OKKERVIL RIVER & WILL SHEFF

Finales de julio, si vienes ya sabes

Nos hacemos unas cuantas tiendas de discos

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Y cada vez me gusta más y más. Y mira que es sencilla. Pero estos cabrones tienen algo que me mata. Y son estos los OR que más me gustan, los "no tan alegres". Este tema es una enormidad. Desde ya de lo mejor del año.

copter76 escribió:Finales de julio, si vienes ya sabes
Nos hacemos unas cuantas tiendas de discos

No es mal plan. De aquí a Julio me quedan aún un par de viajes a Lieja, a ver si puedo volver a hacer noche en Bruselas en alguna de esas ocasiones o al menos que me dé tiempo a pasar un par de horas antes de pillar el vuelo de las 9pm

No me mola mucho la última canción. Me resulta un tanto repetitiva. Aunque, a decir verdad, sólo se me hacen repetitivas las canciones que no me molan.

La escucharé muchas veces más, porque da gusto invertir bien el tiempo escuchando a esta gente. No obstante esta primera canción, espero un disco variado, divertido, dramático y con profundidad.

Y vuelvo a poner este temón de su anterior disco, que parece que ya no se ve el otro youtube que puse.

Gallardo escribió:No me mola mucho la última canción. Me resulta un tanto repetitiva. Aunque, a decir verdad, sólo se me hacen repetitivas las canciones que no me molan.

La escucharé muchas veces más, porque da gusto invertir bien el tiempo escuchando a esta gente. No obstante esta primera canción, espero un disco variado, divertido, dramático y con profundidad.

Y vuelvo a poner este temón de su anterior disco, que parece que ya no se ve el otro youtube que puse.

Buen tema, claro que sí. Pero la nueva, creo yo, juega en otra liga.
Llega, atiza y se va dejándote roto. Hijoputas.

Juzguen ustedes:
http://www.stereogum.com/1877894/okkervil-river-okkervil-river-r-i-p/mp3s/

Gallardo escribió:

Hace un par de meses ya hablamos de lo maravillosa que es esta canción.
El video, a la altura de la canción. Me ha encantado.

Vamos con la otra...

Gallardo escribió:

Buen tema de primeras. Cuando lo escuche más veces será un sí rotundo, estoy seguro.

Verdaderamente tremenda Judey on a Street. Ecos del Springsteen 75-78, Van Morrison del Astral Weeks , y resonancias del Stuck Between Stations de Hold Steady.

Normalmente no suelo leer nada sobre los discos que me interesan con anterioridad a su escucha; de este modo trato de evitar todo tipo de prejuicios e influencias externas. Este ha sido el caso de Away. Así que, a raíz de mi anterior comentario, he estado leyendo un poquillo en la red sobre el álbum, y veo que las referencias al Astral Weeks de Van Morrison son constantes. Me resulta curioso, porque cuando escribí el comentario pensé que, tal vez, pudiera estar estableciendo una conexión demasiado subjetiva. Me alegro de que no sea así y de que todavía me quede algo de oído. Detecto esa conexión, fundamentalmente, en Judey On A Street. A mi juicio, el pasaje más sobresaliente del disco.

No me creo aún que vaya a verles mañana

Tremenda letra




"Judey On A Street"


All day I'm gonna hit on the drum
Takes a little time for her to come
You're just a girl on a street
Ah, take it away

Walk around, what d'you say?
That how the whole world sadly sung
While you were wishing you were young
You're just a girl on a street

The snow it softly falls outside
And you're watching it, spacing out
And you're lying on your side
You wanna get involved in prayer
As for the church, you don't know where

You're just a girl on a street
You're just a girl on a street

With your hair going gray
Eyes like greenish macramé
Hey, the record goes like...

I drove in my new sedan
Rain hit my windshield like an open hand
I headed north in a haze of speed
I knew exactly what we need
I stood in a church with a shield on the sign
The smell of incense in the aisles
I felt like a giant spinning wheel
And I know how the minister must feel
And when his wife takes off her gown
And then she lets her long hair down
Lit by the world that's going round

She's just a girl on a street
She's just a girl on a street
She's just a girl

Once I died in a dream
And the world without me went fine
And then years went by
Take me to that city in the sky
The clouds are aquamarine
The architect remains unseen
I'll live my life out on your street
Up where the bluebirds fly

Help me to the other side
Help me to the other side
Help me to the other side
Help me to the other side
Help me to the other side
Help me to the other side

And when I get to the other side
I'll give those harp strings a strum
I'm gonna hit on that drum
I'm gonna wait for my girl to come
You know it takes a little time

En unos minutos, Gallardo

Boohan escribió:En unos minutos, Gallardo

Será, con certeza, magnificente.

Gallardo escribió:

Boohan escribió:En unos minutos, Gallardo

Será, con certeza, magnificente.

No tanto
Ha sido algo raro. Demasiadas del nuevo (casi al completo), con temas que rompen el ritmo. Las más conocidas (For Real, Movie) las han tocado de manera distinta. Él iba algo mamao, por cierto. Buenos son un rato pero ha faltado algo: mejor setlist y más ritmo. Ahora bien, han tocado The War Criminal y entonces se lo perdono todo

Boohan escribió:

Gallardo escribió:

Boohan escribió:En unos minutos, Gallardo

Será, con certeza, magnificente.

No tanto
Ha sido algo raro. Demasiadas del nuevo (casi al completo), con temas que rompen el ritmo. Las más conocidas (For Real, Movie) las han tocado de manera distinta. Él iba algo mamao, por cierto. Buenos son un rato pero ha faltado algo: mejor setlist y más ritmo. Ahora bien, han tocado The War Criminal y entonces se lo perdono todo

A mí éso no me parece de recibo. Estoy cansado de asistir a conciertos de rock con la gente colocada hasta las cejas. El darle a la botella antes de un concierto sólo sirve para dar una representación de mierda. Le puedo dar a la botella yo, los músicos no. Después del concierto pueden hacer lo que les dé la gana, no antes.

No me sirve como excusa lo de que si el rock tal o cuál. La gente de la clásica o del jazz es igual de artista y "bohemia", y si se les ocurre ir mamaos a un concierto les mandan a tomar por culo los mismos compañeros. Y su público igual les arranca la piel a tiras.

Muy buena esta versión en directo de Judey On A Street.

Gallardo escribió:

Boohan escribió:

Gallardo escribió:

Boohan escribió:En unos minutos, Gallardo

Será, con certeza, magnificente.

No tanto
Ha sido algo raro. Demasiadas del nuevo (casi al completo), con temas que rompen el ritmo. Las más conocidas (For Real, Movie) las han tocado de manera distinta. Él iba algo mamao, por cierto. Buenos son un rato pero ha faltado algo: mejor setlist y más ritmo. Ahora bien, han tocado The War Criminal y entonces se lo perdono todo

A mí éso no me parece de recibo. Estoy cansado de asistir a conciertos de rock con la gente colocada hasta las cejas. El darle a la botella antes de un concierto sólo sirve para dar una representación de mierda. Le puedo dar a la botella yo, los músicos no. Después del concierto pueden hacer lo que les dé la gana, no antes.

No me sirve como excusa lo de que si el rock tal o cuál. La gente de la clásica o del jazz es igual de artista y "bohemia", y si se les ocurre ir mamaos a un concierto les mandan a tomar por culo los mismos compañeros. Y su público igual les arranca la piel a tiras.

A ver, esto no afectó a su profesionalidad sobre el escenario. Sólamente a sus pequeños speech entre canciones, totalmente incoherentes. Lo que hizo que no levitara durante todo el concierto fue el setlist, no su performance.

Bueno, yo la verdad es que entraba para hablar del nuevo disco, que sigue creciendo y creciendo.

Y ya he dado con la segunda gema del album, un tema que no me quito de la cabeza: Frontman In Heaven

https://soundcloud.com/okkervil-river/frontman-in-heaven

Y la letra... es de esas canciones en las que la letra importa:

I'm trying to transmute tap water into wine
Out here, somewhere in this Las Cruces motel room
The floor and ceiling vibrate so I can barely stand
"Calm down", says the Sky Man, "you're injured"
I dreamt last night I was halfway up the ladder to heaven
And I shot up this morning with an attitude

I charged through the city and I wandered the streets
Trying to get answers with just my irresistible smile
Shouting "who will provide the celestial blueprint we need?"

Echoing voices zigzag in the night
In and around forest-view apartments
To crack a bay window and feel the fair winds
She throws back her head and she lifts up her hands
She drives herself into an amphetamine madness
She says "Tell me, just tell me I was right"
And she's taken all the wrong pills
Her voice begins cracking
Her eyes open, staring at nothing

Do you get what I'm saying?

I feel my heart beating
I wonder how I couldn't keep it from coming on
I want you so much in this wild desert heat that it's scary
But I know I have done so much that could be construed as damage
And there's something bad within me that makes me want to take advantage

When you're tripped up, slipped up
Blonde hair and black-lipped up
With all those silk straps round your ankles
I feel myself convinced we could do whatever all night
It's high time we broke completely free of all control

Hi there! How are you?
Well I feel like my brain just exploded

Tell all your girlfriends
I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm someone
Tell them it's breezy and warm down here in this strange place
I will wake in the morning displaying the mark of a new man
Whose whole world has altered in front of his stupefied face

I recall when things were way more fun around here
But the Sky Man reminds me I'm almost a ghost of myself
It seems to me everything fine fell away
I've seen the forests burn and learned you have to arm yourself
It's gonna be a funky fresh Christmas and I dont think I can handle it
When there's so little dignity in anything

Do you feel what I feel?

And Christ, will you watch my back where I do roam?
To a room full of murderous boys with no songs of their own

I feel sick, I feel compromised all the way down
Like an eagle with all of its feathers plucked out

Can you see it in your mind?

I was inconsiderate and cold
But I can change if it's such a big deal to you
I watch the dying sun sink on those jerk-offs in their convertibles
I went a little out of control, oh, with the boys out in the parking lot
Loneliness blinded me, down in the peanut-shell bars

Wild wild nights, heavy romance
There was Percodan spilled on the dancefloor
There were corpses in plain sight and they were just walking around

And the good old boys on their leatherette
Want a woman who was down for whatever
I learned to be compassionate by watching those working girls smile
Heaven was lying 'neath my feet like some wall-to-wall carpeting
And sometimes I believe that there's actually no such thing as love
And one of these days I might not be so good to you

Can you see what I'm saying?

Come and sit where I'm sitting, oh darling
Because now I understand that it wasn't you who held me back
There were forces beyond my control and maybe I held myself down
All of that money it gets so hard to stay yourself around

But girl, give me just one little chance
Well, show me some trust again
I will sing your soul far away, up to a sparkling star

Where all our old frends will be waiting
Hold my hand and sigh in a soft whisper
That you don't just care about getting what you paid for

And on the day that I finally die
Well I just might start screaming
In the one private instant I cross over that unseen line

The last remaining species of birds will be singing away
Singing goodbye to my tastes, and my face, and LA
Goodbye to New Mexico and Texas
When I'm gone, I know there will be some things I miss
Hold me and help me remember

Cause it's almost time

We are born wired-up and our heads are all flooded with messages
That get harder to pick out, except at the start and the end

And you, my weeping friend
I can't wait to describe to you what I'll see up there
Though I'm sure it will be an adjustment
There are voices calling me from down the hallway
There are voices that filter up through the silence
And "Calm down," says the Sky Man, "you're raving"

So alright
Nighty-night
Nighty-night

Songwriters
WILL SHEFF



Read more: Okkervil River - Frontman In Heaven Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Nuevo disco a finales de abril: In The Rainbow Rain.

Y como adelanto esta monserga.

Joder, es que nos han malacostumbrado a escuchar canciones que son enormidades, y ahora escuchas esto último y te tiras de los pelos de los cojones.

en su sitio

akhenaten666 escribió:

en su sitio

Ooooooooohhhhhh!!!! El mejor regalo de cumpleaños que me podías hacer

Vamos a ver qué tal...

Boohan escribió:



Vamos a ver qué tal...

Mola el single. A ver el disco.

Boohan escribió:

akhenaten666 escribió:

en su sitio

Ooooooooohhhhhh!!!! El mejor regalo de cumpleaños que me podías hacer

FELICIDADES IÑAKI!!!!!!!!!!

Gallardo escribió:

Menudo temón..

¿qué tal el de este año?

deniztek escribió:¿qué tal el de este año?

Este año tocaba disco flojo
Pero contiene un gran tema, Pulled Up The Ribbon.

Boohan escribió:

deniztek escribió:¿qué tal el de este año?

Este año tocaba disco flojo
Pero contiene un gran tema, Pulled Up The Ribbon.

Justo iba a poner lo contrario... Me ha encantao.

La que dices es un temazo, pero The Dream and Light y Love Somebody también lo son.

Los temas mais lentitos me han gustado todos, todos tienen algo... Destacando External Actor... Discazo para mi.

Esto debería ser para abrir un hilo propio, pero como nadie le iba hacer ni puto caso más allá de los cuatro gatos que andamos por aquí, pues por aquí se cada.



A Dream In The Dark
Two Decades Of Okkervil River live
12 ALBUMS DELIVERED ONCE A MONTH FOR A YEAR





VOLUME ONE: ORCHESTRAL IN 2007







For Real (Slow Version)








https://www.adreaminthedark.com/


https://www.adreaminthedark.com/store

Gallardo, mejor todo aquí agrupadito. 

El otro día lo leí y me dije "pa qué cojones voy a poner nada en el foro". Estos lanzamientos consisten en directos de diversas épocas. Pero no creo que tarden en sacar algo nuevo, al ritmo que va la cabeza de ese hombre.

In A Light




It Hasn't Happened Yet

El señor Will Sheff saca su primer disco en solitario. Al parecer, no continuará más como Okkervil River. No creo que cambie mucho la cosa, el 99% del talento lo ponía él.

Si eres fan, te recomiendo que leas la carta:

Dear friends,

I have an exciting (and maybe pretty surprising) announcement to share…

I have a new album coming out!
And it’s a solo album!

I’d love to tell you about it.

A lot has changed in my life in the last few years. I left New York City after over a decade, and I drove across the country to California. I got sober. I got a dog. I lost some people who were very close to me. I weathered the last two years, like everybody. And I passed two decades fronting Okkervil River, which has been the main focus of my adult life.

During all these changes, I was writing. I wasn’t writing with any particular end in mind, or any big career goals, or anything to prove, really. I was just writing for the joy of writing and trying to capture – more than ever before – the music I wanted to hear played back to me, music with the kind of calm and confident depth that I hear in the records I’ve kept returning to all my life.

A lot of these songs were written with old friends, like Will and Ben from the last iteration of Okkervil River. And some of them were written with new friends like Christian Lee Hutson, one of the first people I met when I got to Los Angeles. When I had enough of these songs piled up, I called John Congleton and we booked a little studio, and Will and Ben I went in there with Christian and with the drummer Griffin Goldsmith from Dawes. We recorded all kinds of stuff, leaning heavily on playing the songs live in the room. Then I took those tracks home and started living with them and seeing what else they might need.

Eventually I decided these songs needed some friends, so I went out of town to do a little bit more writing. I took my dog with me, and I wrote in the mountains of Idyllwild overlooking Palm Springs, and I wrote in Joshua Tree in a little house on the corner of two streets made of dust and sand. And then I went and wrote at Griff’s cabin up in Green Valley Lake in the middle of a snowstorm. Then I got everybody back together – this time with pianist Zac Rae from Death Cab for Cutie – and we did another session, in the same studio but now with Matt Linesch recording.

As I was closing in on the final album, I called up some friends to sing with me - Cassandra Jenkins, Eric D. Johnson, Saundra Williams from the Dap-Kings, and Jonathan Meiburg. And then I called my friend Bret Curry and we drove into the mountains and shot the cover photo and it was all done.

At one point I was talking with Will Graefe and he told me these songs feel, to him, like a culmination of everything that’s happened to me over the last decade and also like some kind of new start. And he added, “Really, the whole thing sounds like a solo record.” And I realized he was right, and that this is what I’ve been building towards.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my changing feelings about rock and roll over the two decades that Okkervil River sailed the seven seas. I’ve been thinking a lot about what motivated me to start writing back at the beginning – all the good motivations and all the motivations that hadn’t been helping me anymore. I’ve been thinking about every move I’ve been proud of and every move I would now make differently. I’ve been thinking about how to live my life in the most genuine way that I can. And I think a lot of that thinking is reflected in this album, though not always directly. But, really, the album isn’t about thinking so much as it’s about feeling. And anyway, it’s done now, and I love it, and I’m moving forward.

The album is called Nothing Special – even though, to me right now, it’s the most special thing I have.

Thanks to everyone past and present who ever responded to my music and helped me make it. I love all of you, and I hope you’ll come with me as we move further on ahead.

Will

Portada del año, al menos.