Now it's time to post songs of another Andrew Bird's album: The Armchair Apocrypha. I love to post about Andrew's whistling songs! They always have good and easy-to-find interviews from which I can take the best informations to you, my beloved readers! ^^
Good interviews like the one below, given to A.V.Club:
Whistler, Suzuki-trained violinist, and all-around musical polymath Andrew Bird scored his biggest success so far with 2005's terrific The Mysterious Production Of Eggs, which introduced his offbeat, complex songwriting to a new audience. Shortly afterward, he found a simpatico partner in Minneapolis drummer and loop artist Martin Dosh, who joined Bird on tour and later brought him to Minnesota for the recording of Bird's follow-up album, the remarkable Armchair Apocrypha. Bird, on tour with Dosh and guitarist Jeremy Ylvisaker, recently spoke with The A.V. Club about the new album.
AVC: One thing that seemed to keep coming up in the new songs was an ongoing theme of the wonder of being alive, the strangeness of it, and on "Fiery Crash," the fragility of it.
AB: That's not so much a conscious theme. I would say there's more of a desperate attempt to connect to something that isn't matter-of-fact. Spending so much time in airports and being bombarded with facts and people and people's faces and people's lives, and just being overwhelmed. When you travel, you just see more human faces, and you think, "What's their life like?" And then you see another face. How often can you do that? Sometimes I just think we're not meant to fly halfway around the world in a day. That some kind of mutation is going to happen. Something metaphysical has got to happen. There's definitely a theme on this record of desperation, I think—of trying to hold onto any evidence that we're still alive. I think life is a wondrous thing. I'm happy to try pretty hard.
Good interviews like the one below, given to A.V.Club:
Whistler, Suzuki-trained violinist, and all-around musical polymath Andrew Bird scored his biggest success so far with 2005's terrific The Mysterious Production Of Eggs, which introduced his offbeat, complex songwriting to a new audience. Shortly afterward, he found a simpatico partner in Minneapolis drummer and loop artist Martin Dosh, who joined Bird on tour and later brought him to Minnesota for the recording of Bird's follow-up album, the remarkable Armchair Apocrypha. Bird, on tour with Dosh and guitarist Jeremy Ylvisaker, recently spoke with The A.V. Club about the new album.
AVC: One thing that seemed to keep coming up in the new songs was an ongoing theme of the wonder of being alive, the strangeness of it, and on "Fiery Crash," the fragility of it.
AB: That's not so much a conscious theme. I would say there's more of a desperate attempt to connect to something that isn't matter-of-fact. Spending so much time in airports and being bombarded with facts and people and people's faces and people's lives, and just being overwhelmed. When you travel, you just see more human faces, and you think, "What's their life like?" And then you see another face. How often can you do that? Sometimes I just think we're not meant to fly halfway around the world in a day. That some kind of mutation is going to happen. Something metaphysical has got to happen. There's definitely a theme on this record of desperation, I think—of trying to hold onto any evidence that we're still alive. I think life is a wondrous thing. I'm happy to try pretty hard.
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Turnstiles on mezzanine,
jet ways and Dramamine fiends
and x-ray machines
You were hurling through space
G-forces twisting your face
breeding superstition
a fatal premonition
you know you got to envision
the fiery crash
Oh close your eyes and you wake up
face stuck to a vinyl settee
Oh the line was starting to break up
just as you were starting to say
something apropos I don't know
Beige tiles and magazines
Lou Dobbs and the CNN team
on every monitor screen
you were caught in the crossfire
where every human face
has you reaching for your mace
so it's kind of an imposition
fatal premonition
To save our lives you've got to envision
and to save all our lives you've got to envision
the fiery crash
It's just a formality
why must I explain?
Just a nod to mortality
before you get on a place
Oh close your eyes and you wake up
face stuck to a vinyl settee
oh the line was starting to break up
what was that you were going to say?
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