Showing posts with label Purple Mountains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Purple Mountains. Show all posts
Mar 20, 2020
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Oct 19, 2019
Late Homework • The Songs of David Berman • 2019
There is an idea that poetry is not the poem itself, but rather the small tidbit here and there that you are able to find, make meaningful connections with. and carry with you in your heart. This is certainly true of what it’s like exploring the absurd yet strangely dignified world of David Berman. In every piece of his writing at any point you might stumble upon the most stunning view of the miraculous beauty of decaying American life. Every line had the same opportunity to blow your mind with it’s brutal and transformative honesty, achingly encompassing a landscape of tragedy-turned-comedy and vice-versa.
Oct 8, 2019
Approaching Perfection • A Tribute to DC Berman • 2019
« The idea came from my friend Baptiste Fick, who taught me two decades ago how to play How To Rent a Room on a guitar. “What if we organized a tribute compilation of David Berman?” As is customary at Section 26, I responded : “Let’s do it. We’ll think about it afterwards.” The musicians we started to contact reacted the same way, with short and direct answers. We often got a modest : “I’m in, buddy!” Sometimes, we’d receive whole testimonies of an encounter, an interaction with David Berman around Jewish mysticism, or teenage memories which obviously struck a chord with Baptiste and me. Even the most legitimate refusals were encouraging. Xavier Mazure
Aug 8, 2019
RIP David Berman • 1967-2019
There’s a trapdoor in the country where we can disappear.
These giant evergreens are a promise redeemed
Let’s walk down the glassy top of a frozen pasture stream
Our minds can dream like soda machines
“I’m not convinced I have fans. In my whole life, I’ve had maybe 10 people who have told me how much my music means to them.”
We’re gonna take a ride in the dirt, we’re gonna die til it doesn’t hurt, then they can bury us side by side.
“Room Games & Diamond Rain”
“It’s distressing to do this, but if I’m to grow, I have to do things that I didn’t do a long time ago. I’m tired. I need to take a few risks. I can’t keep living like this.” the ringer
I asked a painter why the roads are coloured black.
He said, “Steve, it’s because people leave
and no highway will bring them back.”
‘Random Rules‘
David Berman talks about the end of Silver Jews, the rise of Purple Mountains, every song on their self-titled debut… July 12th, 2019
Darkness and cold, darkness and cold
Rolled in through the holes in the stories I told
Conditions I'm wishing weren't taking control
Darkness and cold, darkness and cold
"Darkness and Cold"
Darkness and cold, darkness and cold
Rolled in through the holes in the stories I told
Conditions I'm wishing weren't taking control
Darkness and cold, darkness and cold
"Darkness and Cold"
What’s with all these handsome grandsons in rock band magazines? What have they done with the fat ones, the bald and the goatee’d?
“Strange Victory, Strange Defeat”
Ten thousand afternoons ago
All my happiness just overflowed
That was life at first and goal to go
Me and you and us and them
And all those people way back when
All our hardships were just yardsticks then, you know
You know
Not the purple hills
It's not the silver lake
It's not the snowcloud shadowed interstates
It's not the icy bike chain rain of Portland, Oregon
Where nothing's wrong and no one's asking
But the fear's so strong it leaves you gasping
No way to last out here like this for long
'Cause everywhere I go, I know
Everywhere I go, I know
"All my happiness is gone"
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