SUNLIGHT BATHED THE GOLDEN GLOW by Felt.
We've had a few milestones today. Today is the first time we have dogsat for someone in our building. Martin and Lafayette (another labradoodle, but brown) played lazily for a few hours, earning her parents a night off and perhaps some brownie points for us. Arsenal played in the Netherlands and lost for the first time in 2007. The less said about that the better.
And this post marks our first song (in only 46 songs, but still) from the Eighties! It amazes me that Felt is not better known, but they're not. I found them cited as an influence on The Clientele, and it took me quite a few months to track down this album, "The Strange Idols Pattern and Other Short Stories." Sunlight Bathed The Golden Glow is characteristic of Felt's sound. It's no surprise that it's from 1984, but even so, it's got a really distinctive sound: guitars as dry and clear as a bell, almost ascetic in method, but used in a robust pop form. Lawrence Hayward's vocals are basically always described as "deadpan," but that's because it hits the nail on the head. You don't get the feeling he spent too long working out his vocals, because he had such a naturally singular delivery. And, as all good pop songs should do, Sunlight clocks in under three minutes! Enjoy!
LISTEN.
Photo: Magic hour.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
SUNLIGHT BATHED THE GOLDEN GLOW
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No to blog a bad point, but something that keeps me giggling...
The Dutch often drop the "n" at the end of words when pronouncing them. So pannenkoeken, for kitschy example, often gets said pannenkoeke with no "n."
So while leaving Utrecht last summer Angela and I saw one of the neatest stickers on a beat up opa fiets near the central train station. It read, "Fuck you, I'm from Eindhove!" The perfect blend of printed colloquial Dutch and English seemed to be spot on.
Anywho, sorry about the Gunner's loss, but our dear friend Maaike (Eindhoven area ex-pat living in London) seems pretty satisfied today.
I'm not too bothered. After they scored I just fast forwarded to the end, and got to my dinner sooner. Thanks for the story. It just fits every preconceived and conceived notion for me of how cool the Dutch are.
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