The Very Thing

I purchased some new music the other day, not for mixing, just for listening. Although if I can ever figure out how to deconstruct songs they might be used for that. I bought the newest Radiohead album. The title escapes me, something about Rainbows. I bought an older Sigur Ros album that has a wacky Icelandic title that isn't worth printing. There is a track on the album called Gobbledygook or some such thing. I purchased an EP by a band called Van She. It's pretty cool, kind of rock meets synth but with a machismo swagger. Good stuff.

I purchased a compilation of some downtempo/break tracks called The Rorschach Suite. It's certainly not disappointing if you need something to kind of chill out to.

I also purchased a CD by a band called Explosions in the Sky. The album is called The Earth is Not a Cold Dead Place. It is instrumental guitar, drums, bass, a basic band if you will but minus a singer. It's actually really cool. It has a very progressive sound. The tracks start very minimal and build to a climax. I'd highly recommend it.

The last album I bought is the one below with some lyrics attached.

Just some lyrics I was really drawn to while listening to a new-old Stars album I purchased recently called Nightsongs. The track name is The Very Thing:

The bar closes early on the Sabbath day
So me and my kid we hit the park to play
Then it'd start to rain so we'd walk home again
He asked why he was born
I don't know what to say

I don't feel guilty and I don't feel sad
This mother fucking life is the best he's had
I said I've been there sonny and it ain't that bad
I took my hits from the shits back when I was a lad

So long ago and even though I tried
I couldn't make him see the life he had cast in front of me
And even though I cried I couldn't make him be the very thing
I needed

His mother'd make a scene when I come home late
She look like she's dying but she's twenty eight
I never loved that whore I never will no more
Except for a month back in '84
The jam was playing and my heart stood still gazing at a shadow
on the window sill

So long ago and even though I tried
I couldn't make her see I wasn't quite the man she thought I'd be
And even though I cried I couldn't make her be the very thing
I needed

And even though I tried I couldn't make her see
I wasn't quite the man she thought I'd be
And even though I cried I couldn't make her be the very thing
I needed

Could she be the very thing I needed?
Could she be the very thing the very thing

Push yourself away from your one best friend
Who's going to love you when you reach the end?
Who will?
Who will?
Who will?