The next time I hear the new Tunabunny album I’m incensed, beaten down.
By Everett True The first (1) time I listened to the new Tunabunny album ——————– it was out of a sense of obligation, not nasty, on my headphones late night at home.
Guys, guys, GUYS. If you never read a single thing that I’ve written for Collapse Board so far – or if, perhaps, you have but think I’m too much of a noob to know anything (in which case, I’d agree with you) – well, shut up and read the following statement out loud: Tunabunny is […]
Ohhh, Charlotte. How I adore thee. I hear this and I want to be up on deck with you, scouring the seven seas with your bad pirate self.
Sometimes, the concept is enough in itself. My head is still reeling from being around the psychedelic fountain.
So I tried Pandora just now. Its slogan is: Listen to Free Internet Radio. Find New Music. I was psyched.
This is much more than a band; this is a lesson in how to be human.
The 49 Americans were an experiment in the pursuit of happiness.
So what does this tell us? That I still have a musical bone in my body? That we all reference from the familiar? That nothing is new? To my mind, it’s all about telling something true. And therein lies the spark.
Seweeeet!!! Thought stuff like this had died and gone to the pub. A rough jewel of integrity in a sea of overproduction and hype. ‘course they’ll never ‘get’ anywhere – and therein lies their beauty. Made my day. Thanks fir that. Thanks indeed.