Friday, May 07, 2010

Tix Giveaway Tonight: "Neutral Uke Hotel"

FRI 5/7

8pm to 10:30pm
Golden Bloom presents "Neutral Uke Hotel"
at Arts at The Armory Cafe, 191 Highland Ave, Somerville (Spring Hill)

Update: We have a winner. Congrats, Julie Mac!

Like many others, my blackened and curmudgeonly heart goes a little gooey when I hear Neutral Milk Hotel's "In the Aeroplane Over the Sea". I want to waltz around or swing my beer mug.

Golden Bloom's Shawn Fogel is a master song in his own right. If you love powerpop, you should immediately listen to "Fan the Flames", which was one of the best albums of last year.

Fogel will play the entire album with his own little twist.

He's going to play it on the ukulele, baby!

I've been saying for a couple years that ukulele is the new hot instrument, and it may be on the verge of global domination. Maybe not domination, but why not teach every kid how to play? The ukulele beats a laptop for reliability in every case except if one sits on it...

There will be guests on melodica and trumpet and so on, but mainly you've got an awesome album + awesome performer + the awesome ukulele.

Sadly it's sold out. There are no more tickets available -- except for sheer luck that I can get you and a guest in!

Have you listened to Golden Bloom yet? Good, now you should try to win tickets to tonight's show. (Since most of you can't get in tonight, Golden Bloom is headlining the Middle East - Upstairs on THUR 5/20.)

I want to give people a chance to win, so here's the giveaway contest:

What is your favorite line of Neutral Milk Hotel lyrics?
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I will notify/announce the winner by 3pm.

Doors open at 7:30pm. Daniel Harris will play an opening set. I think they'll serve beer and wine.

(I know the #88 and the #90 buses go down Highland Ave.)


Unknown said...

How strange it is to be anything at all....

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Unknown said...

She will feed you tomatoes and radio wires,
And retire to sheets safe and clean,
But don't hate her when she gets up to leave.

Those lyrics sort of defined my college years - at least my interpretation of them, anyway.

rob v said...

Alex R. wrote...

Semen stains the mountaintops

(Communist Daughter)....Best line and most disturbing imagery

rob v said...

Lee G. wrote...

[D]efinitely from Two-Headed Boy:

The sun it is past
Now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are

(And thanks, Lee! --rv)

Julie Mac said...

"Now she's a little boy in Spain,
Playing pianos filled with flames,
On empty rings around the sun,
All sing to say my dream has come."

My favorite line from the song on the album that is most nostalgic to me. :) Thanks for giving us a 2nd chance to get in!

Samantha said...


haha. Not actually my favorite, but it's such a good count-off

rob v said...

Annabel O. wrote...

Favorite Neutral Milk Hotel lyric, from "Holland, 1945":

Now she's a little boy from Spain/ playing piano filled with flames.


bob barry said...

of lovers and of leavers still believing they are free to come back home

from sinking ship

mollidz said...

"All of them milking with green fleshy flowers
while powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines"

from Oh Comely

major themes of In the Aeroplane Over the Sea: semen, abuse, botany

rob v said...

Benny W. wrote...

My favorite lyric is from Holland 1945:

"And it's so sad to see the world agree that they'd rather see their faces fill with flies, all when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes"

rob v said...

Becca T. wrote...

no doubt it changes frequently, but, from Two-Headed Boy, in its sweet imagery...

"Creating a radio played just for two/in the parlor with a moon across her face"

How great that they're doing this show. I'm sure folks will most enjoy it.

erin said...

All secrets sleep in winter clothes.

Unknown said...

And your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder,
And your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor,
As we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for.