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"Oh my, he's gone and done it again... that Seth character has." this time it's a 1983 Jeep CJ-7!! Were talking a 4.2 Liter straight 258 in-line six. This thing is a HAUS! It will climb over anything, just lock the hubs, and shift her down to 4 Low... oh baby.
More pictures coming soon.
I'm at work now (which I was late. I'm the boss and I'm late?) and we picked it up like 3 hours ago. So tomorrow I will have pictures.
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| With so much literary focus (as a whole) being turned to The Decemberists, their latest release and major label debut, The Crane Wife, has musicality that exceeds expectation and rebels against such a limited interpretation. Even though Colin Meloy employs his masterful work of historical artistry that is literature about war and death at its best (and thus, any notion of straight-story-telling-antics is gone), it is the combination of flawlessly constructed music with striking lyrics that declares: this group is not to be missed. Each element works to create an artists dream.
And the Decemberist is . . . well let's bring this into perspective, because it sets the stage for understanding great stories told with great lyrics. December 14, 1825, a revolt on Imperial Russia was attempted by army officers that led about three thousand Russians into battle. They were opposed to the Czar, and thus, pioneers of every revolution following. They cast the mold. Because these events occurred in December, the rebels were called the Decembrists. To take on the name Decemberist, was a very honorable title.
The album itself takes on the title from an Asian fable/proverb about a man who finds an injured crane in the forest and nurses it back to health so it can fly away by itself. After a couple days, a woman shows up at the house where love and marriage soon ensues. The husband and wife are very poor, so the wife suggests that the husband sells a very particular cloth that she weaves. There is one condition, that he not look at her in the special room while she is making the particular cloth. After so long, the husbands curiosity peaks and he looks into the room just to discover his wife plucking out her own feathers to intertwine them into the fabric. The wife sees her husband watching, and she flies into the blue never to return. The two songs that follow this storyline are "The Crane Wife 1 & 2" and "The Crane Wife 3."
The Crane Wife album has a lot to offer with a variety of sounds. From a twelve minute Floydian epic sung in three movements called "The Island: Come and See, The Landlords Daughter, You'll Not Feel the Drowning" to grotesque visuals of serial killing lullaby's in "The Shankill Butchers." Meloy's song writing is incredibly interesting. Narrative fiction is the nemesis for all song writers, but this is no burden for Meloy; instead he creates it a stellar piece of art. The lyrics take us to another place. Meloy is in front of us, reading from a book, the way that mothers and teachers have done for years now, however, the content is neither oversimplified, nor childish. Instead, the mature musical capability meets with poetics grounded in history. What we get is a rather revolutionary sound that does not conflict with the lullaby.
The Decemberists take us through a maze of unforgettable emotion that, in the end, proves to be their best work to-date. A low moment cannot be found in the album. Although it is a very somber and dark album, filled with haunting rhymes of war and death, there is a stark release and unexpected lift within each song. There is hostility, a call to arms, saber-rattling, chaos, death, love, more death, calming, silence, and soon peace-every word that best describes The Crane Wife, also describes war. And just as fast as it started "under the boughs unbowed" it ends in a chant: "hear all the bombs fade away."
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| Back in the "Good ol' Days," as my Grand Pappie would say, was a CD that changed my whole outlook on how a Bass (proper name) is suppose to be played. It was 1994, I was in 7th grade and a local jam band by the name of Subway Mind, who played local coffee shops and private get togethers, covered a song by Primus; Too Many Puppies was name of the song. The bass line, in all its glory, spoke to me like scrolls from heaven and I soon had to have this mighty scroll. I immediately asked my mom to drive me to the local Best Buy for the Frizzle Fry album.
At that specific time in my musical life, I'd been playing bass for just 6 months, Weezer and Nirvana were the only CD's in my collection, and the only bass lines I have ever heard. You can imagine the pure shock and amazement when I heard Primus for the first time. I'm pretty sure if you are a Bass lover, such as I, this album is in the collection, Les Claypool is the reason I love "The Low End Theory" so much. After that point in life, the Bass line is the first part to stick out in songs and I went on to listening for the bass greats. Victor Wooten, Jaco, Brian Kruger (Rancid), Ron Carter (Tribe Called Quest), Dirk Lance (Incubus), P-Nut (311), Hub (Roots), Tim Bob (RATM), Justin Chancellor (Tool), and not to mention Flea, had alot to do with my Bass ear.
I bring all this up because Primus put out this live DVD where they play through Frizzle Fry from beginning to end with a whole lot in between, Hallucino-Genetics. It brought me back to memory lane, take it as you will, and if you want to watch it, just let me know.
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