There is a secret world between your childhood dreams and your adult disillusionment and this is the native tongue of the creatures that live there. It is a language we learn in the free floating space between birth and knowing the world and we tend to let it slip past us the older we get. You and I, we need a guide. Someone who lives there still, dancing under a digital sun with an acoustic guitar who can see marvel in every part of life and still keep one foot planted in the things we've learned.
Suburban Kids With Biblical Names are here to show you the way back to yourself. It's OK, we all need to relax and have some fun at a certain point. They treat music like it's fun, which it is! It takes so much of the burden of complex meaning and obsessive craft of so many musical styles and turns it into a joke that somehow comes out sounding more real than all of the things they make fun of.
So grab some headphones and a portable music thingy and come with me down to the park on Saturday, leave all your mortgages, cars and way too complicated relationships at home. We can play some Frisbee golf and feed the ducks. While we're there we can eat a picnic lunch with Kimya Dawson, They Might Be Giants and the Aquabats.
Good for: Remembering why you started listening to music in the first place.
The writings of Eriq Nelson, ranging from poetry to prose to Extremely Bad Ideas and short stories.
17 April, 2008
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