerpt from her website's "Vitamins" page, which lists literary works, songs and other such art that have a significant thought-provoking or emotional impact on her.
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****
Such wonderful, stream-of-consciousness style prose. I love it. She is an incredible artist and a true treasure of the Canadian music industry.
I suppose I never really thought to myself, "Oh man, this idea of 'Triple-E's' is so awesome. I bet no one has come up with it before." Indeed, I'm not so full of myself.
However, I am glad for the company. Especially such beautiful and talented company as Sarah Slean. The following is an excerpt from her website's "Vitamins" page, which lists literary works, songs and other such art that have a significant thought-provoking or emotional impact on her.
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Hot Fuss by The Killers
I lose my mind when this record comes on, all tracks (that never happens)...i can't NOT dance.....it can't be loud enough.....the most incredible rock climax I have ever heard in "Mr. Brightside"....story of a guy imagining his woman going home with her "other" date... "she's touching his chest now, he takes off her dress......it's killing me" OH! agony. pound pound pound the kick drum, his ex getting laid, his fist on the table near an endless glass of scotch....pound pound pound.....slean in a dance trance..... soo good. damn.
Such wonderful, stream-of-consciousness style prose. I love it. She is an incredible artist and a true treasure of the Canadian music industry.
Monday, February 11, 2008
A Concert, a Long Wait and a Flight
Alright my friends! It has been long since I last made a post up in this maw and it has been even longer since I recounted any emotionally intense aural sensations!
This last week was incredibly insane as I will describe in a blog post at another time, but for now, I will say this:
Collective Soul kept me up late and caused me to be quite dazed throughout the following morning, during which I flew to Ottawa.
I will work in reverse chronological order!
A Flight!
Neil Young - Down By the River
Ah yes, Neil Young. While perusing the selection of digital music in the in-flight entertainment library aboard my flight, I came across practically nothing of any interest. Except, of course, for Neil Young's Greatest Hits. Neil is the hammer. That's all there is to it.
However, I don't know what it was that got me so into the song on this particular listen. But there I was, crammed in my seat despite the fact I had stowed most of my "prairie-winter-worthy" clothes in the overhead compartment, and I was letting every single note of that guitar solo sink into my skin.
On a Plane!
Matthew Good - Champions of Nothing
After a month and a half of not having seen her, I was only hours away from seeing Jessica again. I was past security in the airport, waiting to board my flight... The weight of all those weeks still holding me down. I think that the lyrics in this song will always haunt me when I hear them. At least, they will if I am paying attention.
When Hollywood runs out of Indians
Only the Indians will know
A kick in the head
Pass it around
Beggin' for a bed
Pass it around
As haunting as the lyrics are, though, I find that there is something triumphant about this song. I can't quite put my finger on it. There's just a sound to it that seems relentless, determined. The title is very fitting in that way.
The song ended. The boarding call was made. I did not drag my feet.
A Concert!
Collective Soul - Shine
I have wanted to see Collective Soul ever since I first heard the rockin' riffs of Gel on the radio. Their self-titled album was the first CD that I ever bought. I've since lost that CD, but in the time I had it, I listened to it enough to have remembered practically all of the lyrics to it. Along the way, I also heard a lot of their other stuff, though I sort of lost track of them after they released Seven Year Itch.
Having lost track of them, I had no idea that they were coming to town until a mere five days before their show. I hastily called up SFO and we procured tickets. It was an incredible show. They destroyed the place with their incredible energy, their smooth stage performance that only years in the business can bring. December, Gel, World I Know, Heavy, Why Pt. II... they were all there. But Shine didn't join them until the bitter-hammer end of the encore.
All I must say is this: Shine did exactly that. The Edmonton Event Centre shook as those Post-Grunge rockers pounded the place. It defies words. It really does.
This last week was incredibly insane as I will describe in a blog post at another time, but for now, I will say this:
Collective Soul kept me up late and caused me to be quite dazed throughout the following morning, during which I flew to Ottawa.
I will work in reverse chronological order!
A Flight!
Neil Young - Down By the River
Ah yes, Neil Young. While perusing the selection of digital music in the in-flight entertainment library aboard my flight, I came across practically nothing of any interest. Except, of course, for Neil Young's Greatest Hits. Neil is the hammer. That's all there is to it.
However, I don't know what it was that got me so into the song on this particular listen. But there I was, crammed in my seat despite the fact I had stowed most of my "prairie-winter-worthy" clothes in the overhead compartment, and I was letting every single note of that guitar solo sink into my skin.
On a Plane!
Matthew Good - Champions of Nothing
After a month and a half of not having seen her, I was only hours away from seeing Jessica again. I was past security in the airport, waiting to board my flight... The weight of all those weeks still holding me down. I think that the lyrics in this song will always haunt me when I hear them. At least, they will if I am paying attention.
When Hollywood runs out of Indians
Only the Indians will know
A kick in the head
Pass it around
Beggin' for a bed
Pass it around
As haunting as the lyrics are, though, I find that there is something triumphant about this song. I can't quite put my finger on it. There's just a sound to it that seems relentless, determined. The title is very fitting in that way.
The song ended. The boarding call was made. I did not drag my feet.
A Concert!
Collective Soul - Shine
I have wanted to see Collective Soul ever since I first heard the rockin' riffs of Gel on the radio. Their self-titled album was the first CD that I ever bought. I've since lost that CD, but in the time I had it, I listened to it enough to have remembered practically all of the lyrics to it. Along the way, I also heard a lot of their other stuff, though I sort of lost track of them after they released Seven Year Itch.
Having lost track of them, I had no idea that they were coming to town until a mere five days before their show. I hastily called up SFO and we procured tickets. It was an incredible show. They destroyed the place with their incredible energy, their smooth stage performance that only years in the business can bring. December, Gel, World I Know, Heavy, Why Pt. II... they were all there. But Shine didn't join them until the bitter-hammer end of the encore.
All I must say is this: Shine did exactly that. The Edmonton Event Centre shook as those Post-Grunge rockers pounded the place. It defies words. It really does.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Nineteen Eighty-four
I recently finished reading what is quite possibly the greatest book that I've read up to this point in my life. Orson Welles' Nineteen Eighty-Four was spectacular. The thing I found most remarkable is how so many other things that I've recently taken in have somehow synergized with the message in that story. It's given me pause to think a little bit longer about an awful lot of stuff that I read and watch and hear...
After having finished reading Nineteen Eighty-four, one of the things which seems to have had an amplified impact on me is the song "God Bless the Canadian Housewife" by SheDaisy.
Just before the end of Part II of the story, the protagonist, Winston, is looking out his window at a woman who is described as being "a metre across", her skin roughened by years of household work and child-rearing. She pins clothes up to dry as she hums a pleasant tune over and over again... She does not have a conventional "prettiness" about her.
And yet Winston remarks that she is beautiful. Indeed, his reason for finding her beautiful is likely because he feels that she has a bit of freedom that he cannot have. She is below the suspicions of the Party, yet somehow above being oppressed. But in her freedom, she chooses to - I can imagine - live a life of love, caring for her children. Indeed, in love there is a very intense sort of freedom.
Now, I had just finished the book, and the images in this scene were still freshly rolling about in my noggin when "God Bless the Canadian Housewife" came positively pouring out of the speakers in our car.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the latest Triple-E. The vocals in "God Bless the Canadian Housewife" are nothing short of heavenly, and the lyrics, while tongue-in-cheek, strike me sharply. How beautiful it truly is to be a housewife. The elegance in organization, the grace in balance, the wonder in compassion... It is amazing.
God Bless the Canadian Housewife
How she does it all I'll never know
And yet, beneath this admiration for women who would be considered housewives, I cannot help but feel that there is something more to my admiration of the song. Something more deeply moving that I cannot quite comprehend or verbalize.
Regardless, the song is fantastic!
After having finished reading Nineteen Eighty-four, one of the things which seems to have had an amplified impact on me is the song "God Bless the Canadian Housewife" by SheDaisy.
Just before the end of Part II of the story, the protagonist, Winston, is looking out his window at a woman who is described as being "a metre across", her skin roughened by years of household work and child-rearing. She pins clothes up to dry as she hums a pleasant tune over and over again... She does not have a conventional "prettiness" about her.
And yet Winston remarks that she is beautiful. Indeed, his reason for finding her beautiful is likely because he feels that she has a bit of freedom that he cannot have. She is below the suspicions of the Party, yet somehow above being oppressed. But in her freedom, she chooses to - I can imagine - live a life of love, caring for her children. Indeed, in love there is a very intense sort of freedom.
Now, I had just finished the book, and the images in this scene were still freshly rolling about in my noggin when "God Bless the Canadian Housewife" came positively pouring out of the speakers in our car.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the latest Triple-E. The vocals in "God Bless the Canadian Housewife" are nothing short of heavenly, and the lyrics, while tongue-in-cheek, strike me sharply. How beautiful it truly is to be a housewife. The elegance in organization, the grace in balance, the wonder in compassion... It is amazing.
God Bless the Canadian Housewife
How she does it all I'll never know
And yet, beneath this admiration for women who would be considered housewives, I cannot help but feel that there is something more to my admiration of the song. Something more deeply moving that I cannot quite comprehend or verbalize.
Regardless, the song is fantastic!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Music makes the people...
Achieve orgasm?
Ok, maybe not really, but that's the term my friend Sean used when I we had a conversation about tunes a little while back.
"Was it a music orgasm?" he said.
"Yeah, I guess it was. But not compared to this one other song..."
It appears I have these more often than I had realized before Sean coined the term. So, I've decided to keep a running list of my various Euphonically Ecstatic Events, or "Triple-E"s, if you will. These are not to be confused with the Libyan city of Tripoli. I am not likely to discuss Tripoli, but in the event that I do, you'll have the comfort of being able to see what I'm saying.
The glory of the written word. And so on.
One thing to note about this: any particular Triple-E is due to a combination of my mood at the time; the sort of activity that I was performing at the time; and, of course, the particular song. Can't have a music orgasm without some tunes, eh?
"Triple-E"s in recent memory:
1. Paramore - Misery Business
- When this one surprises me on the radio while I'm driving, I usually amaze myself with my ability to stay out of the ditch.
2. Matthew Good - Born Losers
- The other night, I heard this one on the radio while coming home and it brought a tear or two to the ol' peepers. I say peepers because I am certain it helps me to retain my manly reputation even after admitting that I cried to a song.
3. Darude - Sandstorm
- I pretty much went berserk when this one came on at - that's right - the company Christmas party. However, given the atmosphere at the time and the abundance of great people, beer and good food, I cannot rightfully attribute the entire Triple-E to this song.
More to come*, I'm sure.
*Wah-wah.
Ok, maybe not really, but that's the term my friend Sean used when I we had a conversation about tunes a little while back.
"Was it a music orgasm?" he said.
"Yeah, I guess it was. But not compared to this one other song..."
It appears I have these more often than I had realized before Sean coined the term. So, I've decided to keep a running list of my various Euphonically Ecstatic Events, or "Triple-E"s, if you will. These are not to be confused with the Libyan city of Tripoli. I am not likely to discuss Tripoli, but in the event that I do, you'll have the comfort of being able to see what I'm saying.
The glory of the written word. And so on.
One thing to note about this: any particular Triple-E is due to a combination of my mood at the time; the sort of activity that I was performing at the time; and, of course, the particular song. Can't have a music orgasm without some tunes, eh?
"Triple-E"s in recent memory:
1. Paramore - Misery Business
- When this one surprises me on the radio while I'm driving, I usually amaze myself with my ability to stay out of the ditch.
2. Matthew Good - Born Losers
- The other night, I heard this one on the radio while coming home and it brought a tear or two to the ol' peepers. I say peepers because I am certain it helps me to retain my manly reputation even after admitting that I cried to a song.
3. Darude - Sandstorm
- I pretty much went berserk when this one came on at - that's right - the company Christmas party. However, given the atmosphere at the time and the abundance of great people, beer and good food, I cannot rightfully attribute the entire Triple-E to this song.
More to come*, I'm sure.
*Wah-wah.
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