27/16 - I Got This Rig That Runs On Memories

What a week for music! New Leonard Cohen album, new Joanna Newsom track, and new Run The Jewels track! But instead of any of that, I'm putting together an old folky top 5, cause I'm stubborn, me.

Jarvis Cocker - I Can't Forget

So I haven't yet listened to You Want It Darker, because I'm waiting until I have the CD in my hand, but from the couple of tracks I heard on Jarvis' Sunday Service it's going to be just as good or better than I expected. Meanwhile, what can sit better than said Jarvis covering one of Leonard's many best tracks?

Yeah the summer's gone
But a lot goes on forever

Bert Jansch - One To A Hundred

Sitting on my bed, watching the foxes nose around in the withering, wet backyard, I roll a childhood memory around in my head, comparing its intensity of feeling with this lethargic dullness. I can still sense the taste of excitement in some of the late raspberries and the intense yellow of certain leaves. Close your eyes... count to a hundred.

The Weather Station - Way It Is, Way It Could Be

“We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, "sketch" is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.” - Milan Kundera

Brian Protheroe - Pinball

I send out letters. I get automatic replies. I go to openings. I feel closed off. I watch too much television. I've lost my visions. I read. I don't write. I turn on the radio, and there is a guy I've never heard of before singing about exactly this feeling of pointlessness. And then he sings over himself, while saxophones flutter by, and maybe there is some kind of energy to extract from these random moments still. I've not quite at a standstill yet.

William Tyler - A Portrait of Sarah

I've rejected it from the last couple of weeks' lists, because it felt too long at the time. Now however, it has matured in me and its melody echoes long after the last intricate fingerpicking has rung out.

Okay, well I have to leave these here as well. I'm sure I'll have reason to come back to them, because well, there are few other music acts out there that can excite me as much as these.