Staring out a Rain-Spattered Window, Pondering My Own Angst, Single Tear Falling Down my Cheek
On Monday, Gawker posted this piece about the pending arrival of the new Arcade Fire CD. I smugly laughed and agreed with them. Those silly indie rock boys.
When GTB got home last night, he presented me with a little, black box of goodness in the form of the limited release, super special edition of Neon Bible. I haven’t looked all the way through it yet, but all I could see upon first inspection was that “limited edition” apparently means it comes with two flip books–you know, those little books that make a cartoon when you flip them quickly enough. “Pompous,” I thought to myself.
But then we listened to it.
Fuckin’ A, Bubba.
If you can get through track 6 (“Ocean of Noise”) without crying, well, you’re obviously not as big a sap as I am. But we probably already knew that (except you, GTB).
It’s true that this CD won’t cure cancer, but it’s the kind of album that makes me wonder how I’d be different today if I’d discovered it when I was in high school.
March 8th, 2007 at 1:08 pm
That is one excellent piece of text. Those crazy Pitchfork kids.
My life hasn’t changed since receiving my illegally-obtained copy of this album and I can’t remember the last time I cried. Hmm, perhaps I have some issues to work out.