David Berman & Will Oldham - Liss Ard Festival, Ireland - 1999 ( + "Room Games and Diamond Rain") скачать в хорошем качестве

David Berman & Will Oldham - Liss Ard Festival, Ireland - 1999 ( + "Room Games and Diamond Rain")

↓ ❁✿✲❃✧❂❀❈ Full poems in the description down here below...☀ ☄ ✡ ❀ ✯ ✥ ★ ❉ ↓ Songs, poems, and jokes. [you may skip to 10:19 for "Room Games and Diamond Rain" if you aren't into obscure concert audio collage] Playlist : 1. 'If There Was a Book About This Hallway' (Berman, poem) 2. [Nixon/Bowie 1973] (Berman, joke) 3. 2:17 "A Leprechaun Gave Me a Blowjob" (Berman, song) 4. [opening fragment] "New Orleans" (Berman, song) 5. 4:08 "War in Apartment 1812" (Berman, song) 6. [fragment] "Folson Prison Blues" [in Spanish] (Oldham, song) -- it's funny, this sounds to me alternately like "Tower of Song" & "Animal Shapes," except I clipped it such that what remains sounds most like the Cash tune . . . . 7. 6:49 "Missing in Action" (Oldham, song) 8. 8:22 'Imagining Defeat' (Berman, poem) 9. [ending] "Smith and Jones Forever" (Berman & Oldham, song, talk) [end of live montage] 10. 10:19 "Room Games and Diamond Rain" (Berman, from the underrated album, 'Bright Flight', one of 2001's best) ------------- "'If There Was a Book About This Hallway' . . . It would start, There is a road within the home some pine slats in the corner and lamps along the walls that give the path an endlessness at night. I remember the day I left the meterman standing in the hall. In my room I drew his hard apple face as he waited in the cold shade. No matter how slight, it is a scene from history. A scene from the book. Are dreams set in hallways because the perspective is screwed? Or because they are the long, open, unused stages in our homes? The hallway was a dry riverbed I dreamed one night, an Indian turnpike on another. (And it may have been those things before the house was here.) I never heard the meterman leave but saw he was gone when I went out to hang his sketch on the wall. Sour furniture-polish winds rolled down the dark corridor. Once a fir where each door now stands. If Christ had died in a hallway we might pray in hallways or wear little golden hallways around our necks. How can it still be unwarmed after so many passings? An outdoors that is somehow indoors." ------------- "'Imagining Defeat' . . . She woke me up at dawn, her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels. I sat up and looked out the window at the snow falling in the stand of blackjack trees. A bus ticket in her hand. Then she brought something black up to her mouth, a plum I thought, but it was an asthma inhaler. I reached under the bed for my menthols and she asked if I ever thought of cancer. Yes, I said, but always as a tree way up ahead in the distance where it doesn't matter And I suppose a dead soul must look back at that tree, so far behind his wagon where it also doesn't matter. except as a memory of rest or water. Though to believe any of that, I thought, you have to accept the premise that she woke me up at all." _______________________________ This is heavily edited. It's originally well over an hour. I tried to capture most of the highlights (the easiest-to-hear parts) to give a decent feel for the evening. _______________________________ David Berman's weblog: http://mentholmountains.blogspot.com/ Will Oldham's website: http://www.bonnieprincebilly.com/ D.C. Berman (Silver Jews) & Bonnie 'Prince' Billy (Palace) live in Ireland - 29 of August, 1999.