Notice the italics. They mean something.
In his lifelong pursuit of making honest, non-cookie cutter
music, Stephen Malkmus has been a bit of a massive musical
mentor for me - especially in his ability to write songs with
absolute stream of consciousness overflow.
I think this coming year will be more about Malkmus and
less about Bazan.
Don't get me wrong - I love Bazan - and I always will.
But sometimes, in order to get to the deep heart of death,
life and all in between like he does, you have let your
mind and words mesh out in a tapestry of weird thoughts
as they come to you in rapidfire succession - like Malkmus.
Bedroom belonging. Burlesque blogging. Bastille bending.
You feel me?
