Mark Kozelek has been busy this year. The Sun Kil Moon/Red House Painters mastermind has released two live albums, a solo collection of covers, and two collaborations. My favorite has been his work with Jimmy LaValle (The Album Leaf), Perils from the Sea. It is apparent that The Album Leaf is the musical driving force of the record while Kozelek provides the lyrical content. Both are at the top of their game. The Album Leaf brings his signature somber synthesizers creating simple beats which places the focus on Kozelek's storytelling. Gustavo is a wonderful story of an Mexican illegal who is contracted to work on Kozelek's mountain home who eventually ends up living with and becoming somewhat close to the artist (who knows if the story is real). In the end Gustavo needs Kozelek's help but he doesn't come through. It's a heartbreakig tale dealing with the common themes of introspective regret, sadness, and the plight of others that prevaids the cohesive collection of tracks. As I am a sucker for sad music, I can see how this isn't for everyone. With every listen, Perils never fails to evoke an emotional response in me. It's a beautiful reminder of how powerful music can be.
So I guess your blog doesn't accept paragraph breaks... kind of ruins the structure...
Friday, November 22, 2013 02:47 PM
...I've been obsessed with this album since you played that track Tues. It is by far one of the most hauntingly honest things I have heard in a very long time.
I stole a dime from my mother's drawer
The one her father gave her just before the war
Kids are f*ckin’ pricks, a 1936
Added it to my book, went and sold it to some hick
Bought a bag of weed and a 714
Split it up with my girl and laid down under the trees
Lookin' up at the squirrels, jumping branch to branch
Fell asleep in the dirt and a trail of army ants
It must have been winter, my mom was cleaning up
Heard her in her bedroom, all broken up
I hurried to the door, she cried there's something wrong
She turned our home over, that mercury head was gone
Sat down on the floor, I helped her sort clothes
That little silver coin was all she had to show
For her father's love and the time they’d had
Before he held her last and never came back
Must have been spring when I'd finally woken up
Got her out of bed, all chokin up
I just wanted to die, "for Christ, it was me."
Stupid little punk, maybe 14
Head was a foggy grey cloud of Darvocet
Or what luck I found in the neighbors cabinet
I sat my mother down, I held her and we wept
One day I'll find it Mom and that I meant
1993, down in Tennessee
Me and Lou and Erin, stopped and ate at Dairy Queen
Got a blizzard with Coke and some fries
I gave the girl a 20 and she said she's out of five's
"What about some one's, what about a roll of dimes?"
Kid brings 'em in, thief robs his grandma blind
Grabbed 'em from that chic, cracked 'em open quick
First one in my hand was a 1936
Sent it to my mom, said it ain't the one
But please forgive me, please, for the hurt that I have done
I won't stop looking, hurts me to this day
You know I love you Mom, more than words could ever say
Friday, November 22, 2013 02:44 PM