califone crOwl roomsound soundtrack to crOwl's trip to seattle. has cd rom enhancements... enjoy as we did. 060312 ... raze in the marble of your animal eyes take my comfort anywhere dry white scratches on a sunburnt shin don't give it a name drowned & drinking the light god's eyes are closed just like yours straw bones nails of november clay the way you kiss your uncle on the mouth slow learner keep forgetful don't give it a name drowned & drinking the light god's eyes are closed just like yours black sea resort off season days broke heels & bare legs pink waterline gave up on your twisted code god's eyes are crossed maybe just like yours ((( tim rutili ))) 080112 ... raze "all my friends are funeral singers" has been sitting in my bedroom in one place or another for more than three years now, and somehow i only got around to listening to it for the first time this morning. i think it may have edged out the others as my favourite califone album. there's a cracked beauty there that just elevates it a little. and no one writes lyrics quite like tim rutili. they're like impressions leftover from mostly forgotten dreams. "whale bone frame come new eyes froze planets hung from a whalebone frame lemon stung kiss gone voice gone we bend like trees toward the last light" 121231 ... raze http://califonestitches.tumblr.com/ a sort of music video that "creates itself" by drawing images from various tumblr blogs. pretty neat. 130910 ... unhinged sometimes i still miss you the way you smiled at me almost nine months ago asshole 130911 ... raze the new album "stitches" is really good. a little more spare than the last few, maybe, and the melodies seem to have grown sweeter. but that's not a bad thing. tim rutili's lyrics are still doing that magic thing they do. "chinese opera show me your stitches deep sea diver shoes on a wire the blood left my hands sucking the whiskey out of your hair the wilderness between the bite marks and scratches didn't we fit together like somebody else's sweater? cut the connection just to stitch it together again again again" 131028 ... raze i'm finally listening to "echo mine" just_now. i shouldn't have waited so long to acquire a copy. near the end, a man whose voice has come to feel like a weathered friend sings: "the star implodes, silent as a snow_angel. the glass wing prayer flutters in my throat and limbs." and i'm not sure i know what it means. but i feel it. 250618 ... warmthofrelease I did begin with Funeral Singers. I do enjoy Roots & Crowns. But really it's Sometimes Good Weather Follows Bad People that has always struck me and fascinated me. Much like Deserters Songs or Astral Weeks, it has such an incredibly singular mood to it. On the grey heavy days when I must ignore humanity and find myself in tune with the cracks of the earth, nothing else but this record could ever suffice. 250618 ... raze how the hell have i never heard "sometimes good weather follows bad people" before? i'm listening to "on the steeple with the snakes (xmas tigers)" right now. so good. 250618 ... releaseofwarmth Hell of an opener isn't it. Xmas Tigers and 3 others from Weather (Pastry Sharp; Dime Fangs; Don't Let Me Die Nervous) make up 4 of my top 5, with Krill from Funeral singers sneaking in. Though I have to admit a fair lack of familiarity with the discog, probably more a lack than yours raze. I remember not liking Stitches but maybe I should try again. You aren't the first good thing I've heard about Echo Mine but I haven't listened to that one either, nor Roomsound, or anything else that predates Roots & Crowns aside from Weather. Never too late to learn! But this shit is also hard to find physical copies of...I was forced to eBay my copy of Good Weather after years of keeping an eye out for it in brick & mortars. 250618 ... raze tonight it's "villagers". which is maybe the most conventionally beautiful califone album. but where the last idaho record left me cold, this has teeth that are already biting into me. only tim rutili could write a line like, "something in your eyes when you're giving names to all the flies gathering to taste the sugar on your bare and wounded leg," and sing it in a way that makes you think, "i know that look." 250620 what's it to you? who go blather from