More of the sublime...
A few weeks back, I emailed Tomhop to ask whether it might be possible to get a deal if I bought two entire copies of his amazing sister's entire catalogue. Tom is amazing himself, and he used to be amazing alongside his amazing sister (Cindy) as GLORIA DELUXE, the single best band in America today.
I know this sounds hyperbolic, but truly... this band is the band that I heard and, never having written nonfiction or journalism of any kind, felt the need to pitch a music review, just to testify to the wonderfullness of the music!
Which, incidentally, resulted in me starting a "career" as a music reviewer, an UTNE reprint, and a wonderful correspondence with Grant at No Depression. Not to mention hours of blissful listening. That's a lot to get from a CD.
"A litle piece of faith just fell on me... and it's stretching out about as far as I can see..."
Anyways... Cindy wrote back and said she'd put something in the mail. Much to my absolute surprise, she sent me two copies of each CD for FREE!
Over the last few years, I had loaned out my copies and lost track of them. So now I'm listening to nothing else but Cindy's sweet flattened -out voice, which somethow manages irony and melancholy and sarcasm and raunch and love and faith all at once. And the saws and accordians and electric guitars and radios and things are good too.
She sounds like I'd imagine a sullied silent-film star might sound with a broken heart.
"Now how can I live without whiskey and money when I know that forever is such a long time?"
I know this sounds hyperbolic, but truly... this band is the band that I heard and, never having written nonfiction or journalism of any kind, felt the need to pitch a music review, just to testify to the wonderfullness of the music!
Which, incidentally, resulted in me starting a "career" as a music reviewer, an UTNE reprint, and a wonderful correspondence with Grant at No Depression. Not to mention hours of blissful listening. That's a lot to get from a CD.
"A litle piece of faith just fell on me... and it's stretching out about as far as I can see..."
Anyways... Cindy wrote back and said she'd put something in the mail. Much to my absolute surprise, she sent me two copies of each CD for FREE!
Over the last few years, I had loaned out my copies and lost track of them. So now I'm listening to nothing else but Cindy's sweet flattened -out voice, which somethow manages irony and melancholy and sarcasm and raunch and love and faith all at once. And the saws and accordians and electric guitars and radios and things are good too.
She sounds like I'd imagine a sullied silent-film star might sound with a broken heart.
"Now how can I live without whiskey and money when I know that forever is such a long time?"
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