Here’s a review Lightsey Darst wrote on Brown Rocket. She really is a wonderful writer(even if she isn’t “mulling [Brown Rocket] over a few weeks from now.”) Nevertheless, there are some really great quotes in this review that made my stomach and heart switch places.
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Reveille Interview of Danny Sigelman
Here’s a bit of cool press through Danny(Brown Rocket‘s drummer and artist).
Brown Rocket Review
City Pages by Caroline Palmer
Brown Rocket Press
Pioneer Press: Preview of Momentum
Star Tribune: Preview of Momentum
Minneapolis/St. Paul Magazine notice
and there’s a really great article that focuses on Brown Rocket in the July issue of Twin Cities Luxury and Fashion, unfortunately not online.
The new ‘Amen’
I listen to sermon podcasts regularly, primarily evangelical sermons, and have noticed in place of the traditional AMENs and HALLELUJAHs is the falsettoed “Whoo!”
It’s kind of annoying.
Less is more.
Gets at Al Gore’s main points, for which he won the Peace Prize, in twenty minutes. Check it out.
Oh, Fun!
Just came across this ad in Craiglist’s “free” section (italics mine): ______________________________________
Depends for men (Richfield)
Date: 2008-05-26, 4:54PM CDT
I have a package containing 45 individually packed “Depends for Men”. I know longer need them and hate to see them go to waste. Email me if you are interested in picking the package up at my house at ****************.
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So honest and sincere. And individually packed! Wow.
Night, Sin, Night
I wrote this one the same night I wrote I will bless the Lord. I wrote this one first, then the other. That seems fitting to me. Still, I recorded them in the opposite order. Mostly because I didn’t know what I was doing with the harmonica. They do go together, though; the former inspiring the latter. In the spirit of Cash and the harp of Springsteen:
Night a whisper o’er a flame a trigger and a knife phantom on my side Night she went and left me ‘lone left skin and blood and bone colored my whole life blisters bled and dried wallet harp and comb treasures in a tomb . Sin bottles crowd my bed balled against the wind knees up to my chin Sin breaking for the trench but shot to death instead I’m pulling back the skin to let the fever in blackened flesh and stench bullet in my head . Night a man inside the gate asking for a light malice in his eye Night treats me like a whore swallows up the score end my song before it’s time I pull out another dime climb back out onto the floor and ask to dance some moreLet there be asparagus
I will bless the Lord
I will bless the Lord who’s taken on my sin who blasted out the stone that used to be my heart.
I will bless the Lord until I die and when that day arrives I’ll join Him in the sky!
I will bless the Lord how can I help but sing He’s burned up all my loss an offering of love.
I will bless the Lord The birds are in the air they’re swirling in His palm a testament of love.
I will bless the Lord until I die and when that day arrives I’ll join Him in the sky!
I will bless the Lord the Lord who reigns within Composer of the light Maker of the day.
I will bless the Lord the One, the only One Fierce lover of my soul all joy and love and hope!
I will bless the Lord until I die and when that day arrives I’ll join Him in the sky!