I went to this show on the 16th at The Door (formerly the Gypsy Tea Room where I saw Regina Spektor for the first time) and never got around to posting it - it's been lunacy here lately which I'll update my two or three readers on in a bit but for now, la musica.
I started listening to mewithoutyou more within the past year. I was exposed to their work a few years ago, listened, liked, but within a matter of 6 months or so I've been pulling out their gems from my musical archive and have been quite pleased.
One of their most well known songs, Messes of Men, has spoken to me on a pretty deep level this year. I listen to it at least once a day and in not so many words I can relate to the message. As I may have mentioned before, I'm a sucker for good lyrical content. Many of their lyrics read more like a piece of fine literature then lyrics from a band who doesn't quite sing as much as they talk, yell and scream (which I'm not typically into but what can I say? It speaks to me.)
Okay, back on track, Messes of Men, I love it. I found this video on YouTube. It was filmed at the Cornerstone Festival in 2006. Ironically, my good friend and photography GOD ;) Dave is at Cornerstone this year (as I type) helping out with the Enthos clothing booth and taking more rad pics to add to his portfolio. Need I also mention he gained privileges to shoot the mewithoutyou show last night at the festival? Too legit. Maybe you should check out his website periodically and catch a glimpse of those photos and more at his site I linked above. And if you desire a great tee or want to check out some great tops and photos, do yourself a favor and check out the Enthos link as well.
Enough plugs. No one reads this anyway. Ha. Read, listen and I'll catch up with you afterwards...
Messes Of Men
"I do not exist,"
we faithfully insist
sailing in our separate ships,
and in each tiny caravel -
tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper season sheds its shell
such distance from our friends,
like a scratch across a lens,
made everything look wrong from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay
so half-blind we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood
you caught me making eyes at the other boatmen's wives
and heard me laughing louder at the jokes told by their daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it takes a steady hand to navigate adulterous waters
the proppeller's spinning blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's mistakes I've made no rowing could outrun
the cloth low on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass
I'd never want someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what it expected it to be!
I still taste its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod without a reel
to an anchor-ever-dropped-seasick-yet-still-docked captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel floating forgetfully along, with no need to be strong. we keep our confessions long and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimbleful of fire and I'm not ever going back
Oh, my G-d!
"I do not exist," we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
if ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you
So I didn't take any great or even decent pics at the show but I do have some rather mediocre videos I recorded on my iPhone. Unfortunately the one song I got in it's entirety is cut in half because my mom called mid recording and it automatically stopped. Thanks mom :)
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