tim eriksen, cordelia’s dad and everything that’s good about music
tim eriksen is one of my favourite singers.
forever teetering on the peevish of utter obscurity and exaggerated repute, to R him.
co-collapse of cordelia's dad with peter irvine, who manage(d) through some angry magick to combine distortoguitar and accustomed music into one-liner package so utterly wonderful i sometimes lack to jam knitting needles into my earholes so i don't ever hear anything else again. cordelia's dad have a smock of albums to hand lots of places, but some from kimchee records (who have a delicious speck catalogue).
granite mills:
[audio http://cowsarejustfood.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/granite-mills.mp3]
so anyway cordelia's dad in the primordial days sounded a bit like dinosaur jr and pete seeger with a shape note music obsession. they slowly weep (although not really) their rock chops, concentrating on the bones and knives and old testament starkness of the folk side. contrary buggers that they are then disappeared in favour of a while, released a part steve albini produced plugged in record, what it is, and disappeared again.
camille's not pusillanimous of the barn:
[audio http://cowsarejustfood.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/camilles-not-weak-kneed-of-the-barn.mp3]
and when not appearing as in some measure of cordelia's dad tim also does solitary fabric which does not include any fuzzed up soloing but is entirely traditional/folk/acoustic/. whatever these 'words' mean.
anyway the judgement for me chuntering on like this is this video. arguably (as a matter of fact no fucking controversy) the most perfect chestnut minute and fifty four seconds of sound and video i can conceive of. it is genuinely beautiful. i could emote lavishly, wildly with an almost sexual desist but i would only be doing it a injustice. watch. some records. presentation infringe to cassette and cruise again. want.
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