ARTiST: The Book Of Daniel
TiTLE: Songs For The Locust King
LABEL: Riptide Recordings
GENRE: Indie
TiME: 53:54 min
SiZE: 76,8 MB
BiTRATE: VBRkbps
RiP DATE: Dec-27-2006
RELEASE DATE: Nov-20-2006
WEBSiTE: n/a
Track List:
01. Early Morning Prayer 03:28
02. The Camels Parade 05:15
03. Dead Ringer Dead Ringer 04:25
04. Busy Bee 08:49
05. 3rd Of December 06:00
06. Rabbit Boy 04:58
07. Dream On, Wildhead 04:37
08. Paper Birds 03:55
09. Hokus Pokus 07:14
10. Hallelujah 05:13
Release Notes:
"It is so hard to be yourself,
when everybody says you are somebody else"
from "The Camels Parade"
My name is Daniel Gustafsson and for a long time I
had this picture of me above my piano where Iam
standing in front of a mirror trying to look like a
50ies jazzcat in a badly tailored suite, like a
cheap dandy wearing a pair of sneakers that looked
like something a gypsy would wear, and every time I
saw that picture I thought I looked like someone who
is really trying his best to
play gospel while contemplating the fact that he is
a white small town kid from Sweden who grew up with
soccer and Kiss posters on his bedroom walls.
And still Iam really that boy because even if my
perspective is broader today I could not hand you
anything, but the thought of that picture to try to
pinpoint me and my music which is just as much
Debussy as Keith Richards, just as much Carl Michael
Bellman as Miles Davis, just as much Van Morrison as
swedish broadsheet ballads and Nusrat Fateh Ali
Khan, Alice & John Coltrane and Joseph Brodsky and
my grandfathers bad knees and the lake where he
tought me to swim and Scott Walker, Eric Satie, Jeff
Buckley and being drunk while walking home with your
best friends and shaking hands for the first time
with someone you know will change your life and
Mississippi John Hurt, Popsicle and Blind Willie
Johnson and so on and so on.
Yes, the musical church is broad, but it is still my
church and it does have a roof and so does yours,
and in the end it is all about good feeling and
music from the crotch or as the chinese poem reads:
"The harvest-fly sings through the night,
and the smell of chrysanthemum is palpable,
so is the stench of piss"