Artist: Beirut
Title: "Postcards From Italy"
Album: Gulag Orkestar
There's something almost charming about Eastern Europe folk music. I'm not quite sure what it is -- I can't think of anything dorkier than a bunch of mustachioed ex-Soviets pounding away on big kettle drums and blaring loud, brassy little ditties on trumpets, trombones, or, for that matter, the good ol' Tuba. But when you really listen to it, there's something downright irresistible about the whole shebang.
Then again, I might just be crazy.
Whatever the case may be, Beirut is one of those bands that sort of came out of left field a while ago and took the whole indie music world by storm. I was introduced to them by a friend of mine while I was in school in Monterey. I was riding shotgun to go see some movie or another, and this song came on his iPod. By the divine magic of shuffle, "Postcards from Italy" immediately began to fill the inside of his Jetta. I can't think of a single more fitting manner or place to be introduced to such a song. Everything about this song screams summer time music -- it has that golden, lilty sort of atmosphere to it that you get when thinking about merry-go-rounds, or that one time at the beach when you were fourteen, and you tried to seduce every girl that walked your way with funnel cake and a big, powdery smile.
And I'm sure everyone out there has heard this particular track. But, well, darn-it, today was just sunny and warm enough to give me a taste for summer, and this song came on...
--Gus
Title: "Postcards From Italy"
Album: Gulag Orkestar
There's something almost charming about Eastern Europe folk music. I'm not quite sure what it is -- I can't think of anything dorkier than a bunch of mustachioed ex-Soviets pounding away on big kettle drums and blaring loud, brassy little ditties on trumpets, trombones, or, for that matter, the good ol' Tuba. But when you really listen to it, there's something downright irresistible about the whole shebang.
Then again, I might just be crazy.
Whatever the case may be, Beirut is one of those bands that sort of came out of left field a while ago and took the whole indie music world by storm. I was introduced to them by a friend of mine while I was in school in Monterey. I was riding shotgun to go see some movie or another, and this song came on his iPod. By the divine magic of shuffle, "Postcards from Italy" immediately began to fill the inside of his Jetta. I can't think of a single more fitting manner or place to be introduced to such a song. Everything about this song screams summer time music -- it has that golden, lilty sort of atmosphere to it that you get when thinking about merry-go-rounds, or that one time at the beach when you were fourteen, and you tried to seduce every girl that walked your way with funnel cake and a big, powdery smile.
And I'm sure everyone out there has heard this particular track. But, well, darn-it, today was just sunny and warm enough to give me a taste for summer, and this song came on...
--Gus
i've been seeing beirut popping up all over the place.off topic, but i have a shuffle ipod and it's both good and bad. sometime i would get a song i really dislike, but i have no idea who is playing because my shuffle doesn't tell me the artist. sometime i would discover a new band i really like but have no idea who it is...
Posted by: vu | 03/03/2007 at 11:28 PM
Yeah, I'd go insane without a screen on my iPod.
Posted by: Gus | 03/04/2007 at 12:06 AM