It's funny, I'm perhaps the total opposite -- I didn't much like Desaparecidos, or digital ash/wide awake (in fact i deleted my copies of those two due to hard drive contraints, keeping only arc of time): the earlier stuff has held my attention much more successfully. I kind of lost interest in Bright Eyes until a friend had tickets to his last tour, where I went and possibly cried when they played 'laura laurent' what of it rediscovered the love of resentful alt-country indierock.
There probably is a Conor Oberst song for everything! I don't know if it's cos of a wide range of topics or cos, you know, there are just that many songs.
I don't know if Bright Eyes are a guilty pleasure or what: they're one of those groups I'm noisy about liking because all these people whose taste I respect don't like them, so, you know, maybe I'm making a point. In a sense it's guilty because it's so easy to use for wallowing and wallowing until the absurdity of the situation gets too much for you; the records appeal to all the inner lameness of my soul, but then I'm quite proud of my lameness (idk i think it makes me a better person or sth? every second I spend listening to bright eyes is a second I'm not spending kidding myself that I'm cool). So, yeah, complicated relationship, possibly more complicated than the records themselves deserve.
(I don't even have the excuse of drinking for the rambling! oh dear.)
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Date: 2007-07-24 11:45 am (UTC)There probably is a Conor Oberst song for everything! I don't know if it's cos of a wide range of topics or cos, you know, there are just that many songs.
I don't know if Bright Eyes are a guilty pleasure or what: they're one of those groups I'm noisy about liking because all these people whose taste I respect don't like them, so, you know, maybe I'm making a point. In a sense it's guilty because it's so easy to use for wallowing and wallowing until the absurdity of the situation gets too much for you; the records appeal to all the inner lameness of my soul, but then I'm quite proud of my lameness (idk i think it makes me a better person or sth? every second I spend listening to bright eyes is a second I'm not spending kidding myself that I'm cool). So, yeah, complicated relationship, possibly more complicated than the records themselves deserve.
(I don't even have the excuse of drinking for the rambling! oh dear.)