She looked over his shoulder
For vines and olive trees,
Marble well-governed cities
And ships upon untamed seas,
But there on the shining metal
His hands had put instead
An artificial wilderness
And a sky like lead.

A plain without a feature, bare and brown,
No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,
Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,
Yet, congregated on its blankness, stood
An unintelligible multitude,
A million eyes, a million boots in line,
Without expression, waiting for a sign.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Vampires

Rostam from Vampire Weekend has a side project, which releases July 7th.

http://dscvry.net/

I like electronic music, but the vast vast majority of it is pretentious and at bottom NOT ENTERTAINING. Vampire Weekend is nothing if not entertaining, and I really enjoy that mentality applied to electronic music. The Postal Service with less sentimentality and more fun. There's such a vast world of music these days, and it's so easily accessible and malleable. This is indie music that created by people who enjoy the creations of Timbaland and are happy to admit it. Very fresh.
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