Because...The 12,000 members of the Writers Guild of America enter into Week 2 of their strike, in the eternal quest for more wad for their words. Which I'm like totally okay with. I mean, what's the big deal? It's only going to postpone or delay the production schedules of 24, Lost, Heroes, Friday Night Lights, The Office, Battlestar Galactica...
sonofa...
WRITE THEM A CHEQUE NOW, YOU PENGUIN SUIT PRICKS!
My Morning Jacket - Wordless Chorus (from Z)
Alt country icons evoke Al Jarreau in the company of some gorgeous, recurring organ triplets.
Cinematic Sunrise - The Wordless (from I've Seen Lovers Dancing In Windows EP)
Emocore punks with nothing to say? Never, as long as the gods of stop-start attacks and bedwetting teens rule and reign.
Venus Hum - Wordless May (from Big Beautiful Sky)
Amidst a stunning meld of IDM blips and fully organic yearns, this Nashville ambient electronica act asks, "Did Jesus make me sing?". I don't know, but they've got me saving up for classes.
The Velvet Underground - Wordless (from Squeeze)
Yes I know, purists have disassociated their darlings from anything to do with this album. Their loss; this cheeky soul jam trots through Alabama on its way to Brooklyn.
2 comments:
Wow! "Penquin Suit Pricks."
As a participant in this expression of economic frustration, I am partly to blame for your "wordless" frustrations. Although, I've been sending my drawings to those in the opposition. With your permission, I will refer to my now former employers as PSPs in all future correspondence. Sorry for the interruption in your television schedule. In the meantime, I can reccomend some books.
Hi anonymous,
Yeah, call them that. Don't forget to drop us some props in your footnotes.
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