Artist: Damien Jurado
Album: Brothers And Sisters Of The Eternal Son
Bitrate: 221kbps avg
Quality: EAC Secure Mode / LAME 3.98.4 / -V0 / 44.100Khz
Label: Secretly Canadian
Genre: Indie
Size: 101.88 megs
PlayTime: 1h 00min 24sec total
Rip Date: 2014-01-17
Store Date: 2014-01-17
Track List: Disc #1/2
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01. Magic Number 3:08
02. Silver Timothy 3:16
03. Return To Maraqopa 2:48
04. Metallic Cloud 3:25
05. Jericho Road 3:40
06. Silver Donna 6:06
07. Silver Malcolm 3:21
08. Silver Katherine 3:25
09. Silver Joy 3:07
10. Suns In Our Mind 2:10
Track List: Disc #2/2
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01. Plains To Crash 3:09
02. Return To Maraqopa 2:55
03. Silver Timothy 2:56
04. Metallic Cloud 3:21
05. Silver Malcolm 3:20
06. All For You 2:21
07. Jericho Road 4:35
08. Silver Katherine 3:21
Release Notes:
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Damien is out of his goddamn mind.
This isn't a recent development, but it's an important aspect of his work that
often goes ignored. In place of this key element is the idea that his music is a
sober and in-depth excavation of the American landscape and rural psyche. Well,
folks, I'm sorry, but it's not. In other words: there is no railway station east
of Ohio.
Abandoned motels, barren highways, magazine killers, Chevrolets backing out of
driveways in the middle of the night, wedding photos, intoxicated hands,
bleary-eyed circus clowns, barstool salvation, yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it:
"America". We'd all like to live there, but we don't. No one does. We're stuck
with Jamba Juice and the internet, occasionally a charming, aesthetically
pleasing dilapidated monument of the pre-Air Conditioned Nightmare on the side
of the road. For a minute we can marvel and say "Wow, there's nothing out here!"
Nothing except a huge fucking interstate freeway and a massive telecommunication
network on which we can Instagram bucolic isolation.
Out there is nowhere, but inside is endless
You know what else they have a lot of in "America"? Religion. Don't leave out
that old-time relijun or your souflee of polite, revisionist, fantasy America is
going to fall flat at the foot of the Cross. When "folk" comes up in their
iTunes genre column, them lily-white champions of gravel-voiced,
hard-won-wisdom-shilling, Millennial old-timin'Ö expect some goddamn symbolic
imagery, man! Not actual faith per se, I mean, c'mon now, what are you: fucking
insane?
Damien Jurado is every character in every Damien Jurado song. He is the gun, the
purple anteater, the paper wings, the avalanche, the air show disaster, Ohio,
the ghost of his best friend's wife. It is a universe unto its own, with it's
own symbolism, creation myth, and liturgy. You might go as far as to call it a
religion, and your religion is a character in his religion.
Level with me. You're reading this because of Damien Jurado's new album,
Brothers and Sisters of the Eternal Son (produced by Richard Swift). You are a
progressive minded, left-leaning person who in parlor-style conversation
regarding the globo-political ramifications of Sky Person relationships laughs
knowingly so as not to be judgmental and very reasonably concedes "Well, I don't
believe He's some old man with a beard sitting up in the clouds" at which point
everyone agrees on [insert benign middle-ground] and moves on.
Consider this: What if the only way to understand a religion is to create your
own?
Who is this Silver community? Where the hell are they in the Bible? Is this
heresy? Agnostic reference? Isn't this sun business a little, I don't know,
animistic? Pagan? Go ahead and answer that question for yourself. I'll give you
a second.
Do you understand the music any better?
Faith is like theater: it isn't meant to be read, or analyzed it is meant to be
performed and inhabited. Upon being asked if he believed in Gawd or not, Norman
Mailer replied, "Sure, why don't you and make him better?"
You know that adage we all use so we have something to say while we shrug our
shoulders? "People change"? That one. Is that applicable to Jesus Christ? Maybe
he's been on a personal journey of discovery since he ascended. He went through
the 60's, 70's, he turned on, tuned out, got disillusioned. Why can't we talk
about that Jesus? Does it have to be the old-timey one all the time? American
folk Jesus, ugh. The one who's always winning Best Soundtrack Oscars for people.
Rarely do stories of faith make us identify with Jesus. It's Abraham, Satan,
Silver Timothy, Salome, Dr. J, Saul of Tarsus; divinely imperfect brothers and
sisters who give Gawd something to do.
Damien Jurado made up his own Jesus because a Damien Jurado album needs a
beautiful Jesus. Some freaky space Jesus that I don't recognize. The name is the
same, a lot of the imagery is the same, but he's reborn. Born again, I mean.
Yeah, as if Jesus got born again. That's what this album sounds like.
Jesus is out of his goddamn mind and I want to live in Damien's America.
Sign me up.
--- Father John Misty; 09-20-2013