Wherein words pretty much fail me

Callooh! Callay! has thrown up some new songs on their myspace page. "Benjy" is one of those new songs.
I'm listening to it right now and I can't think of anything to say except:
It's really good.
The narrator throws together a barrage of sensory imagery, trying to make sense of his world, everything revolving around the mysterious "her." She, perhaps, breaks into the song, offering another perspective. There's something tragic and vibrant and brilliant happening, something that gives me chills every time I listen.

http://www.myspace.com/calloohcallaytunes

Sasprilluh Champagne is going to be out via the Internets on April 4, people. Just a little bit under a month away.

Glenn Beck Hates Teddy Roosevelt

HE HAS DECLARED WAR ON AMERICA!

Hey, Mr. D.J., won't you hear my last prayer, hey, ho, rock and roll, deliver me from nowhere

Currently stuck in radio hell, and by that I mean the best station to listen to during the daytime hours broadcasts from Birmingham and plays classic rock. And by best station I mean if you're really, really lucky, you might hear "Another Brick in the Wall," instead of "Carry On My Wayward Son" for the umpteenth time (if 106.9 the Eagle is correct, "Carry On My Wayward Son" was the "Bad Romance" of 1976).
Thank you, classic rock radio. You were the last nail in prog's coffin.
Hey. If you are playing "classic" rock, I would like to hear some David Bowie. I know, I know, he wears makeup and stuff, he's not manly enough to play on a ROCK station. Gotta spin some Queen a few more times.
Oh, and while I'm making requests? Would you play the Stooges? They're kind of sort of like AC/DC, only, relevant.

Hi, Internet, how's it going? How are your tubes? Mine? They remain well maintained, with a minimum of leakage, thanks.
Have you heard? Callooh! Callay! has put two new songs up on their myspace page, suspiciously close to the theatrical release of "Alice and Wonderland." I suspect, but can not prove, that the ghost of Walt Disney paid them off.
Anyway:
http://www.myspace.com/calloohcallaytunes

(Hmmm... Benjy...)

Violins, cryptic lyrics, lady singing... These songs really do have it all, unlike the designer knockoffs currently bandied about via the airwaves.

(Benjy... seems so familiar...)

Boys and Girls in America Have Such a Sad Time Together

So, yes, the rumors are true. In accordance with the prophecy I saw the incomparable Callooh! Callay! at the Mellow Mushroom! Muy bien, they debuted a new song. By the way, loyal readers (all three of you), One Big Owl, all the way from TN, was rather good as well. Internet! Follow them faithfully! They are going places! (Yes, one of those place is Tuscaloosa, AL, but Neil Gaiman was here, damn it),
And yes, the rumors, are true. The incomparable (yeah, I know, I already used that word) Josh Folmar was there. Props to Josh.

Was it the most pretentious lunchtime conversation ever?

Interesting thoughts about William Faulkner today, regarding him discussing writing in general, and his own writing. It makes sense that Faulkner would revisit the act of writing in his writing. First off, he's a writer, and what do writers do? They write. So what ends up being rather imporant (I suspect) to authors? Yeah, probably writing.
Second, as a man (so I've been told) who was sometimes plagued by the problem of justifying his choice of lifestyle (that is, to write, instead of get a real job, he worried about whether he was Doing Something Worthwhile With His Life. At my lunchtime discussion of Faulkner a passage from Absalom, Absalom was pointed out. The act of writing becomes something permanent, something that will last, something that means something, even if it only means something because it happened, because it existed, for one moment, the product of a human being. Writing is powerful, a primal power, and I wouldn't be surprised if Faulkner wanted to stake out a bit of that power for himself.
Third, Faulkner was a modernist. And, like it or not, we're affected by the ideas of our time. For a lot of the modernists, art was the supreme calling and the artist a sort of priesthood. So Faulkner, creating art, and writing about writing, was in one sense creating sacred scriptures. Those ideas the artist felt important should be poured into art. Art is the manual by which we steer our lives.
I could be completely wrong, of course.
Anyway, compare my ideas with Faulkner's Nobel acceptance speech:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxM0C7zjoAc

This is real. This is happening.

I was lucky enough yesterday to get the chance to hear some of the stuff Josh Folmar is working on. If you're wondering why I'm excited about that, may I remind you once more to look here:

http://www.myspace.com/joshuamorganfolmar

That's some good stuff, isn't it? I think my favorite may be "Devil's Highway," but they're all pretty darn good.
Well, I lucked out and got to hear what was mostly a brainstorming session for Josh's forthcoming LP, which I believe is tentatively titled "Joy In The Mourning." Adam Morrow from Callooh! Callay! is going to involved... and I think possibly some other C!C! members may end up involved.
And people, it is going to be good.
I like Josh Folmar's style. I love how he can tell a little story with every song, and I love his voice. It's low and husky and sincere. I sincerely hope he hasn't had half the experiences he sings about, but I truly believe he knows how it feels. Whatever it is. Nothing's faked. It's all real; that is, nothing's real but the song.
If you're in Tuscaloosa, Alabama (where else) then you need to take note. I mean, you don't want to jump on this bandwagon like you did with the Arcade Fire, do you?