Alberta Cross: European Americana...a bit of inspiration for a gray day.
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yeah so i just wrote a long, journalistic piece- and tried to post- and mog froze because I had tagged a song in the library that evidently it had trouble retrieving. And like how most seminal moments can't be recreated, that pithy post can't either...so here's a shorter version of a longer tale. It's gray out today and I've spent most of the morning reading about the shortage of rice supplies in Philippines, tension in Tibet, bombing of a mosque in Iran and the list of dismal signs grows larger. It doesn't help that I wasted much of last night in a sybaritic, hedonistic trance- involving drowning in alcohol, 150 Germans dressed up as Kings and Queens, and lots of frivolity. The searing contrast between my life and that of the rest of the world makes my head churn. I wish I hadn't slept in and wasted most of the day. I wish I was doing more. I wish I was doing something.
On that note, in tandem, I am listening to some tracks of the band Alberta Cross. The band is composed of Swedes, who are based out of London, but evidently have been spending a load of time in NYC. Their sound is that that American folk rockers (think: The Band) years ago- the type that probably was first invented by cowboys by a fire- the kind that has yet to be successfully rejuvenated- especially on the other side of the pond. The lead singer Petter looks like a Viking- and is shy in real life (I met him a couple times via a friend). But give the guy a mic and guitar, and he closes his eyes, and releases some gripping, emotive lines-his voice has pathos way over his years. Gives you a melancholy tingle you haven't felt since Crosby, Stills & Nash's "Helpless." Meanwhile, him and Terry Wolfers' acoustic guitar tunes are composed of lazy strumming, well thought pauses, and faithful hooks. Much like their branding, their songs all seem to have a sepia-tinged hue to it.http://www.myspace.com/albertacross
I thought this pict may be a good accompaniment. I took it years ago during a family trip to St. Petersburg, Russia, a place I had always wanted to go ever since I got my hands on my first collection of Russian literature. I caught an intimate moment between a mother and daughter by the river, basking in the golden hour of day around 5 pm. I love that this picture looks like it could have been shot 2 centuries ago, 4 centuries ago, or yesterday. Enjoy your sunday.
On that note, in tandem, I am listening to some tracks of the band Alberta Cross. The band is composed of Swedes, who are based out of London, but evidently have been spending a load of time in NYC. Their sound is that that American folk rockers (think: The Band) years ago- the type that probably was first invented by cowboys by a fire- the kind that has yet to be successfully rejuvenated- especially on the other side of the pond. The lead singer Petter looks like a Viking- and is shy in real life (I met him a couple times via a friend). But give the guy a mic and guitar, and he closes his eyes, and releases some gripping, emotive lines-his voice has pathos way over his years. Gives you a melancholy tingle you haven't felt since Crosby, Stills & Nash's "Helpless." Meanwhile, him and Terry Wolfers' acoustic guitar tunes are composed of lazy strumming, well thought pauses, and faithful hooks. Much like their branding, their songs all seem to have a sepia-tinged hue to it.http://www.myspace.com/albertacrossI thought this pict may be a good accompaniment. I took it years ago during a family trip to St. Petersburg, Russia, a place I had always wanted to go ever since I got my hands on my first collection of Russian literature. I caught an intimate moment between a mother and daughter by the river, basking in the golden hour of day around 5 pm. I love that this picture looks like it could have been shot 2 centuries ago, 4 centuries ago, or yesterday. Enjoy your sunday.
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