My favourite song off Plastic Beach, and hey, who couldn’t do with a bathful of beer right now?
I know, I know, that’s three music videos off youtube in a row. What the hell kind of blog is this? A videos off youtube blog? No, no, no. New stuff soon, I promise x.
I’m in an indecipherably Icelandic mood.
Because I love the noise these people make together, because this song is ramshackle and tender, because I have always had a soft spot for songs that tell a little story about the bands that are singing them, and because lines like “and a love of all sweet music we just can’t let go” make the beleaguered romantic inside me smile all warmly like.
A beautiful tune which soundtracked a brilliant weekend, courtesy of Bell Orchestre. They’re Canadian. I think you can tell.
Sorry to keep banging on about this, but if we sell another, ooh, 15 copies I could probably buy some new shoes. Nice black ones with big clompy soles. That’s what I fancy anyway. Or some Vans.
Buy The Story of Grass for £3 from this online shop.
Or maybe you like it when my feet look like they’re in their own separate recession?
Well, that last post was possibly a little negative, so let’s feel the love.
Gus and I are thinking about making some actual greetings cards along the lines of this and the ones crudely rendered by me in this post. We think they’d be funny, but would anybody really buy them? To actually send to people? I suspect not, but at the very least they’ll look nice in a pile at Story of Grass HQ. Whaddaya reck?