'And he won't come out alive', he cried. Wow. Sometimes, all you need to hear - especially on a Sunday - are Jonathan's fierce and brash guitars and, goodness me, those angelic, howling vocals he lays claim to via the gift of a blessing from the heavens. After just a few minutes of exposure, to the crashing, the shrieks and the silences, suddenly the world seems to be turned the right way up again. This is the meaning of bliss, my friends; one to be shared and adored.
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Shearwater - '74, 75' (session version) (3.24)
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Where they ponder, adrift on Islands. New material here.
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You are spooky indeed! Today must be the day to discover Austin bands, I came across a gem soon to be posted as well. Austin love and adoration. This is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteShearwater are just fantastic, aren't they? There is something about Jonathan's voice that melts me. This photo was taken by myself back in 2008, at Neumos (a great live venue, actually) in Seattle. My friend Juan and I went along to worship and adore them. And yes, a local band for you! :)
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Aww, thanks Rachel! And, a big hug for the wee nod-of-the-cap about Alexi coming to Glasgow in November - can't wait to see him again! :) x
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