<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834</id><updated>2009-10-13T03:16:52.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the open road</title><subtitle type='html'>these are the days that must happen to you</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>669</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-1945333328515783058</id><published>2009-07-21T19:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:24:56.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alibi</title><content type='html'>There's no good video or audio for this song but here's a &lt;a href="http://www.bradleysalmanac.com/songs/2009-03-25-MountainGoats-SomervilleMA/27-MountainGoats-Alibi(live-solo).mp3"&gt;solo live version&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-1945333328515783058?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/1945333328515783058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=1945333328515783058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/1945333328515783058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/1945333328515783058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/07/alibi.html' title='Alibi'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-477497034519743722</id><published>2009-07-20T19:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:18:58.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #12</title><content type='html'>It's been officially more than a month that I started my "Mountain Goats appreciation month" but I'll continue for a little while longer anyway since I just feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;Today's song it called Alibi and is from the Babylon Springs EP. The meaning is obvious, although if you listen closely you can notice the doubting undertones (but maybe that's just me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off work just past 11&lt;br /&gt;Laid one finger to the breeze&lt;br /&gt;You can almost taste the action&lt;br /&gt;On nights like these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees were bending in the wind&lt;br /&gt;And you were 40 miles away&lt;br /&gt;And I was headed your direction&lt;br /&gt;I'd been waiting all day, I'd been waiting all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon over West Covina&lt;br /&gt;Was huge and white&lt;br /&gt;And I was like a patient on a table&lt;br /&gt;Headed toward the light&lt;br /&gt;Leaned toward the center divider&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;Keep a light up in your window&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be right there, I'm gonna be right there&lt;br /&gt;With a gleam in my eye&lt;br /&gt;and an almost airtight alibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Chemistry building&lt;br /&gt;I found a quiet place to park&lt;br /&gt;And I made my way down the street toward your place&lt;br /&gt;Stepping lightly in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Climbed the steps up to your doorway&lt;br /&gt;Like a man prepared to jump beneath a train&lt;br /&gt;It's real warm outside tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow it rains, maybe tomorrow it rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside your room we shut the window&lt;br /&gt;And we turned on a fan&lt;br /&gt;And we lay there together in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I can keep a secret if you can&lt;br /&gt;Finishing one another's sentences&lt;br /&gt;Like a pair of identical twins&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend's out of town until Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;And nobody saw me come in, nobody saw me come in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a gleam in my eye and an almost airtight alibi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-477497034519743722?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/477497034519743722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=477497034519743722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/477497034519743722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/477497034519743722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/07/mountain-goats-appreciation-month-12.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month #12'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-6624580616541447217</id><published>2009-07-11T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:32:22.775+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Myers Resplendent</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fdRDCwojD7Y&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fdRDCwojD7Y&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mountain-goats.com/songs/MichaelMyersResplendent.mp3"&gt;audio only (demo version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-6624580616541447217?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/6624580616541447217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=6624580616541447217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/6624580616541447217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/6624580616541447217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-myers-resplendent.html' title='Michael Myers Resplendent'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-940069759698925468</id><published>2009-07-10T10:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:09:49.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #11</title><content type='html'>This is one of John Darnielle's newer songs from the 2008 album "Heretic Pride". I like it for its sound and the chorus lyrics (you should really listen to it). If you take the story it tells then it's about the death of Michael Myers in "Halloween II" and/or the actor playing it. (John has this fascination among other things with horror movies and monsters.)&lt;br /&gt;JB says the song is arguably "about a negative epiphany arrived at through the glory of progressive trance." I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Myers Resplendent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for my close up today&lt;br /&gt;Too long I've let my self-respect stand in my way&lt;br /&gt;Well the prom queen's caught in the high beams&lt;br /&gt;And the strings keen it's a big scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the house goes up in flames&lt;br /&gt;No one emerges triumphantly from it&lt;br /&gt;When the scum begins to circle the drain&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves a winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent eight hours in my make-up chair&lt;br /&gt;Waxed my chest and shaved off all my hair&lt;br /&gt;Well the fire's bright and the frame's tight&lt;br /&gt;Try to get right while we've still got light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the house goes up in flames&lt;br /&gt;No one emerges triumphantly from it&lt;br /&gt;When the scum begins to circle the drain&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves a winner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-6642200289997582581</id><published>2009-07-09T21:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:21:40.494+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So Desperate</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqLqi7DwtN8&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqLqi7DwtN8&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itallstarted.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/06-so-desperate.mp3"&gt;audio only&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-6642200289997582581?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/6642200289997582581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=6642200289997582581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/6642200289997582581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/6642200289997582581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/07/audio-only.html' title='So Desperate'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-7886293873204160738</id><published>2009-07-08T21:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:22:52.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #10</title><content type='html'>JD wrote that is "a love song about people who're involved with each other when  they probably shouldn't be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were parked in your car&lt;br /&gt;In our neutral meeting place&lt;br /&gt;The Episcopalian church yard&lt;br /&gt;I had things I had been meaning to say&lt;br /&gt;But in the dazzling winter sunlight&lt;br /&gt;I could feel them melt away&lt;br /&gt;And through the warm radio static&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t hear my stage directions&lt;br /&gt;And the fog on the windshield obscured our sad reflections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so desperate&lt;br /&gt;In your arms&lt;br /&gt;I felt so desperate&lt;br /&gt;In your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were parked near some trees&lt;br /&gt;And the moonlight soaked the branches in ever deepening degrees&lt;br /&gt;Had my hand in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep my cool&lt;br /&gt;Til it became to much to bear&lt;br /&gt;When we cracked the windows open&lt;br /&gt;Well the air was just so sweet&lt;br /&gt;We could hear the cars ten feet away&lt;br /&gt;Out there on the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so desperate&lt;br /&gt;In your arms&lt;br /&gt;I felt so desperate&lt;br /&gt;In your arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-7886293873204160738?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/7886293873204160738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=7886293873204160738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/7886293873204160738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/7886293873204160738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/07/mountain-goats-appreciation-month-10.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month #10'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-3001568084996248782</id><published>2009-07-01T19:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:03:09.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #9</title><content type='html'>After talking about a Mountain Goats song that's actually an Extra Glenns song I'm going to take it one step further now and talk about a cover song next.&lt;br /&gt;It's an acoustic cover/mashup of "The boys are back in town"(Thin Lizzy) and "Ignition [Remix]" (R.Kelly). &lt;br /&gt;As it's not a Mountain Goats song it's not about fucked up people in fucked up situations! Great, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="player"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://fuckyeahthemountaingoats.tumblr.com/javascript/tumblelog.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span id="audio_player_126317468"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" target="_blank"&gt;Flash 9&lt;/a&gt; is required to listen to audio.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;replaceIfFlash9("audio_player_126317468",'&lt;div class="audio_player"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://fuckyeahthemountaingoats.tumblr.com/swf/audio_player_black.swf?audio_file=http://www.tumblr.com/audio_file/126317468/vmxTP3zh8ovsjzh9rcAeVawT&amp;color=FFFFFF" height="27" width="207" quality="best"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hypem.com/track/142248"&gt;the Mountain Goats - The Boys Are Back In Town (Thin Lizzy)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting the lyrics anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who just got back today?&lt;br /&gt;Them wild-eyed boys who had been away&lt;br /&gt;Hadn't changed, hadn't much to say&lt;br /&gt;I still think those guys are great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were asking if you'd been around&lt;br /&gt;How you was, where you could be found&lt;br /&gt;Told 'em you were living downtown&lt;br /&gt;Driving all the old men crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are back in town&lt;br /&gt;(The boys are back in town)&lt;br /&gt;The boys are back in town&lt;br /&gt;(the boys are back in town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;You remember that chick who used to dance a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Every night she'd be on the floor, shaking what she'd got&lt;br /&gt;Man, when I tell you was cool, she was red hot&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she was steaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that time over at Johnny's place&lt;br /&gt;Well this chick she got up and she slapped Johnny's face&lt;br /&gt;Man, we just fell about the place&lt;br /&gt;If that chick don't wanna know, then forget her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;The boys are back in town&lt;br /&gt;(the boys are back in town)&lt;br /&gt;the boys are back in town&lt;br /&gt;(the boys are back in town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread the word around&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's back in town&lt;br /&gt;           Spread the word around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night they'll be dressed to kill&lt;br /&gt;Down at Dino's bar and grill&lt;br /&gt;Drink will flow and blood will spill&lt;br /&gt;And if the boys wanna fight, you better let 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;The nights are getting warmer, it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;Won't be long till summer comes&lt;br /&gt;Now that the boys are here again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are back in town&lt;br /&gt;(The boys are back in town)&lt;br /&gt;I said the boys are back in town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are back in town&lt;br /&gt;(the boys are back, the boys are back, the boys are back)&lt;br /&gt;The boys are back in town, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the remix to ignition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and fresh out the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Mama rollin' that body&lt;br /&gt;Got every man in here wishin'&lt;br /&gt;Sippin' on Coke and rum&lt;br /&gt;I'm like so what I'm drunk&lt;br /&gt;It's the freakin' weekend baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to have me some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal poppin in the stretch navigator&lt;br /&gt;We got food everywhere&lt;br /&gt;as if this party was catered&lt;br /&gt;Fellas on my left&lt;br /&gt;And honeys to my right&lt;br /&gt;You put em both together&lt;br /&gt;And we'll party all night, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-3001568084996248782?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/3001568084996248782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=3001568084996248782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/3001568084996248782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/3001568084996248782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/07/mountain-goats-appreciation-month-9.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month #9'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-1114238537137438641</id><published>2009-06-29T18:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:54:05.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #8</title><content type='html'>I have to explain a few things about this song: First of all, "officially" it's not a Mountain Goats song but rather by the "Extra Glenns" - a side project of John Darnielle. Nevertheless, John sometimes sings this one at Mountain Goats concerts as well.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it's part of the "Going to ..." series of songs. The "Going to" series basically deals with the notion that people think going to other places will change anything, e.g. improve an relationship, when it does not. There are roughly about 45 "Going to" songs so far that John wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Let's turn to the song. It actually seems very similar to "No Children" to me, maybe not as extreme (or some time before in the chronology of things). Still the idea is that it's about a dysfunctional relationship. Though in this case one where there's still some feeling that just doesn't go away.&lt;br /&gt;I especially love the line "our love is like Jesus, but worse, though you seal the cave up where you've lain its body, it rises." Pure genius!&lt;br /&gt;By the way: I formed the theory that all Mountain Goats songs are about fucked up people in fucked up situations! I think that summons it up quite nicely. You agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Marrakesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog is lifting from the water&lt;br /&gt;the bells are sounding on the boats&lt;br /&gt;and our love is a monster plain and simple&lt;br /&gt;though you weigh it down with stones to try to drown it&lt;br /&gt;it floats&lt;br /&gt;it floats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of reckoning is coming&lt;br /&gt;faster than anyone here realizes&lt;br /&gt;and our love is like Jesus, but worse&lt;br /&gt;though you seal the cave up where you've lain its body&lt;br /&gt;it rises&lt;br /&gt;it rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for our love to die&lt;br /&gt;the machines by its bed dim and flicker, but it won't stay dead&lt;br /&gt;and it perks up when the nurses bring its medication by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish our love could go the way of all flesh&lt;br /&gt;but it's not right, and its not nice&lt;br /&gt;to try and kill the same thing twice&lt;br /&gt;would you pack your things?&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Marrakesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-1114238537137438641?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/1114238537137438641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=1114238537137438641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/1114238537137438641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/1114238537137438641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/mountain-goats-appreciation-month-8.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month #8'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-8608954455121233605</id><published>2009-06-28T19:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:00:51.489+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Love Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7AUZY06UMn8&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7AUZY06UMn8&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia301120.us.archive.org/2/items/tmg2004-10-18/tmg2004-10-18d1t06_vbr.mp3"&gt;audio only&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ia301120.us.archive.org/2/items/tmg2004-10-18/tmg2004-10-18d1t06_vbr.mp3"&gt;audio only (live)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-8608954455121233605?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/8608954455121233605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=8608954455121233605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/8608954455121233605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/8608954455121233605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-love-love.html' title='Love Love Love'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-3866714478361024252</id><published>2009-06-27T19:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:43:59.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #7</title><content type='html'>Another complicated love song by the Mountain Goats. I'm not going to explain all the references (google is your friend!). In fact, I'm not going to explain this song at all! Try to listen to it and find your own meaning.&lt;br /&gt;However, I found this Nietzsche quote in reference to this song and found it quite fitting: &lt;br /&gt;"That which is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil." ("Was aus Liebe getan wird, geschieht immer jenseits von Gut und Böse.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Saul fell on his sword&lt;br /&gt;When it all went wrong&lt;br /&gt;And Joseph's brother sold him down the river&lt;br /&gt;For a song&lt;br /&gt;And Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm in his glove&lt;br /&gt;some things you do for money&lt;br /&gt;and some you do for love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raskalnikov felt sick&lt;br /&gt;But he couldn't say why&lt;br /&gt;When he saw his face reflected&lt;br /&gt;In his victim's twinkling eye&lt;br /&gt;Some things you do for money&lt;br /&gt;And some you'll do for fun&lt;br /&gt;But the things you do for love&lt;br /&gt;Are gonna come back to you one by one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love is gonna lead you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Into a white and soundless place&lt;br /&gt;Now we see this&lt;br /&gt;As in a mirror dimly&lt;br /&gt;Then we shall see each other&lt;br /&gt;Face to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And way out in Seattle&lt;br /&gt;Young Kurt Cobain&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out to the garden&lt;br /&gt;Put a bullet in his brain&lt;br /&gt;Snakes in the grass beneath our feet&lt;br /&gt;Rain in the clouds above&lt;br /&gt;Some moments last forever&lt;br /&gt;And some flare out with love love love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-3866714478361024252?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/3866714478361024252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=3866714478361024252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/3866714478361024252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/3866714478361024252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/mountain-goats-appreciation-month-7.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month #7'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-5763365982060047734</id><published>2009-06-26T15:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:19:50.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Palmcorder Yajna</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISD0KqgeCrQ&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ISD0KqgeCrQ&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.cissme.com/streaming/bgroup-us/dl/4ad/mount/cad2401cd-02.mp3"&gt;audio only&lt;/a&gt; (album version)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-5763365982060047734?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/5763365982060047734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=5763365982060047734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/5763365982060047734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/5763365982060047734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/palmcorder-yajna.html' title='Palmcorder Yajna'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-3301063300391194201</id><published>2009-06-25T19:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:15:08.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/red_one/2096285423/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2029/2096285423_0e80797561_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Palmcorder Yajna" was one of the first Mountain Goats songs I heard and I initially liked it a lot for its frantic mood (almost angry) and obscure lyrics. Only later did I understand the dark undertones and real meaning of the words. &lt;br /&gt;The song is from the "We Shall All Be Healed" album, as is "Your Belgian Things", and also deals with the same group of meth addicts. And while "Your Belgian Things" is about the aftermath of the mess, this one is about the climax.&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of people are holed up in a motel room, maybe set up a meth lab there. Everybody is getting real nervous: "Every couple minutes someone says he can't stand it anymore."&lt;br /&gt;One of the symbols used here is fire. "If anybody comes in to our room while we're asleep / I hope they incinerate everybody in it." The Sanskrit/Hindu term "Yajna" from the title is a ritual sacrifice, usually by fire. The narrator is wishing for a cleansing to resolve this whole fucked up situation. &lt;br /&gt;In his dreams the narrator moves from paranoia to wishful thinking of dream fulfilment to death. &lt;br /&gt;"And I dreamt of a factory,&lt;br /&gt;Where they manufactured what I needed,&lt;br /&gt;Using shiny new machines,&lt;br /&gt;And the headstones climbed up the hills"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recurring last line of the chorus about the "headstones climbing up the hills" is a premonition of death. The headstones could be the living dead or the as good as dead still alive, the boundary between live and death blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palmcorder Yajna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holt Boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Between Gary and White&lt;br /&gt;Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge&lt;br /&gt;Set ourselves up for the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpenter ants in the dresser&lt;br /&gt;Flies in the screen&lt;br /&gt;It will be too late by the time we learn&lt;br /&gt;What these cryptic symbols mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamt of a house&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by all you tweakers with your hands out&lt;br /&gt;And the headstones climbed up the hills&lt;br /&gt;And the headstones climbed up the hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send somebody out for soda&lt;br /&gt;Comb through the carpet for clues&lt;br /&gt;Reflective tape on our sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;Big holes in our shoes&lt;br /&gt;Every couple minutes someone says he can't stand it any more&lt;br /&gt;Laugh lines on our faces&lt;br /&gt;Scale maps of the ocean floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamt of a camera&lt;br /&gt;Pointing out from inside the televsion&lt;br /&gt;And the aperture yawning and blinking&lt;br /&gt;And the headstones climbed up the hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody comes to see me&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em they just missed me by a minute&lt;br /&gt;If anybody comes in to our room while we're asleep&lt;br /&gt;I hope they incinerate everybody in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamt of a factory&lt;br /&gt;Where they manufactured what I needed&lt;br /&gt;Using shiny new machines&lt;br /&gt;And the headstones climbed up the hills&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-3301063300391194201?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/3301063300391194201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=3301063300391194201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/3301063300391194201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/3301063300391194201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/mountain-goats-appreciation-month-6.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month #6'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-8520485733654719178</id><published>2009-06-24T12:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:55:26.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>International Small Arms Traffic Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHHha5yBjio&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CHHha5yBjio&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/tmg2009-02-25.schoeps_cmc34_24bit/john_darnielle_20090225_2448_cmc34_26_vbr.mp"&gt;Audio only (live)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-8520485733654719178?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/8520485733654719178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=8520485733654719178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/8520485733654719178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/8520485733654719178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/international-small-arms-traffic-blues.html' title='International Small Arms Traffic Blues'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-8495636155511810934</id><published>2009-06-23T10:40:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:14:11.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/red_one/2866609666/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3205/2866609666_c532d64586_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"International Small Arms Traffic Blues" is another "alpha cycle" song from the "Tallahassee" album dealing with the dysfunctional couple that is also featured in "No Children". It's a short sonnet-like love poem that starts darkly, ominously with bad things about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;The format and style reminds me of Shakespeare. Compare the following to the song's lyrics below:&lt;br /&gt;"My love is as a fever, longing still,&lt;br /&gt;For that which longer nurseth the disease,&lt;br /&gt;Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,&lt;br /&gt;The uncertain sickly appetite to please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it's made clear in the lyrics, the relationship is in a delicate state and things are about to get much worse. The funny metaphors are, as always, deadly serious and bittersweet. Nevertheless, the songs ends with the line "The way I feel about you baby can't explain it, You got the best of my love". Go figure. As Imogen Heap sings: "there’s beauty in breakdown".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Small Arms Traffic Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is like a powder keg&lt;br /&gt;My love is like a powder keg in the corner of an empty warehouse&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere just outside of town&lt;br /&gt;About to burn down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is like a Cuban plane&lt;br /&gt;My love is like a Cuban plane flying from Havana&lt;br /&gt;Up the Florida coast to the 'Glades&lt;br /&gt;Soviet made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania&lt;br /&gt;Trucks loaded down with weapons&lt;br /&gt;Crossing over every night&lt;br /&gt;Moon yellow and bright&lt;br /&gt;There is a shortage in the blood supply&lt;br /&gt;But there is no shortage of blood&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel about you baby can't explain it&lt;br /&gt;You got the best of my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-8495636155511810934?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/8495636155511810934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=8495636155511810934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/8495636155511810934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/8495636155511810934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/mountain-goats-appreciation-month-5.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month #5'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-7834820836699859434</id><published>2009-06-22T18:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:40:23.285+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYCzDhaRV60&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fYCzDhaRV60&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-7834820836699859434?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/7834820836699859434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=7834820836699859434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/7834820836699859434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/7834820836699859434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-year.html' title='This Year'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-6377265186940933451</id><published>2009-06-21T18:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:53:34.717+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/red_one/408543370/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/408543370_e5c25b1414_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"This year" is one of the more upbeat songs by the Mountain Goats although you can easily detect the issues, namely John's abusive father who shows up in several songs. It's about breaking free from the restrains put on a kid by school and family and holding out until that actually happens. For a while you lose yourself to the road and Cathy (herself damaged goods as well - "twin high maintenance machines") but in the end you have to return home and face the "bad things to come". &lt;br /&gt;What remains is elusive hope for the "feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year" - a line borrowed from the Jewish holiday of Passover that celebrates the deliverance of the Jewish people from Egypt and the return to the promised land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke free on a Saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;I put the pedal to the floor&lt;br /&gt;headed north on mills avenue&lt;br /&gt;and listened to the engine roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken house behind me&lt;br /&gt;and good things ahead&lt;br /&gt;a girl named Cathy&lt;br /&gt;wants a little of my time&lt;br /&gt;six cylinders underneath the hood&lt;br /&gt;crashing and kicking&lt;br /&gt;aha!&lt;br /&gt;listen to the engine whine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make it through this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make it though this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played video games in a drunken haze&lt;br /&gt;I was seventeen years young&lt;br /&gt;hurt my knuckles punching the machines&lt;br /&gt;the taste of scotch rich on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Cathy showed up&lt;br /&gt;and we hung out&lt;br /&gt;trading swigs from a bottle&lt;br /&gt;all bitter and clean&lt;br /&gt;locking eyes&lt;br /&gt;holding hands&lt;br /&gt;twin high maintenance machines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make it through this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make it though this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home in the California dusk&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum&lt;br /&gt;pictured the look on my stepfather's face&lt;br /&gt;ready for the bad things to come&lt;br /&gt;I down shifted&lt;br /&gt;as I pulled into the driveway&lt;br /&gt;the motor screaming out&lt;br /&gt;stuck in second gear&lt;br /&gt;the scene ends badly&lt;br /&gt;as you might imagine&lt;br /&gt;in a cavalcade of anger and fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be feasting and dancing&lt;br /&gt;in Jerusalem next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make it through this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make it though this year&lt;br /&gt;if it kills me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-6377265186940933451?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/6377265186940933451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=6377265186940933451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/6377265186940933451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/6377265186940933451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/mountain-goats-appreciation-month-4.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month #4'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-7269876984216647390</id><published>2009-06-20T17:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:58:33.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Belgian Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9a_ge04w18&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9a_ge04w18&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lostinyourinbox.com/resources/music/06%20Your%20Belgian%20Things.mp3"&gt;album version&lt;/a&gt; from "We Shall All Be Healed"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-7269876984216647390?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/7269876984216647390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=7269876984216647390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/7269876984216647390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/7269876984216647390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-belgian-things.html' title='Your Belgian Things'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-6358396718654219448</id><published>2009-06-19T17:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:50:43.495+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/red_one/2863442375/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2863442375_f51fc021f9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one of the quieter songs by the Mountain Goats similar to a lot of the newer material. Less aggressive than the 2 songs posted so far "Your Belgian Things" deals with loss and things coming to an end. While I always thought this song deals with the end of a relationship it's actually about the seizure of a drug lab. &lt;br /&gt;The album "We Shall All Be Healed" deals with a group of meth heads and their mess of a life and "Your Belgian Things" details the removal of a friend's belongings from their house. It's not clear if the person died (there are indications that the lab might have blown up) or was jailed. But it's clear that this is the end: "I wish you had a number where you are / It's hard with no one here to help me through it". The sense of loss and displacement is apparent in every line and is exaggerated by the strange spectacle of the men in biohazard suits cleaning up the place. At the end of the song the narrator's account breaks down, overcome with emotion, with the poignant line "I guess, I guess but Jesus what a mess".&lt;br /&gt;Musically the album version of the song stands out for it's use of a piano, it's sound hovering in the background. Overall the sound is quote solemn, paced - fitting for the occasion I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Belgian Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men were here to get your Belgian things&lt;br /&gt;They'll store them for you in an airplane hangar&lt;br /&gt;There's guys in biohazard suits&lt;br /&gt;Mud kicking on their rubber boots&lt;br /&gt;They've come to keep your pretty things from danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men were here to get your Belgian things&lt;br /&gt;They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs&lt;br /&gt;I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures&lt;br /&gt;My camera groans beneath the weight it bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Playing the points for all you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Walking gingerly across the bruised earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men were here to get your Belgian things&lt;br /&gt;They waltzed right through the door and went flourescent&lt;br /&gt;Their boots were black and shiny and your treasures gleamed like stars&lt;br /&gt;Bones from deep down in the fertile crescent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arteries are clogging in the mainframe&lt;br /&gt;There's too much information in the pipes&lt;br /&gt;I saw the mess you left up in the east bedroom&lt;br /&gt;A tiger's never gonna change its stripes&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;I guess but Jesus what a mess&lt;br /&gt;One way in and no way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men were here to get your Belgian things&lt;br /&gt;And only I was here to see them do it&lt;br /&gt;I wish you had a number where you are&lt;br /&gt;It's hard with no one here to help me through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Playing the points for all you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Walking gingerly across the bruised earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-6358396718654219448?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/6358396718654219448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=6358396718654219448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/6358396718654219448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/6358396718654219448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/mountain-goats-appreciation-month-3.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month #3'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-2159831831297911888</id><published>2009-06-18T12:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:28:26.449+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPy_fiv3sAw&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPy_fiv3sAw&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-2159831831297911888?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/2159831831297911888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=2159831831297911888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/2159831831297911888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/2159831831297911888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-children.html' title='No Children'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-6070769762449030705</id><published>2009-06-17T12:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:51:03.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/red_one/2864272424/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2864272424_74635eae87_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is another crowd pleaser, not only because it allows you to scream "I hope you die, I hope we both die" at the top of your voice. People know this song by heart and sing along enthusiastically. The best example of this is this one &lt;a href="http://largeheartedboy.dreamhosters.com/Mountain%20Goats%20-%20No%20Children%20live.mp3"&gt;live recording&lt;/a&gt; of a concert where John list his voice and the whole audience sang for him. &lt;br /&gt;"No children" is a song that is truly unapologetically, unflinchingly nihilistic. It records the climax of a dysfunctional relationship, from the "Tallahasse" concept album that deals with a couple moving to Florida. John often calls it a "hateful little song" and tells the audience that "there will come a day when you mean it". It's the realization that along with the rest of the Mountain Goats songs this is not a joke but a heartfelt record of a relationship train wreck and that spelling it out in such detail is a catharsis "emotional cleansing" rather than a mental breakdown and crude accusation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that our few remaining friends&lt;br /&gt;Give up on trying to save us&lt;br /&gt;I hope we come up with a failsafe plot&lt;br /&gt;To piss off the dumb few that forgave us&lt;br /&gt;I hope the fences we mended&lt;br /&gt;Fall down beneath their own weight&lt;br /&gt;And I hope we hang on past the last exit&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's already too late&lt;br /&gt;And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here&lt;br /&gt;Someday burns down&lt;br /&gt;And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away&lt;br /&gt;And I never come back to this town&lt;br /&gt;Again in my life&lt;br /&gt;I hope I lie&lt;br /&gt;And tell everyone you were a good wife&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you die&lt;br /&gt;I hope we both die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I hope it bleeds all day long&lt;br /&gt;Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises&lt;br /&gt;We're pretty sure they're all wrong&lt;br /&gt;I hope it stays dark forever&lt;br /&gt;I hope the worst isn't over&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you blink before I do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I hope I never get sober&lt;br /&gt;And I hope when you think of me years down the line&lt;br /&gt;You can't find one good thing to say&lt;br /&gt;And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out&lt;br /&gt;You'd stay the hell out of my way&lt;br /&gt;I am drowning&lt;br /&gt;There is no sign of land&lt;br /&gt;You are coming down with me&lt;br /&gt;Hand in unlovable hand&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you die&lt;br /&gt;I hope we both die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-6070769762449030705?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/6070769762449030705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=6070769762449030705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/6070769762449030705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/6070769762449030705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/mountain-goats-appreciation-month-2.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month #2'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-8361713920538512681</id><published>2009-06-16T12:00:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:43:37.841+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Ever Death Metal Band out of Denton</title><content type='html'>For those of you you actually wondered how the song sounds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1fKcROeuvCI&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1fKcROeuvCI&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video quality is not very good on this one but the audio is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ipickmynose.com/mp3s/34/01%20The%20Best%20Ever%20Death%20Metal%20Band%20In%20Denton.mp3"&gt;Just audio&lt;/a&gt; (as recorded on the album "All Hail West Texas").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-8361713920538512681?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/8361713920538512681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=8361713920538512681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/8361713920538512681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/8361713920538512681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-ever-death-metal-band-out-of.html' title='The Best Ever Death Metal Band out of Denton'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-2411412915852401915</id><published>2009-06-15T14:02:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T17:51:43.709+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Goats appreciation month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/red_one/2096284375/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/2096284375_6582a9900b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hereby declare this to be the &lt;a href="http://www.mountain-goats.com/"&gt;Mountain Goats&lt;/a&gt; appreciation month! &lt;br /&gt;The Mountain Goats have been my favorite Band for quite a few years now and John Darnielle is pure genius in my eyes (forget Morrissey). I managed to see them live 5 times so far and treasure those moments dearly. This month I want to present to you, my dear reader, some of the awesome, heartfelt, downright crazy lyrics of John Darnielle. &lt;br /&gt;It's extremely hard for me to come up with a top 10 list of tMG songs, but among the top contenders, after weeks of debate, is always, and has always been "The Best Ever Death Metal Band out of Denton."&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple, short song that might struck some people as cheesy, over the top, maybe too comical. But the truth is that it's truly heartfelt! Much like "Summer of 69" it's a story about youth and a getting together a band. But it's also a story about crushed dreams and sticking true to what you believe in. It's a song about believing in yourself and not give a fuck about what anybody else tries to tell you you can't do. That's why it's one of the strongest, best-loved songs of tMG. John usually reserves this for the end of the concert (if he plays it at all) and when he does everybody is singing along down to the frenetic "Hail Satan!" chorus. It's a true experience to stand in a crowd at that moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Ever Death Metal Band out of Denton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best ever death metal band out of Denton&lt;br /&gt;were a couple of guys, who'd been friends since grade school.&lt;br /&gt;One was named Cyrus, and the other was Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;and they practiced twice a week in Jeff's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best ever death metal band out of Denton&lt;br /&gt;never settled on a name.&lt;br /&gt;But the top three contenders, after weeks of debate,&lt;br /&gt;were Satan's Fingers, and the Killers, and the Hospital Bombers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Cyrus believed in their hearts they were headed&lt;br /&gt;for stage lights and Learjets, and fortune and fame.&lt;br /&gt;so in script that made prominent use of a pentagram,&lt;br /&gt;they stenciled their drumheads and guitars with their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how Cyrus got sent to the school &lt;br /&gt;where they told him he'd never be famous.&lt;br /&gt;And this was why Jeff, &lt;br /&gt;in the letters he'd write to his friend,&lt;br /&gt;helped develop a plan to get even.&lt;br /&gt;When you punish a person for dreaming his dream,&lt;br /&gt;don't expect him to thank or forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best ever death metal band out of Denton&lt;br /&gt;will in time both outpace and outlive you.&lt;br /&gt;Hail Satan!&lt;br /&gt;Hail Satan tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Hail Satan!&lt;br /&gt;Hail Hail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-2411412915852401915?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/2411412915852401915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=2411412915852401915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/2411412915852401915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/2411412915852401915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/mountain-goats-appreciation-month.html' title='Mountain Goats appreciation month'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-8926033523224734332</id><published>2009-06-02T18:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:01:45.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Immergut</title><content type='html'>It's always hard to write something is retrospect when you've already started thinking about other things... But here we go:&lt;br /&gt;Immergut was great! Better than last year. Almost as good as 3 years ago when I came for the first time. This year I went there with Susanne, Susanna and some other people. Vroni was sadly missed as she went to Hay on Wye this year.&lt;br /&gt;The lineup looked good but not great. (I would have preferred more international bands.) But in the end the bands that I heard were excellent and I had a great time with them. The weather was good as well (although it was freezing cold at night).&lt;br /&gt;It would be much too hard to recall every band I saw every day but here are some of my favorite moments:&lt;br /&gt;- Ollie Schulz with his amazing "Detektiv Ärmchen" blow-up octopus.&lt;br /&gt;- The Whitest Boy Alive (although they didn't quite rock)&lt;br /&gt;- oldie-but-goldie Die Sterne - great to see the crowd explode to "Was hat dich bloß so ruiniert"&lt;br /&gt;- Friska Viljor: out of the left field Scandinavian party machine&lt;br /&gt;- Kettcar!&lt;br /&gt;- The Soundtrack of Our Lives: OMG!!! The Seventies are alive and kicking. Psychedelic, out of this world, one of the great concert moments of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-8926033523224734332?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/8926033523224734332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=8926033523224734332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/8926033523224734332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/8926033523224734332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/immergut.html' title='Immergut'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-2646332145825204292</id><published>2009-06-01T13:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:30:06.077+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Immergut pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.flickr.com/slideShow/index.gne?user_id=66688165@N00&amp;amp;set_id=72157618958320753" align="middle" frameborder="0" height="500" scrolling="no" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-2646332145825204292?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/2646332145825204292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=2646332145825204292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/2646332145825204292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/2646332145825204292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/06/immergut-pictures.html' title='Immergut pictures'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20400834.post-3830846336601401663</id><published>2009-05-31T15:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:33:10.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'>back in Berlin</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Berlin after a great weekend at the Immergut Festival. Stay tuned for details band reviews and load of pictures. Right now I need some sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20400834-3830846336601401663?l=wolschon.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/feeds/3830846336601401663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20400834&amp;postID=3830846336601401663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/3830846336601401663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20400834/posts/default/3830846336601401663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wolschon.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-berlin.html' title='back in Berlin'/><author><name>Stephan Wolschon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09868002511768004252</uri><email>stephan.wolschon@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14440028384160529691'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>