A Suburban State of Mom
The musically-interpreted musings of a digital-age mom.
Punch Brothers are a ‘new-grass’ band which is, by all accounts, a terrible description of any musical genre. But they’re awfully good for a bunch of non-brothers named after a Mark Twain story, so I’ll forgive that.
I can’t say I’ve ever really liked Bluegrass - even the name kinda makes me queasy - but I do like orchestral-type arranging of songs and varied instrumentation and the way the beginning of this record approximates the way one’s heart races when faced with making a rather large decision or as my 3 year old is about to ride his bike ‘turbo boost’ down our street.
And who doesn’t appreciate a little Mandolin?
21 year old Aussie/German raised in Singapore shredding through the rainy streets of London. Which atmospherically resemble NJ quite a bit these days. Hmm. Maybe I’ll take a mini-break this weekend and Chunnel to Paris. Je rêve.
Punch Brothers are a ‘new-grass’ band which is, by all accounts, a terrible description of any musical genre. But they’re awfully good for a bunch of non-brothers named after a Mark Twain story, so I’ll forgive that.
I can’t say I’ve ever really liked Bluegrass - even the name kinda makes me queasy - but I do like orchestral-type arranging of songs and varied instrumentation and the way the beginning of this record approximates the way one’s heart races when faced with making a rather large decision or as my 3 year old is about to ride his bike ‘turbo boost’ down our street.
And who doesn’t appreciate a little Mandolin?
21 year old Aussie/German raised in Singapore shredding through the rainy streets of London. Which atmospherically resemble NJ quite a bit these days. Hmm. Maybe I’ll take a mini-break this weekend and Chunnel to Paris. Je rêve.
21 year old Aussie/German raised in Singapore shredding through the rainy streets of London. Which atmospherically resemble NJ quite a bit these days. Hmm. Maybe I’ll take a mini-break this weekend and Chunnel to Paris. Je rêve.
Punch Brothers are a ‘new-grass’ band which is, by all accounts, a terrible description of any musical genre. But they’re awfully good for a bunch of non-brothers named after a Mark Twain story, so I’ll forgive that.
I can’t say I’ve ever really liked Bluegrass - even the name kinda makes me queasy - but I do like orchestral-type arranging of songs and varied instrumentation and the way the beginning of this record approximates the way one’s heart races when faced with making a rather large decision or as my 3 year old is about to ride his bike ‘turbo boost’ down our street.
And who doesn’t appreciate a little Mandolin?
Led out of darkness into the technicolor light by the fabulous Beth Ditto’s voice … and some strange modern dancing.
http://vevo.ly/qOXbyO
http://vevo.ly/qOXbyO
Matthew Herbert approximates a mad genius so deliciously. He’s currently touring an ‘opera’ about the lifecycle of a pig. He also does remixes for his Accidental Records and sonic-based performance sorta art.
I kinda like big band. Not in that “Swingers,” let’s go to The Derby way but as a nostalgic link with my maternal grandfather and my father with whom I don’t speak. But they both liked to dance and really instilled it in me. That and a desire to show off … and drink.
This is an earlier piece and here he “rambles” on about it while the music plays. And what he has to say is pretty interesting. To me.
