Yeah I am talking about that one. That was awesome but it felt like I was dancing and nobody around me was dancing. Maybe I was just really fucked up and couldn't tell. I was a big puddle of sweat at the end of it though
Post by Horned Gramma on Aug 21, 2012 14:09:39 GMT -8
Word. I don't mind helping out.
I love America so much. It is well documented that chuned percussion is the key to my cold black heart; not only that, but Deacon is fucking masterful at composing for marimbas, vibraphones, xylophones and glockenspiels. It has been my favorite part of his last two albums, and America has it in spades.
I don't love it as much as I love Bromst, but that would be REALLY difficult to do. It'll undoubtedly end up in my top five of the year, but the most exciting thing is that I get the feeling that this album is the one that comes before he does something that causes the entire world to shit its pants. That compositional suite that makes up the back half of America is a very strong indication of that.
It's also well documented that I'm a gazillion times less capable of eloquently expressing my love for music in written form, but I absolutely agree with all of that. For unimportant reasons, I had my first ever panic attack today...all while listening to that new fucking xx album. I'm enjoying it so far, but it definitely assisted in my downward spiral. I yanked that disc out of my player and put America in instead and it single-handedly brought me out of it. That dude is fucking brilliant at making me happy.
That dude is fucking brilliant at making me happy.
Seriously and for real. Don't ever miss an opportunity to see him perform, if at all possible. Happy overload. Hell, come down and see him in Portland in a couple months. It's the kind of experience that is tailor made for friends to experience together.
After I saw him a couple years ago, I didn't come down from my bliss-out for literally three weeks. For five years, I had a guilty tradition of going to see the new Saw movie every Halloween, but I saw Dan Deacon like a week before Halloween and even though it was Saw 3D I had to blow it off until after it left theaters because I didn't want to pollute my state of mind from the Dan Deacon show.
Even still, whenever I hear 'Snookered' or 'Big Milk', my mind dovetails into this place where I am overwhelmed with thoughts like, I should call my mother. I should quit smoking. I should exercise more. Not even joking, every time.