finally getting into joanna newsom

[Guest tht tne]

i was very skeptical at first because pitchfork was all up ons... i respect kaini so i had to investigate, so far so good just listening to the milk-eyed mender now

[Guest wake]

If you like female vocals that sound like a legion of cats pillaging a village of Smurfs, she's great.

[QBLA]

i was really into ys. but i haven't heard anything on the new one.

[Guest bitroast]

she's all great.

there are times when not sure if i actually like have one on me, or just enjoy it because it's more joanna newsom. having said that, some of it is totally undeniably brilliant.

[MAXIMUS MISCHIEF]

well i hope you learned your lesson... that just because pitch fork gives something a goodreview doesnt mean its bad.

 

should try Ys thats my fav

[Guest beatfanatic]

]makes me go all

 

but I dont like her music...

[Guest Spittal]

]makes me go all

 

but I dont like her music...

I like her music... and she's a babe... saw her live once... pretty darn good.

[springymajig]

I only really like Milk Eyed Mender. But Ys is good too, I just feel like I could do without it.

 

I haven't been able to listen to all of Have One on Me but I found a few moments I enjoyed from what I did listen too. Mostly I found it boring. Milk Eyed Mender is the only one that I find really powerful and moving, the other albums seem a bit more clinical to me... more focused on being technically complex and challenging.

[Guest disparaissant]

honestly surprised how many people here dig her. she's the shit.

[Guest Greg Reason]

I like all of her records. And she's absolutely stunning live. Saw the first show on this current tour, it was astounding.

 

I do think Ys is the best album though, the new one is definitely too long!

[kaini]

greg: i disagree. it's actually the only triple album i know where it's not a minute too long, and i don't grow bored.

 

she's ridiculously talented. like sickeningly so.

the new album is fuckin devastating, but i'd recommend listening in chronological order; MEM - ys - ys street band ep - have one on me.

 

yet another female vocalist that can reduce me to a blubbering pile; what is it about me and female vocalists?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STwVx6ynYjk

this just fucking kills me

when i saw her live on the ys tour, she played the album start to finish. i was speechless. incredible.

[Guest Greg Reason]

Yeah but how many other triple albums are there exactly?!?

 

I can only think of Emancipation by Prince (and that was mostly rubbish)

[kaini]

the magnetic fields '69 love songs', george harrison's 'all things must pass', the expanded edition rerelease of 'the orb's adventures beyond the ultraworld', the smashing pumpkins 'mellon collie', off the top of my head.

 

ah here we are: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Triple_albums

[Guest nene multiple assgasms]

ys is all I've got from her so far, and I love it. I was surprised by how good her lyrics are (I can see why dose one is a fan), and also by how good she is on her instrument, although the only other harpist I'm familiar with is alice coltrane. I'll probably go back and get the milk-eyed mender next.

[kaini]

her lyrics are like no-one else's

 

(both from 'only skin')

Last week our picture window produced a half-word

Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird

We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake

And pant and labour over every intake

 

I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace

Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place

Said: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you

And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"

 

Then in my hot hand

She slumped her sick weight

We tramped through the poison oak

Heartbroke and inchoate

 

The dogs were snapping

And you cuffed their collars

While I climbed the tree-house

Then how I hollered!

Well she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two

 

Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew

(while, back in the world that moves, often

According to the hoarding of these clues

Dogs still run roughly around

Little tufts of finch-down)

 

the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland

but his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless

while down in the lowlands the crops are all coming;

we have everything

life is thundering blissful towards death

in a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness

 

(from 'bridges and balloons')

The sight of bridges and balloons

Makes calm canaries irritable

And they caw and claw all afternoon

Catenaries and dirigibles

Brace and bouy the living room

A loom of metals warp woof wimble

And a thimblesworth of milky moon

Can touch hearts larger than a thimble

 

no-one else i can think of has the balls to use words like inchoate or catenary in their lyrics these days. fuck it, i'll use the 'p' word. it's closer to poetry than lyrics to a song. if there's a more literary songwriter than joanna i've never heard of them.

 

Twenty miles left to the show

Hello, my old country, hello

Stars are just beginning to appear

And I have never, in my life before been here

 

And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive

At which conclusion you arrived

Watching me sit here, bolt upright

And cry for no good reason at the Eastering sky

 

And the tilt of this strange nation,

And the will to remain for the duration

Waving the flag

Feeling it drag

 

Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby

Like I'm in a fistfight with the fog, baby

Step, ball-change and a pirouette

 

And I regret, I regret

How I said to you Honey, just open your heart

When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar

And that, right there, is where we are

 

I've been 'fessing, double-fast

Addressing questions nobody asked

I'll get this joy off of my chest, at last

And I will love you 'til the noise has long since passed

 

I did not mean to shout, just drive

Just get us out, dead or alive

The road's 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, darling

I can see that you're wearing your staying-hat, darling

For the time being, all is well

Won't you love me a spell?

 

This is blindness, beyond all conceiving

While behind us, the road is leaving

And leaving, and falling back

Like a rope gone slack

 

And I saw straightaway that the lay was steep

But I fell for you, honey, easy as falling asleep

And that, right there is the course I keep

 

And no amount of talking

Is going to soften the fall

But, like after the rain

Step out of the overhang, that's all

 

It had a nice ring to it,

When the old opry house rang

So with a solemn auld lang syne

Sealed, delivered, I sang

 

And there is hesitation

And it always remains

Concerning you, me

And the rest of the gang

 

And in our quiet hour

I feel I see everything

And am in love with the hook

Upon which everyone hangs

 

And I know you meant

To show the extent

To which you gave a goddang

You ranged real hot and real cold

But I'm sold

I am at home on that range.

 

And I do hate to fold

Right here, at the top of my game

When I've been trying

With my whole heart and soul

To stay right here, in the right lane

 

But it can make you feel over, and old

Lord, you know it's a shame

When I only want for you to pull over and hold me

'Til I can't remember my own name

[QBLA]

hell yeah... she finally showing off her sexy!

[kaini]

word... indeed!

[baph]

her lyrics are like no-one else's

 

(both from 'only skin')

Last week our picture window produced a half-word

Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird

We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake

And pant and labour over every intake

 

I said a sort of prayer for some sort of rare grace

Then thought I ought to take her to a higher place

Said: "dog nor vulture nor cat shall toy with you

And though you die, bird, you will have a fine view"

 

Then in my hot hand

She slumped her sick weight

We tramped through the poison oak

Heartbroke and inchoate

 

The dogs were snapping

And you cuffed their collars

While I climbed the tree-house

Then how I hollered!

Well she'd lain, as still as a stone, in my palm, for a lifetime or two

 

Then, saw the treetops, cocked her head and up and flew

(while, back in the world that moves, often

According to the hoarding of these clues

Dogs still run roughly around

Little tufts of finch-down)

 

the cities we passed were a flickering wasteland

but his hand in my hand made them hale and harmless

while down in the lowlands the crops are all coming;

we have everything

life is thundering blissful towards death

in a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness

 

(from 'bridges and balloons')

The sight of bridges and balloons

Makes calm canaries irritable

And they caw and claw all afternoon

Catenaries and dirigibles

Brace and bouy the living room

A loom of metals warp woof wimble

And a thimblesworth of milky moon

Can touch hearts larger than a thimble

 

no-one else i can think of has the balls to use words like inchoate or catenary in their lyrics these days. fuck it, i'll use the 'p' word. it's closer to poetry than lyrics to a song. if there's a more literary songwriter than joanna i've never heard of them.

 

Twenty miles left to the show

Hello, my old country, hello

Stars are just beginning to appear

And I have never, in my life before been here

 

And it's my heart, not me, who cannot drive

At which conclusion you arrived

Watching me sit here, bolt upright

And cry for no good reason at the Eastering sky

 

And the tilt of this strange nation,

And the will to remain for the duration

Waving the flag

Feeling it drag

 

Like a bump on a bump on a log, baby

Like I'm in a fistfight with the fog, baby

Step, ball-change and a pirouette

 

And I regret, I regret

How I said to you Honey, just open your heart

When I've got trouble even opening a honey jar

And that, right there, is where we are

 

I've been 'fessing, double-fast

Addressing questions nobody asked

I'll get this joy off of my chest, at last

And I will love you 'til the noise has long since passed

 

I did not mean to shout, just drive

Just get us out, dead or alive

The road's 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, darling

I can see that you're wearing your staying-hat, darling

For the time being, all is well

Won't you love me a spell?

 

This is blindness, beyond all conceiving

While behind us, the road is leaving

And leaving, and falling back

Like a rope gone slack

 

And I saw straightaway that the lay was steep

But I fell for you, honey, easy as falling asleep

And that, right there is the course I keep

 

And no amount of talking

Is going to soften the fall

But, like after the rain

Step out of the overhang, that's all

 

It had a nice ring to it,

When the old opry house rang

So with a solemn auld lang syne

Sealed, delivered, I sang

 

And there is hesitation

And it always remains

Concerning you, me

And the rest of the gang

 

And in our quiet hour

I feel I see everything

And am in love with the hook

Upon which everyone hangs

 

And I know you meant

To show the extent

To which you gave a goddang

You ranged real hot and real cold

But I'm sold

I am at home on that range.

 

And I do hate to fold

Right here, at the top of my game

When I've been trying

With my whole heart and soul

To stay right here, in the right lane

 

But it can make you feel over, and old

Lord, you know it's a shame

When I only want for you to pull over and hold me

'Til I can't remember my own name

 

This, all of it.

[kaini]

the bit at the end of only skin with bill callahan is like a fucking wrecking ball made of raw emotion. okay i'll shut up now.

[Guest nene multiple assgasms]

[Pablo Francisco]girl you're FIIIIHIIHIIIINE!!!!!!![/Pablo Francisco]

[Guest disparaissant]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORmjdiATbFs

newsom on kimmel. the audience seems a bit perplexed.

 

also that dress is amazing.

[Guest bitroast]

hell yeah... she finally showing off her sexy!

 

holy shit, was pretty fucken happy when i purchased Have One On Me to find the individual album covers :)

[Guest bitroast]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORmjdiATbFs

newsom on kimmel. the audience seems a bit perplexed.

 

also that dress is amazing.

 

this song. it's almost too lovely.

[baph]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORmjdiATbFs

newsom on kimmel. the audience seems a bit perplexed.

 

also that dress is amazing.

 

The disconnect between this performance and the Bud Light ads draped around her is fucking my shit up so very much.

[Guest no carrier]

hell yeah... she finally showing off her sexy!

 

isn't that really a sad indictment of the music business?