So here it is. My very first penned - typed? - blog. I am going to write about what I know, and what I love: music. All kinds.
My most recent gem is Timber Timbre (the second is pronounced Tamber. Rhymes with Amber. It is a kind of abstract musical descriptor. The "color" of the sound. Like the difference you hear when a saxophone and a piano play the same note at the same time.). I happened upon an mp3 of Demon Host, immediately fell in love, and purchased Timber Timbre's self titled album. It begins with the morose line "Death she must have been your will" which sends chills down my spine every time I hear it. The vocals are haunting and the lyrics are intense with out being kitschy.
I have a special place in my heart for lyricists that tell stories. Timber Timbre tells a story of death, hard living and love lost with the sadness and redemption that only folk can muster. I know that my description of this album thus far makes it seem like it should sink you into a deep depression that only thousands of dollars in therapy could begin to bring you out of, but it is quite the opposite. This album is so mellow that you can listen to it on a snowy Sunday morning, but energetic enough that you can turn it on when you are on your way out with friends. This album moves smoothly between melancholy and inspiring.
