I was alerted via Twitter this morning of a surprise Woodpigeon EP called Spirehouse. The 5-track EP is available for the seriously low price of 3 Canadian dollars. That’s equal to $3.22 AUD – cheaper than bottle of Coke!
1. Spirehouse 04:27
2. Music for the Naturally Unhip 03:45
3. Don’t Fret, My Pet 03:34
4. Toil 03:22
5. Spirehouse (Shipshapen Remix) 03:48
You can stream the gorgeous title track ‘Spirehouse’ below – head to their bandcamp page to download it for free, and also for full purchase of the EP in your choice of format.
Woodpigeon also have a handful of dates scheduled in the UK and Europe next month – check their website for details.
And so we come to the last post of the year. As I’m using a PC at my parents’ place because my laptop is currently a virus infested pile of uselessness (yeah thanks, hackers) and I’m sitting down the hall in the extremely un-air conditioned part of the house, this will be brief!
New Year’s Eve will be a fairly low key event for me this year, as it is most years. I don’t get too caught up in the whole New Year’s stuff I have to say. Last year I did go down to Melbourne for the whole fireworks in the city experience (haven’t done the Sydney one you see pictured above though), but all I really remember is getting trapped in a big bottleneck crowd crush, unable to escape for nearly 40 mins. It was hot and sticky and I don’t cope with crowds at the best of times, let alone in the middle of a heatwave. Ugh, never again.
I will leave you today with a hodgepodge of new tracks (well new to me at least) that I’ve been sampling this week. Have a fantastic New Year’s Eve, whatever highjinks or antics you get up to, and I look forward to talking to you all and sharing more wonderful music with you next year. Here’s to 2010! Oh, and there’s apparently going to be a blue moon tonight, so in honour of this event I’ve included a little something from a certain man you may have heard of, Mr Elvis Presley. Enjoy!
You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home any more? All of a sudden, even though you have some place where you put your shit that idea of home is gone.
You’ll see one day when you move out. Just sorta happens one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist.
Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know? You won’t ever have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself. You know, for your kids. For the family you start. It’s like a cycle or something, I don’t know. But I miss the idea of it, you know? Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place. Garden State (2004)