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sammilc
21 September 2008 @ 10:57 am
Several people from Russia have added me as a friend on LJ. Now, this doesn't bother me so much- except that nobody else other than people I know in real life have added me here. I don't know how Russian people in particular are finding me, or why they're interested enough in me to add me as a friend. My profile is mostly private anyways so you can't read most of my posts. If any of you would care to explain this bizarre phenomenon I'd be very grateful :)
 
 
Current Location: living room
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: the birds singing outside
 
 
sammilc
07 April 2008 @ 07:59 pm
 
There is only one artist I have ever heard who can literally reduce me to a weeping mess in just a few songs. Elliott smith came into my proverbial radar a bit late; a friend introduced me to him a year or so ago with a mix CD of his ‘best of’. I listened to it obsessively. For months it didn’t leave my CD player. Finally I decided ‘I have to see this man live’ and started searching the internet for any upcoming dates. My friend, you see, had failed to tell me that Smith was dead.
 
The news, as I read it on his biography, hit me quite hard. Surprisingly hard, actually, considering I hadn’t been aware of him for so long. Such is the heart and emotion that is poured into every one of Elliott Smith’s mournful laments, I had only known of him a few months and already his music felt like a lifelong companion to me.
 
Taking on the task of writing a review of Elliott Smith is quite daunting to me. But before my friend told me about him, I had (I’m ashamed to say) never even heard of him, and I’ve met plenty of others since who haven’t either. So if by writing this I manage to direct another lost soul towards his music, I feel I’ll have done a good thing.
 
Elliott smith songs are rather like forgotten pages of a diary or postcards unsent. They are not grand or complex in the arrangements, but it’s clear that each song, each lyric, each word has been agonized over, scribbled out and re-written until it was perfect. They’re very personal, which is why, I guess, it’s so easy for them to get under your skin.
 
I find it more difficult to listen to him these days; in the beginning, for those first few months he was just a brilliant lyricist and talented artist, but how he’s a lost brilliant lyricist and talented artist. The tragedy of his death is something I find hard to deal with still, after all this time, but maybe that’s just me. The real tragedy would be to think that anybody would go their entire life without ever coming into contact with any of the little slices of tarnished gold that are his songs.

Sam xxxx

http://www.myspace.com/elliottsmithnewmoon  


http://www.sweetadeline.net/
 
 
Current Mood: melancholy
 
 
sammilc
27 March 2008 @ 06:23 pm
‘Nice’ isn’t a word I’d usually use to describe a band; it’s a bit non-descript and bland in most contexts.Whenever someone tells me something is 'nice' I can't help but think it's actually horrible and they're just being polite. But when it comes to The Rosewood Thieves, it just sums them up perfectly.

I was introduced to The Rosewood Thieves last year by a friend who lives in LA and they've been a solid and consistent part of my playlist ever since. There is only one thing I regret about having heard them and that's that they rest of the world hasn't caught up with me yet. These are definitely an 'on the brink' band; but until they get enough popularity to do a tour in the UK I'm stuck listening to them on record and pining for some live action (eh...easy). Give it a few years, soon they'll be on every media library and every ipod playlist in the country.

Their simple but beautiful guitar riffs accompanied by the delicate, crepe-paper voice of front man Erick Jordan give each of the songs on latest release ‘lonesome’ a heartbreakingly effortless feel. Their indie/folk rock style follows in the footsteps of John Lennon and Bob Dylan, and they have certainly not let their influences down. The melancholy nostalgia resounding through every track in this album offers a slither of insight into Jordan’s mind; just enough to satisfy and still keep you needing more. This is one of those albums that will get under your skin, into your brain and remain in your ears until you’ve worn out the headphones.
 

Sam xxxx 

www.myspace.com/therosewoodthieves


 
 
 
 

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