It dissapoints me when I fail to heed recommendations given me by my peers. It makes me feel like I’m showing up late to the game, trying to join in the enthusiasm and pretend I was there when everyone knows I missed the beginning. But you know what? In this case I don’t care. I just wish I’d given more attention to Grizzly Bear before last week. Their full length, Yellow House, has any number of good songs on it (I think I only skip past one or two now that I’m on my 17th listen), but there’s one in particular that calls to my warped spirit, drawing me in with a croon and a whisper.
Grizzly Bear – Marla[play] [buy]
Photo by Yenvious.
Creaks and the Wind, then guitar and piano entering together, blending in like ghosts in the parlour. The vocals are just as ghost like, trippled between two octaves and a third sung through a horn (or a cupped hand). Either way, the lyrics are blurred as if you were watching the scene through frosted glass. The strings throw us into a whole new direction. I love the song, and each stanza throws in new instruments, new arangements, new tonality, until we’re back where we started, with a little more back story than before.
She’s looked everywhere for the blerdeblahd, and you know, propriety dictates that you can’t possibly leave this house without your blerdeblahd. Stay inside where its warm, with your dear old Marla.
Wow.
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