Posts Tagged ‘The Rosebuds’

Wilted Flowers

April 14, 2011

Rosebuds Loud Planes Fly Low

I discovered a new Rosebuds track last night via Kelly Crisp on Twitter, the first peek at their upcoming album Loud Planes Fly Low due to be released June 7th on Merge. I also discovered that she and Ivan Howard, her bandmate and chief songriter in the group, had gotten divorced. It was a strange feeling, the mix of anticipation when you can listen to new music from one of your absolute favorite bands and the uncomfortable feeling deep inside that something essential to what you loved about them has changed. Have a listen, if you are so inclined.

The Rosebuds – Second Bird of Paradise

I will admit to you that I had a lot of difficulty listening to the song. The Rosebuds’ music, to me, has always been the most romantic stuff amongst my entire collection. I absolutley adore their take on love songs and there was always something a bit intimate about their approach. See “Wildcat” or “Boxcar” or “Blue Bird”. I attributed this to their love, the strength of their relationship and I liked it. I figured, here I am getting older and here is the perfect mature band to “grow up” with. Married, happy and living a rich, rewarding, artistic lifestyle. I was as envious as I was enamoured with the brilliant songwriting.

Now the news that they have split. And that, by accounts, the new album will be a mellow and emotional chronicle of something coming to an end. Something I admired greatly. To say this inspires a bit of sadness in this particular music lover is a dramatic understatement.

Granted, it’s only the relationship that has ended and the band continues on. They will embark shortly on a North American tour together. There is no Boston date, unfortunately, and I wonder if that’s on purpose given the memories here, well chronicled in their earliest song as a couple “Back To Boston”. I don’t know, maybe they will eventually come to the Northeast after the southern dates. I will certainly go and see them. Not only is it always an amazing show but, for all I know, it might be the last time we see them togther.

Maybe it’s me. I have a difficult time with the notion of divorce. I can’t comprehend how two people can end such an intimate relationship and then still work together comfortably. Tour together, fer chrissakes. It boggles my mind, I must admit. Perhaps I need to be more open minded about it, however. Perhaps they can continue to produce wonderful music together as friends and bandmates and the broken relationship will not affect them. Or maybe it will transform them into something new and different and the music will reflect that.

I guess that’s what scares me. The Rosebuds I once knew and loved so much have changed forever. There will never be anything like Birds Make Good Neighbors, so heart rendingly romantic and gorgeous, again. No Night of the Furies, so darkly alluring and passionate. Whatever comes next will be different.

I will purchase listen to Loud Planes Fly Low when it comes out. With a different sort of anticipation than I did for Life Like, perhaps. Not that I don’t expect beauty and wonderful music, but that some of the joy involved might be missing. From me, that is. Not them, necessarily. I would never judge what goes on in someone else’s private life and I know, from my years of fan interaction, they are some of the more wonderful people making music on this planet. No, it’s my own feelings that might affect how I perceive the music this time.

I will attempt to listen to “Second Bird of Paradise” again today. Last night it was very difficult and my perceptions were darkly coloured.

In the end, I may just go back and put on “Let Us Go”, the first Rosebuds song I ever heard and my favorite to this day, and listen to it for the millionth time.

But even that may have changed in meaning, now.

A day later… I find myself adjusting to the news and coming to terms with it. The sheer unrelenting beauty of this song helps. The video, too. Love has many forms and shapes and is ever evolving. Maybe that’s what I need to understand. Maybe this will help me do so.

Onward.

The Rosebuds – Loud Planes Fly Low from 521studies on Vimeo.

Yuletide Slide

December 17, 2010

As I assemble a playlist for my annual Christmas Party I look at all the songs, old and new, that I find are twinkling my lights for the season.

Top of the list, as always, is the Pogue’s “Fairytale of New York” but a fast climber this year is Frightened Rabbit’s “It’s Christmas So We’ll Stop”. Has a similar flavor and the wistful, Scots appeal of so much of their work. Here’s a peek at what’s in heavy rotation for these particular Holidays.

    1. The Pogues “Fairytale of New York

    2. Frightened Rabbit “It’s Christmas So We’ll Stop”

    3. John Lennon “Happy Christmas (War Is Over)”

    4. Wild Billy Childish and the Musicians of the British Empire “Santa Claus”

    5. The Love Language “White Christmas” (not the Bing Crosby song but an LL original)

    6. Galaxie 500 “Listen, The Snow Is Falling”

    7. The Damned “There Ain’t No Sanity Clause”

    8. Band Aid “Do They Know It’s Christmas?”

    9. Vince Guaraldi “Charlie Brown Christmas” (essentially the entire album)

    10. Cindytalk – The second disc of “In This World” – Hauntingly chilly piano pieces. Throw in “Snow Kiss” for another taste.

    11. The Kinks “Father Christmas”

    12. The Rosebuds “I Hear (Click Click Click)”

Tip of the Cap: Ivan Rosebud

December 12, 2009

So everyone knows one of my favorite bands on Earth is The Rosebuds.

In Ivan’s 2009 Year End List of highlights, number one is the show from the Middle East I was at last January.

    “When we played the Middle East Club in Boston this year I introduced our bass player Brad Cook (from Megafaun and Gayngs) to the crowd and they actually clapped for about five minutes straight without stopping. They realized what they were all doing half way into it and just kept getting louder and louder and louder till the place basically erupted and we had to almost stop the show early.”

What Ivan doesn’t realize is that we were clapping so enthusiastically because it was just so damn good to see a big, hairy Irish looking guy profusely sweating and rocking out so profoundly on bass like that. The guy was into it, working it and every damn one of us knew it and appreciated it.

We here in Boston know about hard work and partying and Brad Cook looks like he can hang.

Brad Cook

Come back anytime, folks, and we’ll treat you the same.

Meanwhile, if you missed it, Ivan’s song about the time he and Brad were pulled over and detained by the police on a case of mistaken identity was released earlier this year on Hear Here!, a compilation featuring Raleigh, NC area artists. Full story and streaming version of “Brad Cook Is Not Your Man” right here.

Why I Love The Rosebuds

January 18, 2009

Last night I attended a truly wonderful musical event when I saw The Rosebuds at The Middle East in Cambridge, Massachusetts. I could go on forever about what made the show so special, from Kelly dancing through the crowd with her tambourine to Ivan, in the encore announcing, simply, “Fuck it, we’ll play a couple more.” The smile on his face the entire evening, on both of their faces, made you realize just how much they love what they do. I think when they went into “Wildcat” at the end I could have broken down and wept. It was that good.

There were gloriously fun singalongs to “Nice Fox” and “Shake Our Tree”. There were infectious dancealongs to “Bow To The Middle” (featuring audience members and and the entire support band, The Love Language, on stage attempting to coordinate dance steps) and an extended version of “Get Up and Get Out”, which, as far as I was concerned, they could have played all night long.

As it was, the show ended about 1:30 in the morning when I wandered out of the place into the snowy city streets in a state of pure, floating bliss, my ears ringing, my body a bit worn out, I felt so filled with pure pleasure it was humbling. It was the sort of show you never forget. The sort of show that reminds you why you love music.

But that’s not the only reason why I love The Rosebuds and will see every show they ever play anywhere within a reasonable radius of my home.

It’s stuff like this, a video tribute to Jasmine Rosebud, the couple’s dog (Ivan and Kelly are married), who passed away last year. Using the song “Nice Fox” from their last album, Life Like, and some video from a lazy afternoon on a lake somewhere, they give us not only a loving memory of a dear friend but a little glimpse into just how real these folks are.

And, yes, that’s a Boston Red Sox cap Ivan is wearing in that video. As if I needed another reason to adore these folks. Of course, anyone who knows the significance of the song “Back To Boston”, which opened the encore, knows what an affection the two have for this area. When they and the other band members embraced at the end of the show I finally realized that it was the last show of the tour and they would be heading home to Raleigh after. Just made it all the more special.

Touching, heartfelt and beautiful. That’s The Rosebuds for you. I always say, they are the most romantic band on Earth and the most real.

Thank you both, and all involved, for another utterly incredible evening of music and fun.

Let’s do it again sometime, eh?

P.S. The tour album is, once again, fantastic. Hand made, autographed and accompanied by a 16-page “Fun Book”, it contains 14 tracks of rareties, covers and general coolness that you can only get from them at their shows. Another little bonus for the loyal fans with whom they have created such an undeniable connection.

And The Love Language were brilliant as well. My first exposure to these fellow Raleigh folks, a seven piece with an amazing energy and a lush, organic sound. A band to watch, for sure.

Best of 2008: Music

December 17, 2008

You guys know how I totally loathe all those Top 10 lists that come out at the end of every year, somehow trying to quantify and define the quality of art that has been released to the public during the most recent arbitrarily chosen allotment of time that we call a calendar year.

That’s why I do a Top 5.

Plus, it’s a lot less work. In truth, I don’t think that much greatness is released each year in any medium. Take tonight’s topic, Music. Pitchfork always likes to do it’s Top 50 albums of each year but, I’m sorry, there just aren’t 50 decent ablums released each year. You’re lucky sometimes if there are three, unless you’re living through some of the great ages of music. For me, those would be the early eighties post-punk era (from Joy Division to 4AD) and the late eighties, early nineties shoegaze era (from MBV to Slowdive). The turn of the millennium post-rock scene would have made it too, perhaps, if Godspeed You! Black Emperor hadn’t dropped the ball with Yanqui U.X.O.

In any case, that’s why I’ll be presenting only 5 albums for you for 2008 here. Luckily enough, as it happens, they’re all absolutely exceptional and utterly deserving of this year’s highest accolades.

5. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!
Mute Records

I was delighted when I heard rumblings that the new Nick Cave album would be more in the vein of Grinderman than his previous effort with the Bad Seeds, Abbatoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus. I wasn’t disappointed. More raw, more raunchy to some degree, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! is not filled with absolute classics but it has it’s share of keepers and those keepers are a brilliant cross-section of what has made Cave one of the most relevant musicians/performers/artists/writers of my generation. The title song fulfills the promise of the more gritty sound approach and We Call Upon The Author to Explain is the sublimely lyrical Cave at his best. I could listen the irresistable More News From Nowhere all day long in just the same way I could Straight To You. In any case, any concept album with the theme of transporting the Biblical character of Lazarus to modern New York City and transforming him into a Houdini-like escape artist is worth unearthing to take a look.

4. De La Mancha – Atlas
Crying Bob Records

I’ve never liked the term nu-gaze. The truth is there are now a lot of bands inspired by the works of the seminal artists of the british shoegaze movement, which faded away about 15 years ago now, who produce rather watery echoings of those amazing sounds. So it’s not necessarily impressive to hear someone brandishing those influences. What is impressive is someone who can take that sound and build on it with strong songwriting, instrumentation and atmosphere that does justice to the original source. Atlas does just that, with surprising deftness and resonance. Songs like Release All Light take that spiralling, epic guitar sound to the grand heights that we remember so well from those bygone days and do it with style. Meanwhile, a song like So Let’s Blow Up Our Heads And Leave evokes some of the emotional post-rock moments of Explosions in the Sky. From the epic to the artfully soundscaped, it is a thoroughly excellent work for those who have not forgotten how music can be made to soar.

3. Grouper – Dragging A Dead Deer Up A Hill
Type Records

This one quietly stunned me when I first heard it, in a subtle and profound way. The gorgeous, barely there melody of the opening track Disengage drew me in like a ghostly apparition wandering through some strange dreamscape, at once beautiful and fascinating. Liz Harris’ voice is wispy and alluring, one moment seeming to echo from some dark and delicate miniature enviroment, the next from a windblown, mountainous landscape. I’ve heard the sound called midnight shoegaze and seen references to 4AD, which are appropriate. However, it is not the Cocteaus or This Mortal Coil that I hear here but the earliest offerings from His Name is Alive, specifically Home is In Your Head. With that sort of intricate, beautiful mystery embedded within it, the album takes hold of you, draws you into it’s unique perspective and never lets go. A journey worth taking, for certain.

2. The Rosebuds – Life Like
Merge Records

I’ll admit it right off the top. I’m completely in love with Ivan and Kelly from The Rosebuds. Not just because of their consistently brilliant songwriting, smart, evolving sound and the lyrical romance of what they do. Not even because they’re both so damned good looking, either. No, it’s something to do with the obvious love in the couple (they’re married) which seems to permeate everything they do. At the same time, they understand the dark side, too, and bring that to their music, but always with the ever-present, underlying sense that love can make a difference, no matter how dark things get. The Rosebuds are, quite simply, the most romantic band alive right now and, possibly, the most real. So it’s no surprise that anything they do will end up amongst any favorites list I do. Life Like is no exception. Musically, it’s a diverse album, moving on from the dancy elements of Night of the Furies without getting completely organic in the process. Though there are acoustic elements, it’s the sophisticated pop sounds of the album that work best. It begins with the infectious, beat heavy title track that seems to be about a renegade wolf-man of some sort and wanders down various paths from the pensive Border Guards to the catchy synth beat of Another Way In, which would have been an utter smash on alternative radio in the mid-eighties. The two songs that close out the album, the lushly orchestrated, beautific Black Hole and a re-release of In The Backyard (already a long-time favorite of mine), may be the best songs on the album. Meaning, that when you’re done listening to this one, you feel so damn good you’re ready to listen to it again immediately. This album reminds me once again why, when I go to bed each night, I stop and pray that these kids are going to be making music with each other forever.

1. British Sea Power – Do You Like Rock Music?
Rough Trade

If I go a bit over the top describing this album, please note that it is entirley deserving. This is a gigantic album, epic in scope and execution, powerful and anthemic while easily livingup to the “rock” moniker that resides in it’s title. There are dashes of The Skids circa Absolute Game, but with far more genuine hipness. The driving rhythms of The Chameleons are in there. Then there’s that spiralling guitar sound that made GYBE’s Lift Yr Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven such an epochal work, thanks to the production contributions of Mr. Efrim Manuck himself. Mix it all together with the unique, historical slant BSP have always brought to their work, including the consistent design elements, and you have yourself someting of a musical monolith. Inspiring, reaching ever heavenwards and pretty fucking hard to ignore. Now and forever, if I feel the need to “rock out”, this will be the first album I reach for. And it will not disappoint me.

Ken Trivia: What do the last two albums have in common, for me at least? Well, as it happens, I saw both British Sea Power and The Rosebuds together on the same ticket at The Paradise in Boston last May in what was the most profoundly entertaining double bill in recent memory. I must admit, despite BSP’s head standing, shoulder climbing, chaotic antics to end the show and the power of their live sound, the ‘buds managed to outshine them with a bit more energy, audience conectivity (hell, I was having a vodka and cran right next to Ivan at the bar while Jeffrey Lewis was onstage) and the absolute, pure romance of what they do. All in all a truly unforgettable evening.

‘Nuff said for now.


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