the demo attended

1) I can’t believe it starts with my favourite. I like this song the same way I like getting wasted. This one and 7 were all I listened to this summer. It replaced Atlantic City as my go to. Totally sets the tone for the whole record. The end of the halcyon, gold days gone sinister.

2) Slightly your Pollard? This one all the indie-girls will know the words to. But by then it’ll all be too late, won’t it? We can laugh.

3) Lead on Captain. Ah, revenge. I take back my initial comment on the phone to you. There’s definitely growl all over the place. The lead coming in about 2:12 is so ridiculous I had to stand up and yell your name at my cats til their ears pinned back. I can’t stop laughing.

4) I love the big ride/soft crash for Job. It always picks up my posture. We’ll never make this time up now. We could before. Yep. It’s exactly what’s been killing me lately. That’s what makes this an adult’s record. It’s why kids will aspire towards it. It will always be just out of reach for them. Like how I remember all the best things being. And the Mellencamp lift. Sly.

5) Back to blame again. (Check past records) You use blame like Alex Lukashevsky uses totem poles. Who’s the girl on this one? It’s strange to hear you with a woman. (By the way,Is this your BSS contribution?)

So far, this album is freaking me out.

6) Now your Walrus. I love how God wanted both lean and fat things. You’re so weird. I can imagine you in Dunnville hunched, your hand curling through some little green notebook building this crazy arsenal of words. This one is definitely my favourite. This is the only real tc song I can hear.

7) Now Dive. My total favourite. It stops my breathing. Like watching things collide. Or a siren. It could garner a bauble or two. Anyway, it makes me want to drive a car off a cliff.

8) Ah Scientists. Feels like hearing the atom. Then it almost... I don’t know. Like old man winter meets the power cosmic.

9) New one? Negative. I know it. Even the words. Or just behind them anyway. This one is the one I listen to with my head in the oven. By that I mean, Perfect. Like when you find out all the coke is gone. ... What the hell? Sleighbells? ? Genius. Like my grandfather used to say to me and my sister: Even a typewriter needs a bell. ... Then late sun on the river.

10) this one is murder. Really the favourite. I stand on my bed and sing this one. Under my breath while walking home from work, a mantra. Over top of other songs, against television programs, instead of conversation. I love this one. It makes me remember Palmerston for some reason. When he came through the second floor window. Pavement. Kit Kat Lights. Wrecking Yard. That night you looked over your collar at me and said, “you ready to go wild tonight?” Then you laughed your brains out. Yes, you did. I miss smoking alot. When I quit, it was like my best friend died.

The album holds no holes.