If you're anything like us, the carol mixtape oozing out of the speakers in your local supermarket/mall/cafe/bus/everywhere by now has you thinking some pretty fucking dark thoughts about organized religion, your own species and the Gregorian calendar. Here's a little something to numb the pain.
Frustratingly, we could not find the performance that we're sure featured on that Elvis tribute thing Always On Our Mind, or whatever it was. It is seared into out memory; we were lending half an ear to the TV when all of a sudden Cale sat down at the piano and proceeded to suck the marrow from our very bones with his desolating interpretation. Neither of us have ever heard a song so deeply gaffed and made to do a stranger's bidding. It was some deep shit. Check it out if you ever get the chance.
This is a more contemplative rendition but he's still bleeding it out over a bathtub, transforming the words we thought we knew so well, as if they were just code all along.
Frustratingly, we could not find the performance that we're sure featured on that Elvis tribute thing Always On Our Mind, or whatever it was. It is seared into out memory; we were lending half an ear to the TV when all of a sudden Cale sat down at the piano and proceeded to suck the marrow from our very bones with his desolating interpretation. Neither of us have ever heard a song so deeply gaffed and made to do a stranger's bidding. It was some deep shit. Check it out if you ever get the chance.
This is a more contemplative rendition but he's still bleeding it out over a bathtub, transforming the words we thought we knew so well, as if they were just code all along.
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