I know there's a music thread, and I know I'm probably four albums late with these guys, and you might already know them from such soundtracks as Friday Night Lights and The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, but I can't help myself:
Chuck Klosterman writes that listening to Explosions in the Sky could make "hanging drywall a transcendental experience," and seeing as I've hung a lot of drywall and haven't found anything remotely transcendental about it, I thought I'd give them a shot. Well, I challenge anyone to listen to this Texas instrumental four-piece -- usually three guitars and drums -- and not be at least a little moved (granted, when I first heard them, I was "altered," but still). Like Sigur Ros without the Icelandic yodel laid on top.
Try "Your Hand in Mine," followed by "The Birth and Death of the Day." Preferably through headphones, in the dark, when you've fallen halfway into or out of love with a girl.
Apart from anything else, it's terrific music to write to.
Chuck Klosterman writes that listening to Explosions in the Sky could make "hanging drywall a transcendental experience," and seeing as I've hung a lot of drywall and haven't found anything remotely transcendental about it, I thought I'd give them a shot. Well, I challenge anyone to listen to this Texas instrumental four-piece -- usually three guitars and drums -- and not be at least a little moved (granted, when I first heard them, I was "altered," but still). Like Sigur Ros without the Icelandic yodel laid on top.
Try "Your Hand in Mine," followed by "The Birth and Death of the Day." Preferably through headphones, in the dark, when you've fallen halfway into or out of love with a girl.
Apart from anything else, it's terrific music to write to.