03.25.07
Posted in hot live action - March 25th, 2007 at 5:15 pm by Mimi
Cric’s back home at a wedding and hitting on ROTC boys, and I missed Drag the River on Thursday because I’m a lamer. However, I beat the bushes to drag people to see Cory Branan on Saturday. New converts. It’s amusing to attend a Cory show with people who only know his studio stuff because I get to watch the cartoon hearts pop out of their eyes as he radiates that sort of folksy élan that overwhelms anyone who sees him live.
(I’m screwing something up as I post this, but I have no idea what. I am really dim, people. Cric will have to fix it when she gets near a computer.) [Fixed.--Cric]
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03.22.07
Posted in cricket spazzes, hot live action, random - March 22nd, 2007 at 12:21 am by Cricket
Here at HCT HQ strange things happen. Locust-like clouds of drunken bluegrass pickers descend on the house at odd hours, play for a while, eat, drink and then whisk us off to bonfires in the middle of the night. I warned Mimi when she put up that weird wreath on the door that she was inviting the fairies in. Who knew fairies looked like drunk musicians? [Weeeeeeeeellll…I forgot to tell you about my childhood in the Unseelie Court, Cric.--Mimi]
Among other strangeness, one day Mohammed just appeared in our yard. Mohammed is a cement lion. He sits in a fairy-ring of stones, surrounded by tulips. Yeah, really. And we didn’t even put him there. Well, you know lions come from the same place as hippos and if there’s one thing we love unreasonably (even more than music) at HCT HQ it’s hippos. We have many. Mohammed couldn’t come to them, so like the mountain, we brought them to Mohammed. [Look out for more pictures of Mohammed and his crazy antics…when we get bored again.--Mimi]
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03.13.07
Posted in some albums we done liked others we ain't - March 13th, 2007 at 9:42 pm by Cricket
Among my favorite albums is Willie Nelson’s Red Headed Stranger. I love a good concept album. Story songs are awesome, but when the whole album tells a story from beginning to end? Even better. Chuckanut Drive delivers completely with their recent re-release of The Crooked Mile Home.
These boys are from Bellingham, Washington, a stone’s throw from my own hometown. Oddly, it isn’t attention to local bands back home that led me to them. A friend in Boston helped me develop a nifty obsession with them and turned me on to their rockin’ alt-country. They twist together, with a heavy dose of twang, Johnny Cash, Hank Sr., Gram Parsons, Son Volt, Uncle Tupelo, and more traditional rock.
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03.05.07
Posted in back catalogue, cricket spazzes, random - March 5th, 2007 at 7:46 pm by Cricket
It’s strange how, in the modern day of air and car travel, the folkloric power of trains seems not to have diminished at all. It’s true I can get in my car and drive nearly anywhere in the country, yet the idea of hopping a train seems to hold more fanciful notions of freedom and escape from the everyday. [It’s because it is a myth, that’s why, exactly.—Mimi] But there’s more to it than that. There’s a wistful, lonesome sound of far-off train whistles which promise escape that is somehow out of reach. The sound now contains more nostalgia than ever before, though trains are still prevalent all over the world.
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