For someone that used to want to be IN radio, I really don't like/listen to it all that much. I prefer to have my own radio show, and by radio show I mean my Ipod. My music saavy neighbor, (I know that guy has got to start paying me for all these plugs) suggested I listen to CBC: Radio 2. I was like right, It sounds like something my Grandma might listen to before bed. I was kind of right, because their late shows consist of alot of old people material and jazz etc., but before/after work they have some solid programming. They play a beauty of a mix of classics, indie and new music. Their hosts actually have interesting material. They don't just talk about getting drunk and their sexual escapades with various radio groupies, they spout endless trivia about musicians, songs and the industry in general. I effing love it to be honest.
Even Dwight loves Blitzen Trapper
One day in particular they played "Furr" by Blitzen Trapper, and led in with a story about howRainn Wilson (Dwight, from The Office) loves this band. "Furr" sounds like it was written back in the 70's when Dylan and Young reigned supreme. Surprisingly the song was just released back in 2008. Blitzen Trapper has managed to replicate the feeling and sound of an era that pre-dates them. When I suggested it to a friend he said, "It sounds like Folk Fest". Well, that pretty much sums up exactly what it sounds like.
What a happy little Werewolf
Blitzen Trapper in the flesh
It has the classic folk song elements; it tells a ridiculous story, has an easygoing harmony and a simple kind of charm. In a supernatural obsessed society it seems like the thing to do to write about Werewolves. "Furr" tells the story of a young boy who wanders into the woods and soon realizes when he hears, "the howling of a dog.. a wolf to be exact", that he is a creature, partly of the four legged variety. What I like best about the song is that Blitzen Trapper takes the werewolf, which by any definition is a terrifying, violent, beast, and humanizes it. The Werewolf is accepted into the pack and spends his days, "howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn." He has a happy, wolf-type of life and then one day meets a girl, falls in love, "settles down on a farm" and "raises children up as gently as you please." Then as our happy ending, falling in love turns our guy back into a human, "my fur has turned to skin". Don't you worry he hasn't forgot his beastly past, he "still dreams of running carelessly through the snow." I guarantee that if you DON"T like Twilightyou will definitely like this Wolfy, feel-good, fuzzy song.
Yeah, when I was only seventeen I could hear the angels whispering So I drove into the woods And wandered aimlessly about Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog It turned out to be the howling of a dog Or a wolf, to be exact The sound sent shivers down my back But I was drawn into the pack and before long They allowed me to join in and sing their song So from the cliffs and highest hills Yeah, we would gladly get our fill Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong For my flesh had turned to fur Yeah, and my thoughts they surely were Turned to instinct and obedience to God
You can wear your fur Like a river on fire But you'd better be sure If you're making God a liar I'm a rattlesnake, babe, I'm like fuel on fire So if you're gonna get made Don't be afraid of what you've learned
On the day that I turned 23 I was curled up underneath a dogwood tree When suddenly a girl Her skin the color of a pearl She wandered aimlessly, but she didn't seem to see She was listening for the angels just like me So I stood and looked about I brushed the leaves off of my snout And then I heard my mother shouting through the trees You should have seen that girl go shaky at the knees So I took her by the arm We settled down upon a farm And raised our children up as gently as you please
And now my fur has turned to skin And I've been quickly ushered in To a world that, I confess, I do not know But I still dream of running careless through the snow Through the howling winds that blow Across the ancient distant flow To fill our bodies up like water till we know
You can wear your fur Like a river on fire But you'd better be sure If you're making God a liar I'm a rattlesnake, babe, I'm like fuel on fire So if you're gonna get made Don't be afraid of what you've learned
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