Obviously, the promises of the former post will be ignored for the sake of discontinuity throughout this blog. Incongruity is next to spontaneity, and spontaneity is next to fresh, and that is what this blog is: fresh.
I am not wholly beguiled by Keren Ann; I have deemed her "too poppy and radio-friendly"; however, she is not the abomination some make her to be. Anywhoers, Dean and Britta are playing with KA (the affectionate initials) and D & B are a solid duo: certainly not a concert that will garner five "K's" (according to the Kowalski rating scale) but nonetheless has the potential for some auditory pleasure.
My camera does not receive nearly enough use: my first Facebook album in months features a mere seven photos -- but seven is a very biblical number so things could be worse.
My life needs structure.
Without structure I flounder around like a lost duck.
An indolent imposture is for the uninspired.
Showing posts with label Keren Ann. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Keren Ann. Show all posts
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Between The Flatland And The Caspian Sea
Church was canceled this morning due to snow. Through my window I see a pleasant tempest outside.
Four exams over the next three days. Tough break.
Remember when I desired to see Klaxons and Voxtrot, but decided I only had enough resources to venture to one show -- so I chose Voxtrot and they canceled on me.
You know, I cannot even recall the last concert I've attended. I have been desperately searching for shows, like a rabid dog hunts flesh -- and finally, I have found one: Keren Ann is playing circa early February in Toronto. Now, she has not cracked the top fifty on Last.fm, which is a touch concerning; however, I have faith that with some more listening, and in respect to her ethereal persona and Israeli/French ancestry, I could fade into a soft shade of love before today's end. She'll never be Hope Sandoval, but you gots to work with whats yous gots. One particularly salient con of KA (the affectionate initials, obviously) is that one of her lovely tunes was featured in some lame television show. Oh, well, even Mazzy Star has been reluctantly exploited by terrible pictures and small-screen series. At least she's not like Wilco and sells her soul to a car companies. By Jove! Wilco needs a shot in the arm. Anywhoers, this is quite the digressive tangent, so I will halt.
Study, study, or fail, fail. Although, if I study I will likely die and thus fail. Paradox. Fox in the snow.
Four exams over the next three days. Tough break.
Remember when I desired to see Klaxons and Voxtrot, but decided I only had enough resources to venture to one show -- so I chose Voxtrot and they canceled on me.
You know, I cannot even recall the last concert I've attended. I have been desperately searching for shows, like a rabid dog hunts flesh -- and finally, I have found one: Keren Ann is playing circa early February in Toronto. Now, she has not cracked the top fifty on Last.fm, which is a touch concerning; however, I have faith that with some more listening, and in respect to her ethereal persona and Israeli/French ancestry, I could fade into a soft shade of love before today's end. She'll never be Hope Sandoval, but you gots to work with whats yous gots. One particularly salient con of KA (the affectionate initials, obviously) is that one of her lovely tunes was featured in some lame television show. Oh, well, even Mazzy Star has been reluctantly exploited by terrible pictures and small-screen series. At least she's not like Wilco and sells her soul to a car companies. By Jove! Wilco needs a shot in the arm. Anywhoers, this is quite the digressive tangent, so I will halt.
Study, study, or fail, fail. Although, if I study I will likely die and thus fail. Paradox. Fox in the snow.
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