wherein benjamin emanuel hubbird and casey michael jarman discuss the goings-on of their primary musical endeavor, the morals.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Amy McCullough's most recent "cut of the day" over at Local Cut is "My Work Is Never Done" by John Itkin. Strangely enough, I've never heard, or even heard of, John Itkin. The song is brilliant, though, and so I headed over to his website to see what was up.
This is what was up:
Unless I Get Drafted
A paean to I-5 and the strange life some of us have carved out in a few different places with a stretch of highway in the middle. Paper mills, sneaky state police, all night diners, with a squealing guitar solo reminiscent of Silkworm's "Miracle Mile". Even a verse dedicated to the worn out debit cards so many of us hump around in our back pocket:
If you can't get it to work the first few times through. Just cover it in plastic and swipe it again. And if it still won't work, just call me over. Me and the machine, we're real good friends.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
I think this is the second or third time this has happened, but both Seattle papers refer to us as "The Mortals" in their show listings for the show at the Funhouse. Wait, strike that; one of them called us just "Mortals," which totally makes us sound like some sort of D & D rock outfit. (I'll tell you who it was what done it: it was Seattle Timers. How does it feel to be misspelled and lose your "the," assholes?)