So there is this song on the new Beach House record called "Real Love" that will break your heart into a million pieces and dance on it like someone who knows you. I can't stop listening to it.

Welcome to your Dylan phase Malone......

It happens every winter. I leave town for a week or so, sometimes up north sometimes way west but it

always remains to be reminiscent of traveling the U.S. for me. The cold breaks, and covers every part

of my body with frost and awkward dew and I can't think of anything else to do but smoke 12 packs

of cigarettes and catch up with Bob Dylan for some reason. I remember hearing all of these songs for

the first time and who I was with and where I was, the way everyone's coats smelling of awful things,

my own coat not excluded. Remembering sneaking beer everywhere and feeling really crazy, like I was

maybe losing my shit for the first time, not really realizing what losing my shit really would feel like

when it actually happened. Still not really knowing what losing my shit will actually feel like I listen

to these songs and feel like I am not losing it. For christ sake every single fucking album is on you-

tube and there is really no excuse for my not listening to every one of them and accosting myself

for thinking a bit too much all of the time. Every single song or album, songs I have never heard

before, that I had no idea of their existence. Sure once it hits a certain point late 70's into the 80's

I have no idea what he was thinking, I'm sure he is about as clueless as me, or maybe not, maybe

glowing with that cocaine confidence and divine intuition he knows exactly what he was doing,

Gleeful self indulgence in sabotaging everything else that is so "great". I don't know and despite

what the above implies I don't really give two shits about what he was thinking during any of it

but I am glad that I have it to listen to now, stream even, everything all on youtube for my drunken

convenience.

-Casey

Dear Bill,

Please stop perpetuating my reality. I really loved your music until you became "Grand Dream Master" and then I still really loved it until your songs started materializing themselves in my day to day.

I still love your music,

Casey

LOng Pause

It has been month(S) since posting anything on here but I have since decided that,  that notion is dumb. 
After thinking long and soft about it I think everyone I know would be a better person after hearing this record. This is a perfect 10 as far as I'm concerned and I would really like all of the people I know to post their thoughts(good or bad, [my best friend HATES IT]) about what they hear here.

Hardly a live album, wholly a concept album. Liner notes do not lie , this is best enjoyed on an afternoon of head phone'd euphoria & played front to back. I rarely lobby for mass consumption of somethin's but in this case I will blatantly say, get outta yer head for this record. For real.

Cool

Bee Stings+Tobacco

You often don't listen, thats a problem. I can be absent minded but even still most of the time I listen too.

Who knows who will care? but I listen like Earnest(*1) should, but you fantasize for him and not my witted ears. 

"When I kick the bucket, just say chuck it."

Worst day in a while, I bludgeoned myself through it though.

(*1) :earnestly listening.

Smitten.

So well on my way now,

I have 3/4 of my new material completed, as stated, the two pretty ones, the short one, the weird one, the fun one, and the aggressive one. I am moving along at a real nice pace and should be done in time to package these in time for my first TEUR at the end of july. I'll post dates as they come, so lookout. 

Also if anyone talks to ashley alexander anytime soon, please tell her that I will die if she doesn't do the artwork for this.

Problem and solution?