Song of the Day: I’m From Barcelona – Always Spring

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Barcelona -It’s only fitting I write about the band I’m From Barcelona whilst staying in Barcelona. Ironically enough, I’m from Barcelona is not actually from Barcelona, but a twenty nine person band in Sweden.

That’s right, 29 members. What are their riders like? Must be insane. They had a lovely jangly debut disk called Let Me Introduce My Friends a few years ago that was a great companion to my summer. They are back again with a new album, called Forever Today and with it comes a new single – “Always Spring.” It’s one of those impossibly happy tracks that will have you toe tapping and humming almost immediately. Check it out

Pulp Countdown (Tres Días!!!): Disco 2000

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Barcelona – THREE DAYS! That’s all that stands between me, and Pulp. In concert for the first time in over nine years, this Sheffield band is a mere 72 or so hours away from reintroducing themselves to the public in a big way.

Disco 2000 is a song I consider the most important in my life. It changed everything. Before Pulp, I was a fairly normal music listener, just taking whatever was in the top forty. After hearing this song, I went down the path that any indie music fan takes – the one where you find music you like, instead of having music given to you. Surprisingly enough, I caught Disco 2000 on Muchmusic one Saturday afternoon when I was watching some special they had called “Red Hot Much” or something. Anyways, I was blown away by this song. It was super catchy, clever and had a wonderful hook that just stayed with you far after the song was finished.

After hearing that song, I went about looking up this random band named Pulp, then I went to HMV and bought the cd and after a few listens it was over – I was a Pulp fan and thus began the great music odyssey that has cumulated with me in Spain about to hear a song that led me down the path that I have taken. It’ll be awesome.

Song of the Day: Theme Park – Milk

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Barcelona – OLA! Greetings from Spain. Posts are going to be short and sweet.

Today’s song of the day is going to be about an English band named Theme Park. They have a single out called “Milk” and what can I say? It’s got a catchy indie pop meets Talking Heads vibe to it. The PR email says the band is made up of two brothers and 3 friends living in London. The band just started making new music this year, 2011. Great for them – live the dream kids, live the dream. I don’t have anymore information about them, and Googling them makes me think about that ’90s game where you can make your own theme park so I get distracted.

Pulp Countdown (1 WEEK!!!): Do You Remember The First Time?

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Toronto – There are two things that make Pulp‘s His ‘n Hers a classic album: simplicity in storytelling and potent, nostalgic emotion. At its heart and soul, this record is about broken hearts in a rear-view mirror. Yet oddly, it’s not at all bitter, but really the opposite–whenever I listen to this album now, I’m struck by how perfect its memory of positive pain is. Listening to songs like Do You Remember The First Time? now, it’s hard not to longingly remember a time when I wasn’t entirely jaded by the idea of a relationship.

Romance is just better when you’re young.

Some folks may argue with me here, and I’m not saying you can’t fall in love at any advanced age. But no matter how hard one may try, it’ll never encapsulate the magic (or horror) of the first time. Not because it’s better or worse, but mainly because you’ve already jumped in the pool so to speak. The first time you swim, you remember it. A lot of things are like that by virtue of their novelty–first day of school, first job, first crush, first love/first unrequited love, certainly the first time you had sex, and so on and so forth.

We had briefly discussed the idea of “youth is wasted on the young” in last night’s podcast, and seeing as we’re all in the depths of our 30’s now, it all rings so true. So maybe that was the case for His-n-Her-era-Jarvis Cocker as well, who would’ve been exactly our age at the time he wrote and released “Do You Remember the First Time?” (likely 30 or 31).

Initial impressions of this song suggest that this is in reference to losing one’s virginity, but when you start listening to the lyrics (and this is really where the album makes the most impact), it becomes more vague. Maybe he’s talking about the first time he had sex with a woman he loved. Maybe he’s talking about the first time he nailed someone he thought he loved. Maybe he’s talking about being the “other man” in an on again-off again. Maybe he’s talking about being gay. The scenarios are endless, but the longing remains the same.

Everything is better when you look at it in hindsight, from far away.

Everything that is, with the exception of my first time. I was 17, shut my eyes, and hoped for the best. I’ll spare you the rest of the details, but I suppose that was TMI for most, anyway.


You say you’ve got to go home
cos he’s sitting on his own again this evening.
I know you’re gonna let him bore your pants off again.
Oh God, it’s half past eight, you’ll be late.

You say you’ve never been sure,
though it makes good sense for you to be together.
Still you bought a toy that can reach the places he never goes.
Oh, now it’s getting late.
He’s so straight.

Do you remember the first time?
I can’t remember a worse time.
But you know that we’ve changed so much since then, oh yeah,
we’ve grown. Now I don’t care what you’re doing,
no I don’t care if you screw him.
Just as long as you save a piece for me,
oh yeah

You say you’ve got to go home.
Well at least there’s someone there that you can talk to.
And you never have to face up to the night on your own.
Jesus, it must be great to be straight.

Do you remember the first time?
I can’t remember a worse time.
But you know that we’ve changed so much since then,
oh yeah, we’ve grown.
Now I don’t care what you’re doing,
no I don’t care if you screw him.
Just as long as you save a piece for me,
oh yeah