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fleepSOUNDTRACK: THE HADEN TRIPLETS-Tiny Desk Concert #345 (March 31, 2014).

hadenThe Haden Triplets are the daughters of Charlie Haden.  Individually, they are Petra (from That Dog and a cool solo reproduction of The Who Sell Out), Rachel (from The Rentals and other projects) and Tanya Haden (from Let’s Go Sailing).

Here they eschew all of their alt leaning and focus on straightforward old-school country.  Their harmonies are gorgeous, and when accompanied by the upright bass and simple drums and Rachel’s (I think) violin, they create an impressively full sound.

I don’t have too much more to say about it.  It’s just very solid old school female harmonized country songs.  I didn’t know any of the songs, but they do four: “Single Girl, Married Girl,” “Voice From On High,” “Slowly,” and “Tiny Broken Heart.”  And they seem genuinely delighted to be playing there.  I imagine that Sarah would like this very much.

I only wish they had told us who was who.  And that this wasn’t edited so much.  I don’t know how long these performances are in total, but sometimes it feels like they edit too much out of these shows (do they have bandwidth problems?).

[READ: June 25, 2014] Fleep

A pile of interesting graphic novels came to my desk this week.  And the first one I felt compelled to read was Fleep.

As you can see by the cover, it promised to be a pretty stark book.  And indeed it was.

The story opens with a young man entering a phone book.  The drawing style very simple–some subtle shadings that belie the simplicity of the over all look (the main guy has a round head and round eyes, but doesn’t look “childish” and almost all of the book takes place in the same location from the same angle).

The next page is all dark but for his eyeballs as the guy (unnamed for much of the story), tries to figure out what happened to him. He soon realizes that he is in the phone booth and the phone booth is surrounded by concrete on all sides.  He picks up the phone and there is a dial tone, but he can’t seem to call anyone.  The phone book is in gibberish and the phone booth now says FLEEP where it once said PHONE.  He rifles through his pockets and finds some strange coins, a Russian phrasebook, a pen and a piece of paper with Russian writing (that he can’t read) on one side and numbers on the other.  (more…)

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