Thanks to the sonic virus vectors at Radio 1190, I’m currently slipping deep into an obsession with The Mountain Goats and their new album, Tallahassee.
It’s different from their (his?) older material only inasmuch as it’s done in a studio and not on a home cassette rig.
Something about me, right now, is vulnerable to Mountain Goat infection – something about the direction of my thoughts today, which have been swirling around mortality and relationships and the future, and small towns and old friends and (as ever) the End Times, something in me is leaping along with these songs.
Especially listening to this one, here, …which is presented as part of this interview …where he talks about a show in Tallahassee where his fingers bled.
North Florida. Heartbreak. Rain. Memory. Road trips.

Music reads minds.

and then the old voice crackled through the static.
and i felt young and alive
and the hair stood up on the back of my neck
we were rising from the grave, yeah yeah.

If you're feeling especially nosy, the "personal" song he refers to in the interview is on the web here, as an mp3.