Is it odd to warm with glee every time I pull a folded copy of The New Yorker from my postal slot? It is my darling on gloss stock-paper, my daily train ride companion. It is my secret dream to be an editor at that magazine—it's the best publication out there. Disagree & I will press my finger to your lips and leave it there.
The latest cover makes me think of a couple tunes from múm's fifth album, Sing Along to Songs You Don't Know. It was released last week in Europe, but we are still waiting on the official drop in the US. Ah, there's something absurd and lovely and whimsical about this band across the sea ... the world becomes a pretty illustration whenever I listen to them. Don't you want to see things in paints & pencil & inks like me? Have a listen ...
If I Were a Fish - múm | website
The latest cover makes me think of a couple tunes from múm's fifth album, Sing Along to Songs You Don't Know. It was released last week in Europe, but we are still waiting on the official drop in the US. Ah, there's something absurd and lovely and whimsical about this band across the sea ... the world becomes a pretty illustration whenever I listen to them. Don't you want to see things in paints & pencil & inks like me? Have a listen ...
If I Were a Fish - múm | website
yes.
Posted by: Roger | September 02, 2009 at 12:36 PM
My stupid computer is not letting me listen to the song and now I want to break it. Just thought I'd share.
Posted by: Jill Pilgrim | September 02, 2009 at 08:48 PM
oh man oh man oh man!
I had no idea there was a new mum album coming out! This song different then their other stuff (clearer vocals, for one thing) one of the but you're right about the whimsy; there's something here that feels like magical realism to me.
Going to school in Indiana meant reading the New Yorker a month late, when the college library would recycle their old copy.
Posted by: gabe | September 14, 2009 at 02:00 PM