MOAR POASTS

I love Conor Oberst. Can I please dedicate an entire entry to him? Because he is wonderful.



He's my lover I don't have to love. Get it? It's a Bright Eyes song. Hardy har har.

But anyway. I fu--uhh, I really love this man. His music is incredible. Well, not Mystic Valley Band. They suck. Bright Eyes, though, is incredible. Over 9,000 3,000 plays on my Last.fm since May, what what. They've definitely kicked Muse out of my Favorite Band category. It was inevitable, but finalized when Muse's new album came out. But we'll rant about that another time.

Back to Conor Oberst and Bright Eyes. Let's see. Oberst is 30 years old, and began making his own music when he was 13. Bright Eyes was formed in... 1995? Sounds about right. They've had 10 albums and a shitload of EPs. Sorry for saying shitload. And, let me think... I have all ten albums, yes? Yes, I do. I have... oh, jeez, I don't even know how many EPs. 6-ish? I'm not even sure. In total I have 164 songs by Bright Eyes. That's, according to my iTunes, 11.4 hours and 966.6 MB of music. Wow, is that all? I need more.

Conor Oberst is pretty much legendary. At the very least, to those who appreciate real music to his fans and the guys at Rolling Stone magazine. His lyrics are somewhat aberrational, in the sense that they are straightforward and unforgiving. (Maybe not quite as much as Andrew Jackson Jihad, but I find Oberst's lyrics to be more moving in general.) I suppose his music is meant for those of us who feel... well, who sometimes feel that we are on the fringe. It's not like, for example, I'd consider myself an outcast. But I do not feel completely connected to the mainstream population.

His songs have brio and passion, not just in the lyrics, but in the way he sings them. There are some songs where he just seems to forget rhythm and notes and pitch and he just lets it out. It's shouting, but not screaming, and it's not unpleasant to hear. It's eccentric and raw and beautiful. It's like he just says "F*ck sounding pretty" and sounds how he feels instead. In the song "It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends," for example. It's one of my favorite songs, and in the last verse, he stops the softness of the song and starts crying out the lyrics: "I guess that your truth/Is just the ghosts of your lies." I mean, not only are those lyrics amazing, but... you just have to HEAR him say them.

Ooh, you can!

Powerful stuff.

Anyway, I could go on and on, but I DO have other homework to do.
Until next time!