Damien Jurado

Damien Jurado: Museum Of Flight

I feel like I’ve been a fan for so long, there’s barely anything left for me to say about Damien Jurado. Every time he releases an album, current me and 16 year old me are united by excitement. “Museum Of Flight”, from upcoming album Maraqopa, showcases the man’s undeniable talent for finding melody. I’ve listened to it over a dozen times in the last 18 hours. This record, like the last one, was a collaborative effort with the remarkable Richard Swift. Preorder the album and catch him on the road.

“Falling to the ground I was anxious to be found. You can always go home to the safety of your clothes. Don’t let go, I need you to hang around. I’m so broke and foolishly in love. I turned around to love revealing. What did I learn? It’s not that easy, when you get burned, to go on burning loud. Falling into sound, is that love still fading by, one day we will go home to the safety of our house. Don’t let go, I need you to hang around. I’m so broke and foolishly in love. I turned around, my love was changing. What did I learn? It’s not that easy to go on burning loud.”

As usual, my apologies for any misheard lyrics.

Photo by: Sarah Jurado

Little Scream

Little Scream: The Heron and the Fox

Laurel Sprengelmeyer came to the moniker Little Scream while in Montreal, by way of the Mississippi River banks. “The Heron and the Fox” reads as a miniature tale of regret in which she observes those who have lost and remembers what she’d like to return to. Accompanied by a collage of delicate guitars and orchestral palpitations she’s bound to make you forget what was so worrisome, at least for a short while.

Her debut full length, The Golden Record, is due out April 12, 2011 on Secretly Canadian. She’s all set to hit the road in the Spring with Sharon Van Etten (including a stop at the Doug Fir, oh my, I’m excited).

“Stranded in a snow storm in a town you forgot I take advantage of a warm car and I reassess my life. So many years I’ve given up and now my years seem shot. I take my place among the truckers and I show ‘em what I got. I told the striper at the bar that the shots we got were magic, make a wish and it’ll come true. As she smiled her golden tooth glinted in the light and I wondered what she wished for, I just wished for you. They say everything is possible but I know that it’s not true, especially not when it comes to you. Oh, I don’t know who I am and I don’t know what I’ll be. Feels like I’m stranded in an ocean of clear uncertainty. Wish I could conjure up the chutes and ladders to bring me back to the place before I ran away and finally lost my tracks. Oh, that magic curtain canyon where lovers dreams came by is like a drive in movie screen that is pressed against the sky. All those pictures float, they’re happy just for a little while before they’re swallowed up in the vastness of the open night. Dream in colors, red and gold, dream and colors run right through. Oh, Caroline as my witness I never meant to cause you pain. And sweet, sweet forgiveness, you can go back but it’s never the same. Oh, I’ll give you all the color that are left here in my box if you would drive a picture into which we could both draw and you would be the heron and I would be the fox and you would fly above me, hoorah.”