Back when he didn’t suck, Conor Oberst was amazing. Every time I thought of him, I did a big huge swoon. He accompanied a lot of my troubled teen years, especially the awful nights and really dark days. I think the first time I saw him live, even though I was in a fucked up (abusive) semi-relationship I didn’t have the strength to get out of with someone I despised and completely drunk on gin, was one of the most beautiful days of my life. Most of his music was unbearably depressing, but some of it made my eyes gleam with hope (yes I’m going all fangirl now) and though I might have actually grown out of it now, but a tiny bit of my heart still beats for Bright Eyes. Here’s a song that really reminds me of a train ride from London up north (to Lincoln) and of the insane weekend that ensued. (Also, the video is super cute.)
My name has five letters in it, and comes up in some Bright Eyes songs. I am (apparently) an artist, with too much time on her hands. Well, enough to blog (almost) daily. I am 1/4 (the smallest one, actually) of Lazy Acre Records; I also write & photograph for a
localmagazine based in Englaaand and makeused to draw musically-inspired comics for a canadian mag (RIP Inscribed). As if that wasn't enough, I book bands for a local experimental music venue called Subterrarium: we rock pretty hard. Sometimes I can be quite cute. I used tostill have a crush on Marty McFly; I like baking, overusing semi-colons, the smell of the sea, and thunderstorms.
I tend to be quite the busy bee, but if you make VERY sexy music and want me to listen and enjoy and possibly even (!!) write about it, shoot me a mail, baby. music(at)alicetragedy(dot)org