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Mr. Que, Thursday, 15 March 2007 14:15 (eighteen years ago)

Two books enter! One book leaves!”

The Lay of the Land, the newest addition to the vaunted literary career of Maine resident Richard Ford, wiped the clinging dust from his book jacket and leered into the large, domed cage that separated himself from his destiny. Across the sand floor, on the opposite side of the cage, he could make out the form of his opponent, English, August by Uppamanyu Chatterjee. He looked tired, old. Christ, thought The Lay of the Land, he was originally published in ‘88! Reprinted this year in a new translation, sure, but could his prose be a match to Ford’s taut, masculine-yet-introspective saga of an aging New Jersey real estate agent looking down the barrel at his own mortality? The Lay of the Land thought not, but, in the end, it was the crowd’s decision. He looked up at the teeming hordes clambering up the walls of the cage, shouting for blood. Damn, he thought, looks like the Book Review offices let out early today.

“Two books enter! One book leaves!” This refrain, originally shouted by a hirsute dwarf in shoulder pads standing in the center of the cage, was now taken up by the crowd. The sound was deafening.

“You’re mine, Ford!” shouted English, August from across the cage, “Your little New Jersey pastoral is going to appear quaint next to my acerbic, comic look at modern Indian life.” He spat in the sand and added, “I’m like the fucking Indian Kafka!” The crowd erupted in boos and cheers.

It was true. Maybe The Lay of the Land’s time had come. Maybe it was time for shorter, funnier, and more globally minded books to take the spotlight. Maybe the Great American Novel was a thing of the past. He adjusted his book jacket and looked down at his middle. Shit, he thought, at least I’ve got sheer girth on him. And he’s only available in paperback.

Before he had a chance to ruminate any more, the gate to the cage snapped open and he was shoved into the middle of the dome. English, August was there, seething through his jacket-blurbs, as a dwarf suited him within his harness. A large woman in a headdress did the same for The Lay of the Land. “Make sure it’s tight,” he said, “Got a lot of dense prose in here.” He shot a glance at English, August to make sure he was listening.

“Begin!” shouted the dwarf. With a loud snap, the two books were shot into the air by the power of the elastic cables that attached their harnesses to the ceiling of the dome. A large wooden mallet, loosely attached to the cage, lay within easy grasp of The Lay of the Land as he was vaulted through the air. He grabbed it and nimbly landed on the floor of the dome. He looked across the floor and frowned; English, August was holding a chainsaw. Things were not looking good.

“You were made of sawdust,” shouted his opponent, “And to sawdust you will return!” English, August charged The Lay of the Land, chainsaw growling. The Lay of the Land leapt aside and felt the teeth of the chainsaw nip at his boards. English, August had not expected him to be so nimble and was thrown off balance by the weight of the chainsaw. With a swift motion, The Lay of the Land had English, August on his back cover.

“Sawdust, huh?” sneered The Lay of the Land. And down came the mallet.

A hush fell over the crowd. Bits of torn paper fluttered through the dusty air. The dwarf walked slowly to center of the dome and nodded at The Lay of the Land. He turned and intoned to the awaiting crowd: “By dint of the fact that The Lay of the Land held a Stronger Grasp on its Reader with its parcelled observations of What It Is To Be American (as well as Celebrating the Dysfunctions of American Family) regardless of the fact that the reader had not read either Two Frank Bascombe Books and Could’ve Cared Less About Real Estate in New Jersey, I declare The Lay of the Land to be the Victor in this Thunderdome Match—over English, August, which, while being surprisingly Funny, seemed lacking in Depth and a certain Vitality in the Writing next to the Observant and Character-driven Prose of Richard Ford.”

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Mr. Que, Thursday, 15 March 2007 14:16 (eighteen years ago)

http://www.themorningnews.org/tob/Round1Match6.php

Love this new code, y'all!

Mr. Que, Thursday, 15 March 2007 14:16 (eighteen years ago)

“Two books enter! One book leaves!”

The Lay of the Land, the newest addition to the vaunted literary career of Maine resident Richard Ford, wiped the clinging dust from his book jacket and leered into the large, domed cage that separated himself from his destiny. Across the sand floor, on the opposite side of the cage, he could make out the form of his opponent, English, August by Uppamanyu Chatterjee. He looked tired, old. Christ, thought The Lay of the Land, he was originally published in ‘88! Reprinted this year in a new translation, sure, but could his prose be a match to Ford’s taut, masculine-yet-introspective saga of an aging New Jersey real estate agent looking down the barrel at his own mortality? The Lay of the Land thought not, but, in the end, it was the crowd’s decision. He looked up at the teeming hordes clambering up the walls of the cage, shouting for blood. Damn, he thought, looks like the Book Review offices let out early today.

“Two books enter! One book leaves!” This refrain, originally shouted by a hirsute dwarf in shoulder pads standing in the center of the cage, was now taken up by the crowd. The sound was deafening.

“You’re mine, Ford!” shouted English, August from across the cage, “Your little New Jersey pastoral is going to appear quaint next to my acerbic, comic look at modern Indian life.” He spat in the sand and added, “I’m like the fucking Indian Kafka!” The crowd erupted in boos and cheers.

It was true. Maybe The Lay of the Land’s time had come. Maybe it was time for shorter, funnier, and more globally minded books to take the spotlight. Maybe the Great American Novel was a thing of the past. He adjusted his book jacket and looked down at his middle. Shit, he thought, at least I’ve got sheer girth on him. And he’s only available in paperback.

Before he had a chance to ruminate any more, the gate to the cage snapped open and he was shoved into the middle of the dome. English, August was there, seething through his jacket-blurbs, as a dwarf suited him within his harness. A large woman in a headdress did the same for The Lay of the Land. “Make sure it’s tight,” he said, “Got a lot of dense prose in here.” He shot a glance at English, August to make sure he was listening.

“Begin!” shouted the dwarf. With a loud snap, the two books were shot into the air by the power of the elastic cables that attached their harnesses to the ceiling of the dome. A large wooden mallet, loosely attached to the cage, lay within easy grasp of The Lay of the Land as he was vaulted through the air. He grabbed it and nimbly landed on the floor of the dome. He looked across the floor and frowned; English, August was holding a chainsaw. Things were not looking good.

“You were made of sawdust,” shouted his opponent, “And to sawdust you will return!” English, August charged The Lay of the Land, chainsaw growling. The Lay of the Land leapt aside and felt the teeth of the chainsaw nip at his boards. English, August had not expected him to be so nimble and was thrown off balance by the weight of the chainsaw. With a swift motion, The Lay of the Land had English, August on his back cover.

“Sawdust, huh?” sneered The Lay of the Land. And down came the mallet.

A hush fell over the crowd. Bits of torn paper fluttered through the dusty air. The dwarf walked slowly to center of the dome and nodded at The Lay of the Land. He turned and intoned to the awaiting crowd: “By dint of the fact that The Lay of the Land held a Stronger Grasp on its Reader with its parcelled observations of What It Is To Be American (as well as Celebrating the Dysfunctions of American Family) regardless of the fact that the reader had not read either Two Frank Bascombe Books and Could’ve Cared Less About Real Estate in New Jersey, I declare The Lay of the Land to be the Victor in this Thunderdome M€atch—over English, August, which, while being surprisingly Funny, seemed lacking in Depth and a certain Vitality in the Writing next to the Observant and Character-driven Prose of Richard Ford.”

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Hurting 2, Thursday, 15 March 2007 14:49 (eighteen years ago)

That's pretty funny. It reads exactly like Colin Meloy sounds. I don't know that he's going to win any cage matches, against Richard Ford, Dorothy Parker, whomever, but at least he has the courage of his overblowm, overprecious convictions.

Vornado, Friday, 16 March 2007 13:19 (eighteen years ago)

two years pass...

Dear Colin Meloy,

Stop.

http://www.decemberists.com/assets/images/packshots/Colin_Meloy_Sings_Sam_Cooke.jpg

eight woofers in the trunk sb'n down the block (M@tt He1ges0n), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:14 (sixteen years ago)

tee hee

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:17 (sixteen years ago)

that's a joek, right?

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:18 (sixteen years ago)

omg it is not a joke

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:18 (sixteen years ago)

it's very real. >:(

eight woofers in the trunk sb'n down the block (M@tt He1ges0n), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:19 (sixteen years ago)

i'm going to pretend it is a joke

jazzgasms (Mr. Que), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:19 (sixteen years ago)

Colin Meloy Sings Sam Cooke is a tour-only EP by Colin Meloy, lead singer of The Decemberists. It is the third in a series of EPs featuring covers of influential artists, which includes works of Morrissey (Colin Meloy Sings Morrissey) and Shirley Collins (Colin Meloy Sings Shirley Collins).

eight woofers in the trunk sb'n down the block (M@tt He1ges0n), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:19 (sixteen years ago)

no it isn't

jazzgasms (Mr. Que), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:20 (sixteen years ago)

what fucking gall

goole, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:20 (sixteen years ago)

haha, well if it's a tour-only EP, then let him have his fun, I guess. JUST KEEP IT FROM MY EARS. (and I don't even hate the Decemberists that much)

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:23 (sixteen years ago)

i'm afraid i don't want to let colin meloy have his fun.

eight woofers in the trunk sb'n down the block (M@tt He1ges0n), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:27 (sixteen years ago)

Dear Coling Melloy--

Please stay away from Robyn Hitchcock. You are tainting him by association. You may engage Robyn as opening act, but you shall at all times remain at least fifty (50) meters from Mr. Hitchcock and you shall not provide any 'backing vocals', 'harmony vox', or anything that might be construed thereof, on his record albums. Yrs & c.

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:28 (sixteen years ago)

hahahahaha where did you get that login name from jon????

eight woofers in the trunk sb'n down the block (M@tt He1ges0n), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:29 (sixteen years ago)

haha holy shit

goole, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:31 (sixteen years ago)

Friends immediately alerted me to the cougar sightings via email b/c my mom lives in vadnais. My mom seems confident she will prevail against any alpha predator.

Will be coming for my xmas visit in late January this year b/c I ran out of vacation days ;_;

But that means I get to be there for the winter carnival :D

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:34 (sixteen years ago)

oh it's ok if Meloy talks up Hitchcock, he deserves it. What was irritating was stumbling across a fan review of Robyn opening for the Decemberists that was basically "lolz old english dude get off the stage" ... >:|

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:39 (sixteen years ago)

Wow. Would stab.

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:40 (sixteen years ago)

i don't want to be one of those guys who gets pissed abt stuff like this but come the fuck on colin meloy

call all destroyer, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:40 (sixteen years ago)

oh you mean an actual cougar!!

goole, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:41 (sixteen years ago)

http://www.brooklynvegan.com/img/music/colinmoz.jpg

mottdeterre, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:41 (sixteen years ago)

http://www.informatik.uni-hamburg.de/~zierke/shirley.collins/images/largerec/colinmeloysingstradarrshirleycollins.jpg
I hate an incomplete set!

mottdeterre, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:42 (sixteen years ago)

I acually like the drawings on those last two.

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:43 (sixteen years ago)

hate this guy. kinda hate him even more for desecrating Sam Cooke

a triumph in high-tech nipple obfuscation (Shakey Mo Collier), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:43 (sixteen years ago)

I believe his (ex?) girlfriend did them.

mottdeterre, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:44 (sixteen years ago)

[removed illegal covers recs]

cozwn, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:44 (sixteen years ago)

http://images.theage.com.au/2009/10/25/811968/story_morrissey-420x0.jpg
Morrissey reacts to the news of Meloy cover albums

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:50 (sixteen years ago)

wtf meloy, sez sam cooke
http://www.kalamu.com/bol/wp-content/content/images/sam%20cooke%2007.jpg

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:51 (sixteen years ago)

Who is his ex gf? Probably some portland cartoonist I know...?

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:52 (sixteen years ago)

give me a break, sez shirley collins
http://www.safpublishing.com/store/pages/html/shirley_collins.jpg

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:53 (sixteen years ago)

chris ott will review these EPs by stalking colin meloy's (ex?) gf

you are wrong I'm bone thugs in harmon (omar little), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:56 (sixteen years ago)

Colin Meloy Sings The Ex

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:58 (sixteen years ago)

Colin Meloy Dies, Via Guillotine, after singing a song about a young French Guillotine Artist

jazzgasms (Mr. Que), Thursday, 10 December 2009 19:59 (sixteen years ago)

Dear Colin Meloy,

Your 33 1/3 was by far the worst book in the series that I've read, and I regret giving you the benefit of the doubt that a book about a great Replacements album would be readable and interesting even if it was written by a semi-famous guy whose music I have no interest in.

some dude, Thursday, 10 December 2009 20:14 (sixteen years ago)

Okay, I'm as loathe as anyone to imagine how this sounds, just because the two men's voices work so differently (you can't much bleat or honk doing Cooke, unless you're Amy Winehouse), but good lord y'all are on some weird knee-jerking here: the guy routinely sells EPs on tour of himself playing covers on acoustic guitar, and you're mad because this time he chooses an artist whose songs are basically bedrock American pop-music standards? songs sung by basically everyone? from karaoke to open-mic night to wedding singers to professionals of a wide variety of genres? Maybe you guys have a different relationship with Sam Cooke's music than I do, but to me this is like singing Beatles covers or Broadway favorites or Elvis or Chuck Berry or whatever -- the same well of basic American songwriting that's sort of casually open to everyone.

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 20:59 (sixteen years ago)

you are colin meloy and I claim my five dollars

super sexy psycho fantasy world (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:06 (sixteen years ago)

(If you're stuck on the notion of "soul singer" / "not soul singer," think of the number of Cooke's pop hits where the singing, in today's context, is pretty accessible to everyone -- I think just about anyone who sings any variety of pop can take a decent pass at "Twisting the Night Away" or something, even if I don't particularly want to hear Meloy try.)

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:07 (sixteen years ago)

xpost - hahaha I think I'm mostly just worried some sort of filter is making it say "Sam Cooke" for me when to everyone else it says "James Brown"

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:09 (sixteen years ago)

my hatred is pretty simple

Sam Cooke has an amazing voice, one of the best voices ever. his phrasing, his *woahs,* the scratchiness of his voice--everything. when I think of the song Cupid, I, like many other people, think of Sam Cooke and Sam Cooke alone. same with about ten of his other songs. it's all the voice, and his voice is the best.

Colin Meloy voice sounds like a bleating sheep, and his band is lame. The band is lame part doesn't matter as much as the bleating part.

sure the songs are standards. that really has nothing to do with it, though.

jazzgasms (Mr. Que), Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:17 (sixteen years ago)

well I agree with you that Meloy's voice seems like an odd fit for Cooke songs.

I'd note, though, that there are a pretty good number of people in the world who think of "Cupid" and think of Johnny Nash, or the Spinners, or even Winehouse. I dunno, I think it's that "desecrating" line above that gets me -- like everyone on the planet can sing a shitty version of "Yesterday," but no one's gonna get annoyed by that, right?

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:23 (sixteen years ago)

Anyway, if anyone from Portland was gonna cover Sam Cooke, I wish it could have been Exploding Hearts

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:24 (sixteen years ago)

'bisco duck, you do realize that you running to the defense of any cutesy indie shit that people talk down on this board is at least as kneejerk as anyone else's reaction at this point?

some dude, Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:25 (sixteen years ago)

that would be an interesting point if I ever did that or even posted much?

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:27 (sixteen years ago)

(btw, "I never want to hear this" is not really a "defense" -- to be honest I feel like what I'm defending here is actually Sam Cooke songs, which I actually think are good enough that they don't need to be defended from lots of people singing them)

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:29 (sixteen years ago)

OK everybody if you've never seen nabisco be all "haters gonna hate" about something like this before raise your hand and prove me wrong

some dude, Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:31 (sixteen years ago)

i'm defending sam cooke songs too. i think they're good enough for lots of people to sing. not colin meloy though.

(hand not raised)

jazzgasms (Mr. Que), Thursday, 10 December 2009 21:31 (sixteen years ago)

Al Di Meola and Zakir Hussain play the Colin Meloy songbook

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:20 (sixteen years ago)

Melora Creager Does Miley Cyrus

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:20 (sixteen years ago)

Sebastian Bach sings Tay Zonday

wtf?!? just randomly started crying! (HI DERE), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:21 (sixteen years ago)

Philip Glass Interprets Fleet Foxes

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:21 (sixteen years ago)

whoops xpost conversation has changed

haha some dude, as I understand the charges here, you are saying that about once a month there is a thread bagging on something you consider "cutesy indie shit" (I have no idea what you consider to fit in this category) and I come along and express the good-faith opinion that I don't think it's that bad. if this is a severe detriment to your quality of life, you can rest easy knowing that I have only posted to 19 threads in the past month, only two of which could remotely be considered to pertain to cutesy indie shit (this and Miranda July's short fiction), unless you consider grammar, recording equipment, rabbis on coke binges, or how to cook brussels sprouts to be cutesy indie shit, which maybe you do, I don't know.

anyway, I like Sam Cooke and roundly dislike the Decemberists and have trouble finding this all that odd or horrifying, is all I'm saying. this opinion might be informed by the fact that Meloy's Morrissey-covers EP is probably the #1 recording he's ever been involved in that I don't mind listening to, because it's just a guy with an acoustic guitar singing songs I like coffeeshop-style. so if people go home from Decemberists shows with a disc of a guy they like singing "Having a Party" coffeeshop-style, it's like ... okay, fine.

He also wrote a mash lyric about my friend Myl4 which is annoying.

This is totally their worst crime! The bit about her limp made me think he knew her, or something (possibly through trading blurbs with his sister), but I asked Myl4 once and she was like ... no idea.

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:22 (sixteen years ago)

Yeah she def. heard the song within a year or so of its release but had never met 'im in her life.

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:24 (sixteen years ago)

Colin Meloy Singt Bachs Grosser Kantaten

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:24 (sixteen years ago)

woah myl@ g01dberg who wrote be3 s3@son, right? ha.

jazzgasms (Mr. Que), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:25 (sixteen years ago)

colin meloy sings the entirety of bee season to the tune of "wonderful world"

max, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:27 (sixteen years ago)

colin meloy sings ned raggett's pi

max, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:27 (sixteen years ago)

colin meloy eats a sandwich, and thinks about victorian britain

max, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:27 (sixteen years ago)

colin meloy kills a truck driver

max, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:28 (sixteen years ago)

yeah, I think this should be a rule: if writing a song about someone who's not a friend but did blurb your sister's book, do not talk about whether she has a "crooked foot"

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:28 (sixteen years ago)

haha, does she have a crooked foot?

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:29 (sixteen years ago)

what else rhymes with sister's book

super sexy psycho fantasy world (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:29 (sixteen years ago)

sam cooke

jazzgasms (Mr. Que), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:29 (sixteen years ago)

samuel cooke

jazzgasms (Mr. Que), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:29 (sixteen years ago)

colin meloy sings his rhyming dictionary

max, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:29 (sixteen years ago)

Colin Meloy Blurbs His Sister's Book

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:30 (sixteen years ago)

Colin Meloy! Live! In Las Vegas!

jazzgasms (Mr. Que), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:30 (sixteen years ago)

So who will write the 33 1/3 book about Crane Wife? Paul Westerberg?

xpost sorry I brought up my1@ in the first place but let's leave her alone now

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:30 (sixteen years ago)

yeah, I think this should be a rule: if writing a song about someone who's not a friend but did blurb your sister's book, do not talk about whether she has a "crooked foot"

sounds like a subsection of the Book of Songwriting Rules Created Because of Jewel's Crimes (see "Pieces of You", "Fat Boy")

wtf?!? just randomly started crying! (HI DERE), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:31 (sixteen years ago)

every month a new billboard for some show in vegas is put up outside my window

super sexy psycho fantasy world (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:31 (sixteen years ago)

right now it's Heart
but the font is all crazy I wish I could type it

super sexy psycho fantasy world (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:31 (sixteen years ago)

This summer. . .Colin Meloy is. . . .OOOOO, BARRACUDA!

jazzgasms (Mr. Que), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:32 (sixteen years ago)

LOL I can almost imagine him singing the bridge from 'Crazy On You'

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:33 (sixteen years ago)

xpost - eh, she has a very slight something that you wouldn't notice immediately and I wouldn't even speculate on what it is -- like I took a class with her and only after a few weeks noticed she might have a foot or leg thing that changes her gait a little -- which if I were writing a song about how I thought she was pretty awesome (which I did) I'm not sure anything about either of her legs/feet would enter into it.

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:38 (sixteen years ago)

haha some dude, as I understand the charges here, you are saying that about once a month there is a thread bagging on something you consider "cutesy indie shit" (I have no idea what you consider to fit in this category) and I come along and express the good-faith opinion that I don't think it's that bad. if this is a severe detriment to your quality of life, you can rest easy knowing that I have only posted to 19 threads in the past month, only two of which could remotely be considered to pertain to cutesy indie shit (this and Miranda July's short fiction), unless you consider grammar, recording equipment, rabbis on coke binges, or how to cook brussels sprouts to be cutesy indie shit, which maybe you do, I don't know.

i don't even have an opinion either way about most of the stuff you do this with (including Colin Meloy's music), i'm just saying you have a certain way of responding when people dogpile on something with a bunch of "corny indie fux" grumbling. and again, i have no idea why you think you posting less than you used to has any relevance to what i'm saying.

some dude, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:39 (sixteen years ago)

colin meloy observes his classmates gait

max, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:39 (sixteen years ago)

Colin Meloy Spells Sam Cooke

tylerw, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:40 (sixteen years ago)

I think nabisco's point is "get off of my jock and talk about music instead of me"

wtf?!? just randomly started crying! (HI DERE), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:42 (sixteen years ago)

Colin Meloy Spells Sam Cooke

― tylerw, Thursday, December 10, 2009 5:40 PM (3 minutes ago) Bookmark

We have a winner!

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:44 (sixteen years ago)

well that and "if you find me annoying, you can relax now"

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:44 (sixteen years ago)

Nabisco I think a puppy should join in this thread for extra meta

vadnais heights is cougartown (Jon Lewis), Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:45 (sixteen years ago)

¯\(°_o)/¯ sorry y'all i didn't mean to be so tedious on this thread, i don't dislike nabisco but he's too smart to play dumb about the simple point i was trying to make

some dude, Thursday, 10 December 2009 22:59 (sixteen years ago)

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super sexy psycho fantasy world (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, 10 December 2009 23:05 (sixteen years ago)

argh that was supposed to be a dude in a monocle and top hat

super sexy psycho fantasy world (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, 10 December 2009 23:05 (sixteen years ago)

now it looks like a waiter with a monocle

super sexy psycho fantasy world (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, 10 December 2009 23:06 (sixteen years ago)

http://www.iayork.com/Images/2007/11-29-07/EustaceTilley.png

mottdeterre, Thursday, 10 December 2009 23:07 (sixteen years ago)

http://laughingsquid.com/wp-content/uploads/eustace-tilley-r-crumb.jpg

super sexy psycho fantasy world (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, 10 December 2009 23:22 (sixteen years ago)

Nice that they shoul gie Sasha Frere-Jones a cover.

mottdeterre, Thursday, 10 December 2009 23:26 (sixteen years ago)

should give, dammit.

mottdeterre, Thursday, 10 December 2009 23:27 (sixteen years ago)

Mr. Meloy knows something about artful anachronism. In the last few years he has quickly established himself as one of the premier new songwriters in rock, charming critics and ever-growing crowds with songs set in a fantastical world of Victorian chimney sweeps and dockside prostitutes, infant ghosts and exotic royal parades. His lyrics giddily engage a Scrabble master's vocabulary; one song on the Decemberists' latest album, "Picaresque," rhymes folderol, chaparral and coronal.

velko, Thursday, 10 December 2009 23:27 (sixteen years ago)

Morrissey sings Iron Maiden

yo Mozz I don't know how hard you egosurf and at this stage of your life I'd be willing to bet it's +/- zero minutes per year but on the off chance you see this thread I will 1) pay you money that, proportional to my income, is ridiculous 2) shine your damn shoes for a year and 3) defend you against all enemies foreign & domestic as long as we both shall live if you make this shit happen

alternate scenario, just sing fuckin "run to the hills," I will make you the most delicious vegetarian dinner you ever had

think it over steve

a full circle lol (J0hn D.), Friday, 11 December 2009 00:08 (sixteen years ago)

when you really think about it, the distance between something like "The Trooper" and a lot of late Morrissey is not that far at all

oɔsıqɐu (nabisco), Friday, 11 December 2009 00:13 (sixteen years ago)

looking forward to Chuck Berry sings AnCo tbh

lukevalentine, Friday, 11 December 2009 00:17 (sixteen years ago)

"all the lazy harlots"

eight woofers in the trunk sb'n down the block (M@tt He1ges0n), Friday, 11 December 2009 00:51 (sixteen years ago)

Panda B. Goode

tylerw, Friday, 11 December 2009 00:57 (sixteen years ago)

three years pass...

Dear CM,

This project is misguided and should come to a swift conclusion as soon as you can manage to stop singing.

"Do You Remember Walter?" tells a wistful tale of lost friends and failed dreams, a classic story song that would fit comfortably alongside any of Colin Meloy's work with The Decemberists. It originally appeared on the 1968 album The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society. Meloy says he decided to cover the Kink's music after passing on other randomly selected albums from his personal library. "I drew five different records off my shelf at random and determined myself to cover one of those artists," he tells us via email. "They were: Nico, Quasi, Clannad, Kinks and Don Everly. Briefly flirted with the idea of Quasi - particularly the remarkable body of work of one Sam Coomes - but I found that his range is way too high for me. I'm not good on Gaelic so Clannad was out; Nico and Don Everly? Nah. So the Kinks it was!"

lol @ The Kink's music

Sincerely,
LL

sweat pea (La Lechera), Wednesday, 30 October 2013 18:54 (twelve years ago)

colin meloy sings the dhalsim level from street fighter II turbo

― super sexy psycho fantasy world (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Thursday, December 10, 2009 5:18 PM (3 years ago)

lol

marcos, Thursday, 31 October 2013 16:32 (twelve years ago)


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