What better way to kick off your Friday than with a selection of the best tracks from the It All Started archives? If I’m honest though, this is really just an excuse for me to repost all those tracks that I love and that you may have missed the first time round. It’s high quality stuff, and there’ll be more this time next week. Enjoy!
Some links for your amusement, edification and jollification!
Did anyone else read Sid Fleischman’sMr Mysterious & Company when they were a kid? I loved that book, and that was Mr M’s introduction to his family’s nightly magic show. Well, given that it was set in the American midwest in the 1880’s the links bit isn’t so true, but the rest of it is.
It rained today. Lots. Somehow though, I managed to find a two hour pocket of dry weather to quickly dash about the city, snapping a few pics and zipping in and out of a few of my favourite shops.
I discovered two new magazines at my beloved Mag Nation (seriously, I could live there – coffee, couches, mags… what more could you need?)
Dumbo feather, pass it on (visit the website for fantastic deals on both current and back issues) is part magazine, part book, and each issue features five individuals telling you their stories. I bought the Winter 2007 issue as it was the one that most appealed to me, mostly because the first story featured was that of Julia DeVille, artist, jewellery maker, leather worker and taxidermist. I’d never heard of her, and it was this that made me think she would be more than a little bit interesting to read about:
I had done lots of taxidermy pieces. There was a huge crowd around the one cabinet that my work was in, you had to queue to see it because everyone was just so fascinated… after that she was like, I want a mouse-brooch too.
Although much of her work involves the use of taxidermy and can appear quite bleak and morbid, she speaks of the fact that being aware of your mortality can often lead to a greater appreciation of your life, and that life is a special thing that doesn’t last a long time. She expands upon this further on her website, the nature of our culture is to obsess over planning the future, however in doing so we forget to enjoy the present. Her work might not be to everybody’s taste (I’ve spent a bit of time tooling round her website today, and I’d certainly have a problem wearing her jewellery pieces) but it’s definitely fascinating to read about.
The other magazine I bought was Harvest, a quarterly that features fresh Australian writing. I’m yet to delve into it, but I’m looking forward to curling up in bed with it later – it will be the perfect end to what’s been an unseasonably cold day here in Melbourne.
During my travels today I also stumbled across Polyester Records, a shop that I’ve been meaning to check out for ages. I could live there too. Happily. Not only did the ‘overseas’ section encompass every album I’ve ever wanted (it read like a who’s who of my favourite posts of all time), but it had a vinyl section that I spent countless sighs flipping through. I don’t have a record player, but just seeing all my favourite album covers four times bigger was enough to start me thinking about it. And quality of sound? Well that would just be a bonus!
We don’t have T2 in my home town either, which is why I’m stuck drinking boring generic supermarket tea until I can get my act together and pick me up some of the good stuff. This is a Japanese green tea and has a wonderful nutty ricey taste. Delicious.
While I head off to boil the kettle, why don’t wrap your ears around these totally unrelated yet still wonderfully delectable tracks?
And I’m on a bit of a Josh Ritter kick lately, so I thought I’d post a couple of acoustic tracks and then I thought, well this live version of ‘Kathleen’ is full of that crowd participation that I love so much, so how’s about I chuck that in too?
So the big day is finally here. Since I’m writing this on the eve of Christmas Eve, I can’t honestly say exactly what I’ve done today but if the past few years are anything to go by, I’ve received my gifts by now and I’m busy helping my mum and my sisters make good food in the kitchen. Every now and then I’ll nick outside to field a ball or two during our neverending game of backyard cricket while the fellas hover around the barbeque checking the lamb and putting together various toys/bikes/swingsets.
I make mixtapes for my sisters each Christmas. Here’s one of the mixes that Elspeth will be receiving. Make sure you grab the links while you can – I have a major cleanup planned after all this Christmas hoopla is behind us!
Girl In The War – Josh Ritter
Castaways – Shearwater (download here)
Madame Shocking – The Silent Years (download here)
Northern Lights – Bowerbirds (download here)
The Colour That Your Eyes Changed With The Colour Of Your Hair – Carissa’s Wierd (download here)
Oslo Novelist – Grand Archives (download here)
East – The Weather Station (download here)
Alter Ego – Jean-Louis Aubert Bad Diary Days – Pedro The Lion
Now You Are Pregnant – The Wave Pictures
Charlie Darwin – The Low Anthem
Wax and Wire – Loch Lomond (download here) Familiar Light – Asobi Seksu
In Excelsis Deo – There Will Be Fireworks (download here)
Black Ice – Ohbijou
Folding Chair – Regina Spektor
With This Ship – The Basics
When You Walk In The Room – Fyfe Dangerfield (download here)
Here’s hoping you’ve had a safe and happy Christmas!
‘All the other girls here are stars—you are the Northern Lights’
From the opening line of ‘Kathleen’, I was hooked. It’s such a smooth, sweet song with the kind of lyrics I would love to write if I was a small town cowboy lookin’ to land me a girl. Or the kind of lyrics I’d like to write myself. Come to think of it, being able to play a musical instrument wouldn’t hurt either. Oh, and some kind of vocal ability would be kinda nice also. But you know, I’m not greedy.
It was this post over at Fuel/Friends that reminded me that more Josh Ritter research was required, and also introduced me to ‘Girl In The War’ which is all kinds of spectacular too. I love how that slow drum beat kicks in at the start of the second verse and then all of a sudden you realise that a rich wall of sound has built up behind the words without you even noticing.