Vampire Weekend - "Cousins". A train holiday across Essex, to meet yr cousins. Share a carriage with a man in an eyepatch with a broom moustache. Turns out he's related. He teaches you to snap your fingers in a different way. Stop in Danbury. Man at the shop, selling peppery cheese rolls, he's a cousin too. Cousins everywhere. A cousin at the used bookshop, opening pop-up books. A cousin at city hall, rubber-stamping pub licenses. Cousins in the elevators, cousins on the escalators, cousins dusting your room when you're gone. You climb a tree: cousins. You lift a rock: cousins. You go swimming, see cousins down in the swirling weeds. You fall in love with a cousin, get in a fight with a cousin, get arrested by a cousin and then a cousin sets you free. Hail a taxi; find a stranger; ride in silence to the plane. [video etc etc]
Loch Lomond - "Field Report". Hard to take a man seriously when he sings, The sound of children laughing makes my eyes bleed. So we'll not take him seriously. We'll take this song lightly, playfully, prettily. We'll play it in our forest-green Rolls Royce, with the roof down. [buy the split 12"+CDR from Song by Toad]
Posted by Sean at November 26, 2009 10:41 AMwhaaat? i have spent years of my life believing the singer for loch lomond to be a woman. thank you for setting me straight and stunning my silly ears.
Posted by alicia at November 27, 2009 12:47 AMthe first story matched the song perfectly. reading it and listening at the same time the cymbals crashed each sentence. thanks!
Posted by ellen at December 4, 2009 9:31 PM