Fall is At the Bottom of Everything

Opened All's Well That Ends Well last night, 5 Bears last evening, and a short meltdown that I was lovingly wrested out of by the best of people. Cincinnati almost skipped Fall, but it certainly is here now. The wind is brisk today, the kind that makes you walk faster without being miserable because of its frigidity.

Bright Eyes - At The Bottom Of Everything

I'm not sure if it's a coincidence that out of my many songs on my computer (more on the future of cataloguing music on a later post) , good ol' boy Conner Oberst comes on and tells me about the futility of the American living-dream in the fitting fashion of Americana Heartland Rock. The impetus, I guess, of this whole blog kinda falls into this song, and I really think this song is a microcosm of what's going on with The Underlying Theme.

Firstly, the song (like, I believe this blog) starts out... just terribly (like this blog). There's Mr. Oberst, talking to us (you) telling this faux-improvised story about a man and a woman on a doomed airplane ride (it's not going well). I often skip this first 90 seconds of the song or so (which I recommend you skip the first 90 or so blog posts until I figure out how best to do this).

BUT, as soon as the song proper starts (a year or 6), Bright Eyes finds a sound that is evident throughout the rest of the cd which is something that's like Ryan Adams without the douchbaggery. Each line starts with a "we must", a call to action and a demand of the listener, which can become laborious in many a tune, but Oberst's rhyme scheme and imagery(we're bed fellows, really) lets us enjoy his demands about the things we have to do to deal with the life we're given; the significance of being small and apart of something you can't understand.

And it's so catchy even Matt Holiday would have been able to hold on to it.

It's late, but, I updated it "today". Probably take tomorrow off. More monday.

Until then.