please silence your words, but for heaven's sake, stay
Munk's opening line,
Lauren licked her again. The other's were right, girls did taste like cinnamon.
The opening line is yours to keep, use it.
Munk
This week's musical interlude... The Louvin Brothers -- The Great Atomic Power
Form your own opinion on the lyrics, but those chorus harmonies are like frosted godflakes. Are you ready?
Author Reynolds Price died this week. He spent the last (very productive) thirty years of his life relegated to a wheelchair as a result of lifesaving treatments for spinal cancer.
He once stated that the one thing that could have helped him through the initial stages of paraplegia, was if someone he respected had looked him in the eye and spoken the following words.
"Reynolds Price is dead, who do you propose to be tomorrow?"
Munk's opening line... The new sergeant reeked of malicious intent--I was drawn to him.
Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk
Today's musical pick, chosen as a companion piece to Calamity Song from the Decemberists' new album. Talk About the Passion by REM--Murmur.
Some may call it a sellout. I call it damn fine music.
I have been aware of The Decemberists, and their front man Colin Meloy, since the beginning of their musical run. How could I not be, my early pop music compass was Colin’s uncle, Paul. Paul introduced me to REM’s “Gardening at Night” (the Athens band’s first LP) and to Joy Division before there was a New Order.
I met Colin once. I think he was 17. He corrected my butchering of David Gray’s lyrics as I belted out “Made Up My Mind” in the house Paul and I rented in college. Charitable to a fault, Colin made no mention of my vocal miss-stylings.
I was an early fan. The Decemberists’, “Shiny,” from their first EP, “5 Songs”, still sets my back ashiver (click below). But try as I might, I just couldn’t keep the fire burning for the Portland based band regardless of their critical and financial success.
The spark has returned. The Decemberists’ new LP “The King is Dead” delivers everything I want and need in a prog-rock-folk-alternative-Americana album without the hyperliteration. Colin’s minstrel-esque accents are cut to a minimum and replaced by an unadorned, energized clarity of voice. Other highlights include Gillian Welch’s graceful, home rooted harmonies enhancing several tracks such as, “Down by the Water” and “All Arise!”. My favorite cut, “Calamity Song” is, thanks to Peter Buck, the best REM song REM never recorded.
Writing is a multi-headed bitch. And the patience required to deal with the old girl is daunting. It’s the writer’s job to make the reader’s job easy. You see... readers are lazy and yet they want every little thing just so—effortlessly. They want connection. They want to be intrigued. They want the thrills of adventure without the confusion. They want to taste their first kiss over and over again. They are exactly like me and I love them for that. Random musical entertainment: A place where even squares can have a ball (no disrespect to Merle... but point made).
Munk's opening line: Flying is not for the weak of wing.
Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk
