That's this blog's Official Theme Song, so this boy hasn't forgot Archers of Loaf:
Pavement, yes, Husker Dü, sure, Pixies, maybe, but until the above paragraph I'd never thought of REM and Archers of Loaf in the same sentence.Lost in the frenzy of a reunited Pavement was the equally energized college radio movement of the 80s and early 90s. Any lazy historian can point to the pioneering model of R.E.M., Hüsker Dü, The Minutemen, and The Pixies (among many others) and link to what was eventually labeled alternative rock. Their strident work, unfortunately, found a host of equally talented bands left unappreciated. Such was the existence of Chapel Hill darlings Archers of Loaf.
I have a three-quarters finished bit on the Sarah Palin Decade in my notebook, but I've ten long years to write about the Sarah Palin Decade, and any and all excuses to post Archers of Loaf are excellent excuses to post Archers of Loaf, though some are more excellent than others.
- Stuck in Sucktucky.
- Practicing anarchism.
- What's in Sarah Palin's mind?
- Search me.
- Warren Buffett thanks his uncle for the free trillions: So, again, Uncle Sam, thanks to you and your aides. Often you are wasteful, and sometimes you are bullying. On occasion, you are downright maddening. But in this extraordinary emergency, you came through — and the world would look far different now if you had not. I'm sure I'm not the first to tell Warren Buffett to clutch his chest and slump over.
- Sonic reducer.
- Time to hate the motherfucking British again.
- UPDATE! Time to again like the British, or at least the Guardian soccer commentary: That's a lovely goal, as the England players could tell you, given that they stood idly by and watched it.
- Irish whisky and coffee good, Four Loko bad.
- UPDATE! Someone else thought the exact same thing.
- My future hell.
- Envisioning Rockville Pike.
- Academic excellence at GHS?
- Tick Tock! When Elric's father moved us from western Pennsylvania to Maryland, the first place we lived was in an apartment behind Tick Tock in Langley Park.
- Body found in box in Frederick!
- The poetics of shameless self-promotion.
- Wave back to Massachusetts.
- Why the fuck is Jack White on my radio?
- This week's new releases w/MP3.
- Some band I never heard of covers XTC!
DARKLING SUMMER, OMINOUS DUSK, RUMOROUS RAIN
A tattering of rain and then the reign
Of our and pouring-down and down,
Where in the westward gathered the filming gown
Of grey and clouding weakness, and, in the mane
Of the light's glory and the day's splendor, gold and vain,
Vivid, more and more vivid, scarlet, lucid and more luminous,
Then came a splatter, a prattle, a blowing rain!
And soon the hour was musical and rumorous:
A softness of dripping lipped the isolated houses,
A gaunt grey somber softness lick the glass of hours.
Again, after a catbird squeaked in the special silence,
And clouding vagueness fogged the windowpane
And gathered blackness and overcast, the mane
Of light's story and light's glory surrendered and ended
- A pebble - a ring - a ringing on the pane,
A blowing and a blowing in: tides of the blue and cold
Moods of the great blue bay, and slates of grey
Came down upon the land's great sea, the body of this day
- Hardly an atom of silence amid the roar
Allowed the voice to form appeal - to call:
By kindled light we thought we saw the bronze of fall.