I have been so disheartened by the election results, and even more so every day since January 20th. I do not have the words to adequately articulate these times, so I turn to Idle Time favorite Joe Henry. He writes:
I have not read ‘Art Of The Deal,’ but have heard its synopsis by the “author,” and now witness its bizarre theatre enacted on our national stage: make an extravagant push of extremes –while flash pots deploy, distracting your negotiating advisory and leaving them to feel unmoored, hurried and vulnerable; and as the overreach is walked back, your advisory will believe themselves to have made “progress;” and will in the end gratefully settle for far less than they’d have ever first been willing even to imagine.
Is this what is happening to us now?
If so, we are about to learn whether ours truly is a country rooted by a constitution, or ruled by the whims of an autonomous regime, with its own moving agenda to which we are neither privy nor free to challenge –and of which we will never be beneficiaries.
Volatile as are these waters that toss around our little ship of state today, I assume it shall be revealed very soon whether or not our national craft is sustainable. But this much is clear right now: the storm threatening us is man-made, and means indeed to draw us silently under its loud and cold wave. We are at sea and at siege. Continue reading Hi-Fi Fifteen: This Land Is Your Land
I realize that I’m jumping the gun on this one since it won’t be available for another six weeks, but I could not resist.
What’s new here is the band seems ready to step out into the bright lights of the night. This may be a an odd comparison, but they are mining the same territory as M83’s “Midnight City”. That’s not to say that it’s a disco jam, but more of an ode to feeling of the euphoria of being out at night. You feel a great deal of, for lack of a better word, swagger. I know, that’s the last thing you would expect from the these messy-headed mugs. It’s a perfect soundtrack to late night car ride through the city with the windows down.
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