I'm Lusting, I'm Trusting, I'm Wet And I'm Rusting

Life is so pretty. Yesterday was Iron & Wine at the all-new Meow Meow, and as much as I chafe at all-ages shows, and as much as it was overly warm and uncofortable on heels, I still nearly died at the sheer amounts of Loveliness. Sam Beam was lacking a backing band (but not a wedding band, if my eyes weren't tricking me), and so he could rework the songs a little and gosh it was swell (And to be honest, it would make me sad if someone who can sing about Love in such a way was only doing so in a retrospective fashion. I would much rather he stand up in front of us all, a bearded Messiah who serves to remind us that love is real (it is not just in long distance commercials or something that you thought you felt back in high school)..... And it's a love i forget about that he sings of, like Yeats. "I had a thought for no ones but your ears: that you were beautiful, and that I strove to love you in that old high way of love..." Ah, Sam Beam. You were the most beautiful thing I saw since the night before, when Craig Thompson painted his luscious brushstrokes on the walls of Nocturnal (and of my heart, of course). That was incredible. So grand, to see these forms and figures unfurling from underneath his fingers. And I recognized them, too, and knew the stories of the characters. And then Joseph Arthur was the night before that, and even though he's a strange man he's got a voice that makes me feel at home so well. He loops a lot of stuff, which is something I didn't recognize from the album, but it gave such a full sound to his performance. A couple songs just went crazy towards the end, but it was a contained sort of madness, where you felt that you were going to have to hurt someone or something just to find an outlet for the emotion. But it was pretty, too, and I could lose myself in the cacaphony. --------------- If you have a chance, listen to this song by Papa M. It's kind of sing-songy and darling, but you gotta edit yourself if you're in mixed company. Sorrow Reigns Blue sarah jane, sorrow reigns blue sarah jane, sorrow reigns blue there was something like a wall between us that stopped your going down on my penis the ghost of lover's past still await your response was I just a medium in your seance I had to turn off all my feelings towards you for I am not the one that rewards you I'll be with other women you'll be with other men still I can't help but wonder about what could have been sarah jane sorrow reigns blue you didn't love me the way I loved you