Washed and Stranded Memories

Since 2000, whenever I’ve really wanted to buckle down and do some writing, I’ve thrown on a Death Cab for Cutie album (We Have the Facts . . . being their seminal – and best to write to – album, if you ask me) and gotten down to business. Their music has always been great background music to me. Oftentimes, their lyrics have shown up in my entries here. In fact, most people would think I’d completely lost it if I suddenly said I didn’t like DCFC anymore.

I’d think I’d lost it.

Of course, I thank Leigh Tran for introducing me to them.

There’s just always been something about their ambiguous-yet-specific-enough-to-interpret-as-you-want lyrics, ringing guitars, chords bouncing between guitars, that restrained rock that lets you know they could really blast out if they wanted . . . and then they do, but still with that certain restraint. It could go much further, but they keep it corralled. It almost seems like a feat in itself. No matter, I like it and them. Listen to “Title Track” from above album.

“Army Corps of Architects” when thinking about Biloxi after Katrina? Couldn’t get much more apt.

“anything but airplanes” album with its dirtier recording and developing restraint.

Death Cab’s early records couldn’t come out now.

Yes, there’s a new album coming out. Yes, new singles have been released from it.

I certainly hope the new album is, as advertised, a harkening back to their early days. I’m not going to bother complaining about their mainstreaming. But let’s please not call them “emo.” I never thought of them that way.

Whats’ the point of this? Beats me. This is fact not fiction. For the first time in years.

It’s been fifteen years since I first heard of Death Cab from Leigh. I’ve almost entirely lived in Austin/Leander since Thanksgiving of 1998. I can’t believe these things. I can’t believe all the writing that’s behind me backing this up. I can’t believe all the things that have happened and the time that’s passed. Or where we’re all at now. It’s fucking amazing. Some things better and some worse now.

I usually eschew superlatives – especially when people ask me for favorites. But I can honestly say that DCFC is my favorite band.

In other news, I encourage you to check out Absofacto, an outfit I’ve been following for a while now. The first song I fell in love with was “80844264@81 (Love Song),” which I’ve recently been informed by the author means:

808 (like the drum machine)
4/4 to 6/4 (time signature)
@81 (at 81 beats per minute)

In fact, Jonathan, the guy behind Absofacto is a great writer (even of just emails) and seemingly all-around nice guy. We’ve been pen-palling it the last week and he’s been a pleasant guy with whom to chat. I probably killed our conversation by asking what he’s listening to right now.

Finally, we still await word on Seattle jobs – or any jobs. Everything still up in the air. Fortunately, the 401k cash I withdrew came in so we have a little money.

Still looking for good quotes, too. 

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