Did you miss me? Did you freaking miss me???? Well I am back. Ross Eyelers gave me a big frick virus that kept me away way to long. Send him hate mail! But know I'm back to let you know I can really boogie down. So do you love me? No? Well I am also back to celebrate the release of the new Sun Kil Moon record with Mark Kozelek week! For those of you who don’t know what I am talking about we will save the beatings for later, because right now all you need to do is hear these two songs. These are the two songs that got me into the Red House Painters, Mark Kozelek’s first band.

Have You Forgotten-Red House Painters

Mistress-Red House Painters

I always wonder why autumn feels like something so new when technically it's the end of life for a lot of our leaved friends. I'm not sure. I do know that almost every fall I have had a record that acts like the soundtrack of the season. I could spend each day of this week posting songs from the different soundtracks of different years, but to be honest there would be some embarrassing stuff in there, for example Goldfinger-Hang Ups fall of my 17th year. So what I would rather do is post one song from the fall of my18th year (look at how much I matured in that one year) and then you guys email mp3's here franklinfelixmusic@yahoo.com of songs from one of your Autumns with a quick little tale about why it is important to you and I will post the one's I like the most.

P.S. The way this song just drifts and drifts at the end without changing and without getting boring is exactly what Fall always feels like it is going to do, unfortunately it does eventually end.

Castor-Tracking Sounds Alone

This song is the prodigal son of a one hit wonder. It’s a feminine love angst song that served as a precursor to the movement that would be heroined by Courtney Love, Liz Phair, etc. But as I heard this song for the first time the other day the chorus hit me as being about something different. Something more eternal. Something more bittersweet. Ignore the verses. Fill them with something else if you must, listen to the chorus and think about this. Voices carry. Things people say, things people do last past the moment they say and do them in. Voices Carry. We all talk and talk and here I am doing it right now, but if we shut up for a second we can hear the voices of the past saying, "it's all been said before." There is a voice of God sung through the intertwining of everything. There is a poem called “Silent Night” by a poet (they tend to be the ones that write poetry) named Lee Robertson that I think captures the essence of the carried voice of nature. Here is an excerpt:

Undisturbed by the wind in the trees or the pop of the fire is the calm in which nature hums to herself.

Creatures rustle fragrant leaves. A barred owl hoots to the distance Insects call to mate. The full moon flecks the forest floor with light.

All is measured by silence.

Til Tuesday-Voices Carry

(that word)

Bob Dylan-A Hard Rain is Gonna Fall

Randy Newman-Louisiana 1927

hmmm...??? You would think the english language would have a word, a beautiful word, for the cavity in your chest feeling that you get when you see something like what is happening in the south right now. Everybody has felt it, hopefully in the past week you have felt it. Sad doesn't do it justice. If there were a word that would be all I would post.

Louis Armstrong-Do You Know What It Miss New Orleans?