Sparklehorse
Good Morning Spider
( Capitol
) 1999
"I
wanna be a stupid and shallow motherfucker now"
{
Whisper is there will be news on the latest Sparklehorse LP very soon.
In anticipation, there is always Good Morning Spider to comfort
the brain. }
There
are bands & albums you read about and see compared often - Low,
Bedhead, Codeine as example - but the true wealth is in exploring the
creator. When Sparklehorse poet Mark
Linkous crafted Good Morning Spider, he was living in the
sticks of (Bremo Bluff) Virginia [now relocated to North Carolina] and
recording the skeleton to these nature anthems in a shed dubbed Static
King.
Still
showing the edginess that carried Vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot
(see: "Pig", "Happy Man") and forecasting the fuzzy
bed of baby's breath that would follow ("It's A Wonderful Life"),
Good Morning Spider is the prime area to form
a foundation dedicated to the illustrious swirl of imagery Linkous displays.
If
you have seen my references to this album (I'd guess 1 out of every
10 reviews has some hint), yet have never taken the time to visit it
- get in touch with me
directly so I can flood your walking path with only the most delicate
soils imaginable. [Go ahead, bother me.]
You
cannot craft an album like Good
Morning Spider while living in a city flooded with mass transit,
buildings with elevators or animals restricted to cages. This is the
sound of dirty fingernails, crickets as family, taking the gravel road
everywhere and - quite honestly - acres of uncharted foliage reaching
towards the burnt sky. Owning a horse or 3 couldn't harm the inspiration
either.
I
can revisit this album many times over (and I do) and still find a lyric,
breath, chord or composition that puts chill bumps on the spines of
my teeth.
Mark
Linkous is the lyricist for all creatures with inaudible voices, a scientist
who can turn dust to gold, and the keeper of one of the finest minds
(be it fractured or faulty) for all time. Who needs a book when
you can listen to Sparklehorse?
the
only things I really need is water, a gun, and rabbits.
let
me rest my fevered cheek upon your warm sweet bellies.
k
:: ( today ) 
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