Friday, February 02, 2007

Oh, Danielson

I laid in bed last night for the better part of an hour listening to this guy's new album. Just when I thought he couldn't get any stranger he goes and proves me wrong again. But at the same time the music seems to get better the stranger it gets. I'm teetering dangerously close to labeling him a genius. I swing back and forth between smiling uncontrollably and experiencing that weird feeling you get watching a clown skipping down a sidewalk holding a bunch of balloons . There's something so creepy about the music, but so pleasing at the same time. Yes, this is experimental.

And all because I happened to pick up a $1.00 clearance cd at a now-defunct Christian bookstore in Hixson the night Julie Barfield made me drive 35 minutes to the nearest one-hour photo. Thank you Julie.