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Morning Thoughts
Sep. 13th, 2006 10:59 amLeft the Jeffrey Foucalt show at Worcester Polytechnic Institute last night with a head full of poem fragments and the tunes to about a dozen of his songs all clamoring for space in my head at the same time.
The poems, which I'm not awake enough this morning to write, have a lot of gun imagery. May need to revist some of Chris Tannahll's work.
I think I'm pretty much ready to just give in and declare Foucalt my favorite songwriter working today. Oddly, it's the tunes he didn't play that seem to be stuck in my head this morning, like "Bluest Blade": Hard as any stone brought down in wishes/Bright as any flower made to bloom and blaze and/Falling to the ground like China dishes/Our love is only teaching us to fall. and "Cross of Flowers": And I always said I loved you/I never said I loved you well.
Amazing, amazing show, although I do wonder when college students decided it was acceptable to bring laptops to concerts. Admittedly, the one I could see most clearly -- the girl sitting next to us -- eventually became captivated by the music and put it away, but more than a few seemed to never take their eyes off them. Strange.
Here's the interview with Foucalt in the Telegram.
The poems, which I'm not awake enough this morning to write, have a lot of gun imagery. May need to revist some of Chris Tannahll's work.
I think I'm pretty much ready to just give in and declare Foucalt my favorite songwriter working today. Oddly, it's the tunes he didn't play that seem to be stuck in my head this morning, like "Bluest Blade": Hard as any stone brought down in wishes/Bright as any flower made to bloom and blaze and/Falling to the ground like China dishes/Our love is only teaching us to fall. and "Cross of Flowers": And I always said I loved you/I never said I loved you well.
Amazing, amazing show, although I do wonder when college students decided it was acceptable to bring laptops to concerts. Admittedly, the one I could see most clearly -- the girl sitting next to us -- eventually became captivated by the music and put it away, but more than a few seemed to never take their eyes off them. Strange.
Here's the interview with Foucalt in the Telegram.
