Meredith Bragg • Birds of North America

Okay, first off, Reader, full disclosure—I’ve known this week’s featured artist for going on 17 years. Which, A) means we’re both old as crap, and; B) means I’m totally biased. That said, this guy’s the best ever, as is his music.

Meredith Bragg and I first toyed with the idea of starting a band in the lounges of our respective freshman year dorms—one of which had a piano—way back in 1994. Obviously it’d have to be named after a rabbit from Watership Down—why anyone would pass up an opportunity to have their band be a namesake from that book was beyond either of us at that point. And though we didn’t get on it right away, a couple of years later, we teamed up with an amazing drummer—one Jon Roth—and started playing really, really, really emo music under the moniker, Speedwell. Like, we had a song that went for like 8 minutes and included the entire recording of the Hindenburg disaster. Yeah. That emo.

The band went through a number of iterations, adding our friends Brian and Cheryl at various stages, and—as many bands do—eventually succumbed to the many challenges that are thrown at you as you get older and try to balance the day-to-day, pay-the-bills life with the romanticized life of a touring, recording independent musician, the most significant of which is getting OLD.

Which, to my mind, makes it all the more impressive that Meredith’s kept the musical torch light bright and held high, producing better and better music with each year. Again, I’m telling you now, Reader—I’m biased. But take a listen to this week’s Song of the Week, “Birds of North America,” from his out-tomorrow third full-length, Nest. You can buy the record here, stream it for free here via Paste Magazine (for a limited time), and, if you’re in the New York City area, check him out with Donny Hue + the Colors and Lisa Crawley Wednesday at the Rock Shop. But, before you do any of that, why don’t you read our intimate, let’s say fireside interview below, where we discuss such salient topics of today as waking up in the drunk tank, how it’s okay to eat at good restaurants, and which trees are the most emo.

Kindness of Ravens: Alright, it’d be disrespectful to both you and me if I didn’t ask you this right out of the gate—What the f is up, dude? Why’d you give up the edge? I saw you drinking whiskey from a plastic cup not two weeks ago and I have PHOTOS OF YOU with a shirt that reads “NAILED TO THE X.” On the front! IN GLOW-IN-THE-DARK LETTERING!!! 

Meredith Bragg: What? You told me you were going to lob softballs! I bet you didn’t ask Davey von Bohlen these questions.

I still have that glow-in-the-dark shirt somewhere. I can’t get rid or it despite having fallen from my straight edge perch my junior year in college. What can I say? People change and I have acquired a taste for fine spirits. I mean, it’s not like you’re spending 20 minutes every morning gelling your hair into spikes anymore… (not that I’d bring that up in a public forum, mind you).

KoR: Well-played, Bragg. Well-played. Though I hope to see that shirt at the show Wednesday. Sincerely though, looking back now—what, say, 17 years later?—had you the chance, would you go back and slap that 18-year-old self in the face and yell at him for distributing zines about how much big pantsed ravers sucked and everyone who drank a Bud Light was lame? Or was it just a slightly different take on the rebellious teen thing for you?

MB: Absolutely the latter. The only thing I regret from my high school hardcore days was my refusal to wear earplugs. I’m paying for that now.

KoR: I didn’t catch that last part, but now you’re a settled-on-down, married, tax-paying father in northern Virginia. Do you ever feel too…sorry…old for the whole playing in clubs for drink tickets rock scene, or do you think your audience has kind of grown and evolved with your own sound?

MB: I think there are certain genres that allow musicians to grow old gracefully. It’s not like I’m jumping off Marshall stacks and screaming into microphones EVERY night.

That said, there were times when it felt awkward. Thankfully a few years back a magical thing happened. We were touring down to Austin for SXSW and stopped in Houston to play a show. Our cellist—who comes from the classical music world and is completely immune from any perceived indie-cred baggage—wanted to get dinner at a moderately priced restaurant around the corner from the venue. Picture a restaurant with a wine menu, cloth napkins and a hostess. A few of us in the band started to balk. We were stuck in this mindset that indie rock musicians had to sleep on floors and eat at gas stations. She gently reminded us that we all have day jobs and we were basically on vacation anyway.

I swear to you, a little light bulb went off. The notion of forcing ourselves into a younger “rock-scene” mindset just shut down. We stopped pretending we were 18 year-old struggling musicians and started acting like a bunch of friends who enjoy going out and playing music. I threw out the expectation of “breaking even” and any notion of a “band fund” that must be replenished. It was liberating.

KoR: Okay, but do you ever miss the straight-up, SUPER-emo scene? Like, REALLY screaming out some lyrics that’d be supremely embarrassing today and bleeding actual blood onto your guitar while kids sing along with you in a suburban basement before buying you scattered and smothered hash browns at 2AM in a Waffle House and then letting you fall asleep on their musty couch for three hours? How can you NOT miss that?

MB: Nostalgia is hard to shake, but actually…no. I had a good time. It was fun. But I really can’t say I want to go back. I like where I am. A lot.

KoR: Hm. Well-adjusted with a loving family and friends and family nearby. I guess that sounds alright.

So, I know you’re hyper-critical of yourself as a musician, but how do you think this album differs from your previous ones? Did you start in on it with anything in particular in-mind as far as an end result or sound?

MB: You think I’m hyper-critical? I KNEW I had to work on that!

I think sonically this feels more expansive than other records. It’s definitely more varied.

KoR: I like the weird glitchy electronic bits.

MB: Thanks! Chad Clark is a fantastic producer and over the years has pushed me to embrace the weird. I should send you some of the earlier mixes. There is some crazy stuff in there.

KoR: Like Star Trek samples? Tibetan throat-singing? 

MB: Dogs barking. Literally. And slowed down until it was even creepier
than that sounds. 

KoR: That sounds kinda Wes Craven. Anyway, you’ve told me in the past your lyrics aren’t usually about anything in particular; that the subjects in your songs aren’t real people or actual situations. Is that still the case? I mean, you just had a child and you’ve got a lovely, lovely wife. SURELY they’ve got a song or two! HAVE YOU NO HEART, MAN!!??

MB: Over half this record is either directly or indirectly about having a kid.
The other half is all about you.

KoR: FINALLY! So I’m assuming the album title—Nest—a reflection of your new role as a father then? You were a pretty wild club kid back in the day—all-night raves, popping pills, sleeping it all off in the drunk tank. Things have changed, dude.

MB: I seem to remember drinking tea, playing Tekken and occasionally playing capture the flag. Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for your other male friend named Meredith.
And yes.

KoR: Forgive the non-music-y, design-y question, but you had our mutual friend/mortal-enemy-designer, Jeff Docherty, create your album art (below). In all seriousness, the cover’s beautiful. Well done, Mr. Docherty. When we’ve done art for you in the past, though, you just kinda let us run with it. Was it the same with Jeff’s design or did you give him direction—it does look pretty nest-y, after all.

MB: It’s actually a rejected design idea Jeff had for another project. I loved the image and thanked the gods that someone else had passed on it. The title came from the design.

And while we’re at it, let me give a little shout out for the EP design.
You people do good work.

KoR: Shucks, thanks.

We’ve asked this general question of a few of our interviewees, but what’s your take on the whole rapidly evolving music industry and music consumer gestalt? Is it a harder or easier out there today for the independent music maker?

MB: As both a consumer and creator, I love where we are. It has never been so easy for creative people to have their work seen/heard. Of course I miss record stores, but I don’t pine for the days before the Internet. Would anyone? Creative destruction is a natural, wonderful and sometimes uneasy thing.

KoR: Good answer! Also, we’re now going Zip a folder of the MP3s from your new record and give it away for FREE!

Okay, I’ve got the best cover song you should do Wednesday, 100%. Will you agree to learn it and play it in three days?

MB: This better be good.

KoR: “Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart” by Alicia Keys. It’s seriously an awesome song, it’d give you great crossover potential, and you could do it either low-down straight acoustic, or play it with that hype beat in there too. DO IT!!!
Alicia Keys • Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart

MB: That IS pretty fantastic….

KoR: I’ll assume you’re agreeing to that and I can’t wait to hear it! Alright though, lightening round, my friend—Band we should be listening to but may not have heard of? …Don’t say Split Lip.

MB: In Our Time. It’s actually a BBC talk podcast, not a band, but A) you should be listening to it and B) I’m sure I haven’t heard anything new that you aren’t already listening to (I went through your record collection when I stayed over last weekend… it’s pretty thorough). 

KoR: A) You’re a nerd for suggesting a podcast, from BBC, no less, B) you’re obviously partial because it’s hosted by a Bragg, and 3) alright, we’ll check it out. Favorite restaurant in the DC metro area?

MB: PX. Technically it’s not a restaurant, but a fancy bars close to my house. Sue me.

KoR: Stop evading the questions! Favorite ‘hood in the DC metro area?

MB: Whatever park my kid is running around in.

KoR: Aw, damn. We can’t say anything mean about that. Most emo tree?

MB: White birch.

KoR: Second most emo tree?

MB: Tie—weeping willow or a barren oak with a single leaf threatening to fall…in silhouette…listening to The Promise Ring.
KoR: I just finger-pointed. Book you’re reading right now?

MB: A Clash of Kings.
KoR: You are behind, my friend. Favorite track on the new record?

MB: “Barking Dogs.”
KoR: Best D+D class/race combo?

MB: NERD!
KoR: Okay, okay. Have you ever made your own fresh pasta? It’s really good.

MB: No. But I make a mean hot and sour soup.
KoR: Oooooh. Can we get the recipe some time? Most emo line in a song ever?

MB: Trick question—the most emo line is the sound of a single tear falling onto a breakup letter.
KoR: You pass, Bragg. And finally, are you sleeping on our couch Wednesday night?

MB: Not this time. But I’ll be back.

KoR: YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Again, be sure to check out Meredith et al at the Rock Shop Wednesday night if you’re in or around NYC. It’s sure to be a great show, and hey, you can buy us a beer! ….please. We can’t find our wallet. And, as an added bonus, you can listen to an old-school emo, but still kinda cool song from our old rabbit band, previous to the addition of Mr. Brian Minter or Ms. Cheryl Huber. Word on the street—meaning from Jon, our old drummer—is that a Speedwell discography will be coming out on Coolidge Records late 2011/early 2012.

Bragg and the author, on tour
together in 2002. Trying to sleep.

Speedwell • Pacifique

 

This Friday brings us an eclectic mix of shout-outs, and happenings. First…us.

In Interview
We’re not necessarily the types to toot our own horn much…we’re not even the types to type the word “toot” unless it’s part of a CLASSIC joke, but we were lucky enough to sit down recently with Amy Schroeder. Amy is the famed founder of one of our all-time favorite magazines, Venus, and she’s now gone on to start the DIY Business Association, which “empowers, educates, and connects creative small businesses and self-employed people to help them grow their businesses.” Cool, right? We attended their inaugural conference in Brooklyn at the end of June, and Amy was kind enough to ask us to do an interview for her site on small business client relationships, the start of raven + crow studio, and how being a jerk isn’t worth it. For serious. Check it out here, and stay tuned to DIYBA for more exciting events and news.

Red Hook Wed
One of our all-time-ever favorite artists and people is Jane Hyder Buck of the letterpress studio, Foxy and Winston. Jane’s been doing beautiful cards, baby clothing, bags, and wedding invites for years. So we were psyched when we saw this wedding invite map she designed for a Red Hook wedding. Beautifully awesome.

Vegan Nitty Gritty
Here’s a nice article in the Huffington Post from author Maya Gottfried on going cruelty-free and how it changed her life.

No Mo Moo’s Blues
Speaking of cruelty-free, check out this story of a recently rescued calf at Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary. We were able to meet Kayli the calf this week and she truly is adorable. Nice job, WFAS!

The Air Up There
Finally, check out the crazy nuts aerialist, Seanna Sharpe on the Williamsburg Bridge earlier this week. She may have been charged with a felony offense, but this is pretty amazing nonetheless. Best of luck to her and her partner as they suss all of that out. And we sincerely hope you all have a great weekend!

Wild Flag • Future Crimes
You know how every band you ever liked in college has gotten back together in the past few years to play crazy over-priced shows and make you kind of feel bad for how old they are and—worse—how old you are? I know, right?

What if, instead of doing that, a bunch of your favorite musicians from your favorite bands started a NEW band that played NEW music? Like that band Eric Bachman, Mac McCaughan, Davey von Bohlen, and Björk started, Smokejumper. Or the one Carrie Brownstein, Rebecca Cole, Mary Timony, and Janet Weiss started, Wild Flag.

Okay, that first one’s 100% made-up, but how crazy would that band be? The second one, however, is as real as the massive cloud of humidity that’s settled upon New York City and most everywhere else in the US today. But much, MUCH more awesome. Timony (of Helium fame, for anyone who’s having trouble harkening back), who now lives in DC, and the other band mates (Brownstein + Weiss of Sleater-Kinney, most notably, Cole of the Minders), who live in Portland, were evidently hesitant to proclaim this a ‘new band’ at first, understandably. As their Merge bio puts it:
“Wild Flag wanted to figure out dynamics, hear how the songs breathed in a live context, build cohesion and unity, and emerge as a singular force prior to putting those sounds onto tape. Wild Flag always intended to grow organically, never wanting to take for granted that an audience existed based on previous endeavors. So, instead of recording an album and then playing shows, they went on various tours, playing tiny club shows in the US and building up a fervent audience of their own.”

So kinda the opposite of what all these other old bands are doing—”Hey kid…who is now an old man…come see us play all those old songs. You liked it then, you’ll like it now. We can drink $9 Buds.” Or something. Admirable, but how do they SOUND?

So far, so good, we say. Of the three songs released so far, one’s a pretty tripped out, psych-y version of what I would assume to be a modern day Helium song, with Timony taking the lead vocals; one’s a rather blissfully simple nod to the more classic Sleater-Kinney sound (this week’s Song of the Week); and the most recent one—”Romance”—seems the most unique so far, blending a whole lot of recognizable sounds with some retro-sounding backing vocals and handclaps and plenty of new…just goodness. High-five to the new-old-new!!!!

Wild Flag’s playing all over the place this fall to support their debut full-length that….HEY!…is coming out on our anniversary. Well now we HAVE to pre-order it. Let’s see, 1st is paper; 2nd, cotton;…and yeah, 8th—indie rock super-group albums! What are the odds?

Okay, okay, okay. We know, Reader—It’s not Monday. But we here at Kindness of Ravens are hella patriotic, and we simply could not bring ourselves to soil the reputation of our fine nation by stooping to such a thing as blogging on the 4th of July. Come that day, if you find us blogging…the terrorists really have won. Are bloggers allowed to write ‘terrorist’ again yet? Hm. I hope so.

Anyway, Reader, as you’re working through that post-holiday procrastination to-do list, prolonging the ever-important task of avoiding true responsibility and productive work, add listening to this week’s Song of the Week right to the top there. Brooklyn’s We Are Augustines (who, like last week’s artist, also have a lovely site) formed among the smokey ruins of the short-lived band, Pela. Shortly after the demise of that band, two of Pela’s main contributors—Bill McCarthy and Eric Sanderson—moved on to the new project that would become We Are Augustines. McCarthy wrote “Book of James” about the suicide of his brother, James, which happened soon after the turbulent times that led to the end of Pela and creation of this new project. The song is a driving, emotional piece, played with a raw intensity and sung with a truthful rasp that are all brought together to create a superb, sincere, and simple sound.

You can get the digital version of their debut album—Rise Ye Sunken Ships—over on the iTunes, and you can hear another nice track and watch a video of people making out in Williamsburg below. Check out their site for some interviews, lyrics, show info, and less make-out-y videos.

Björk • Crystaline

Holy shit, Reader. We’re kinda reeling of late, recovering from our minds continually being blown and then reassembled in new and exciting ways, over the weekend by a ton of DIY BA conference awesomeness—more on that later—and now by the queen of the weirdly beautiful, Björk.  Sit back and enjoy this amazing, so-far-from-disapointing new track from her forthcoming studio album/Web art project, Biophilia (due this September). Our tip: Stick around for the break-beatingly superb ending of the song. Call us overly optimistic and good-mooded today, but we’d say it’s mind-blowing. MIND-BLOWING. Also mind-blowing, her spaced out, crazily designed site. Beautiful and understandably innovative work from m/m paris and Toronto’s Jam3, who are evidently alien robots form the future.

Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs • Trouble

Reader, we need to be entirely up-front with you—we’re dragging today. We’re not 100% why— we got a decent amount of sleep this weekend, we ate all our veggies, and we even got out of town for a quick jaunt upstate a bit, but we are not your usual happy-go-lucky, we’ve-got-the-world-in-the-palm-of-our-hands selves.

Our only hypothesis is that we somehow ended up a super-creepy british party like our artist of the week did int he video below. Orlando Higginbottom AKA Totally Enormous Extinct Dinosaurs seems to have some issues if you go by what’s happening here—super-skeezy bearded dudes in really tight 70s pants eyeing you from across the room; multiple bizarre sets of headgear; the apparent total lack of emotion…. Dude’s in need of some serious couch time.

And yet, he can write a damn fine song. The dead-pan singing, glitchy dancy music, and super-Britishness will draw immediate comparisons to Hot Chip, but I was personally rather disappointed with their last endeavor, so I welcome this strange, strange fella’s throwing of the gigantic metal pronged hat into the electro-Brit-pop ring. Bizarre it up, sir! Bizarre it up, indeed.

BOBBY • Sore Spores
Reader, though we gave you fair warning with our last post that we’d be taking a little time away from the blog to attend to things like demanding work schedules and even more demanding party planning schedules (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATIE!!!), we nonetheless have been plagued by persistent pangs of guilt for shunning our committed, silent, potentially fictional audience.

So we give you a better-late-than-never Music Monday post featuring a band we saw open up for the phenomenal Thao + Mirah last week—the enigmatic, hippy-trippy, search-engine-defeating BOBBY. Yes, their name is unfortunate, we must admit, but they seem to have fully embraced it, talking about the band as an ethereal entity in and of itself—
“When Tom (primary songwriter) finally did meet him face to face in the Spring of 2010, Bobby became nervous and got sick all over his little brown tap shoes and turned into a mist. He was naught but vapor for a whole month, but soon after that, they fell in together; Tom making tunes to accompany Bobby’s sad dances.”

I know. Trippy stuff. But you’ve got to hand it to them—they have fully embraced this odd, hallucinogenic-like  persona for the band, which is pretty evident in their live show, which features Woodstock-era wavy arm dancing and some pretty kaleidoscopic bizarro visuals. Taking any of this alone, it’s easy to immediately dislike the band. Especially when they name their songs things like “Ginger (Water Birth),” “Shimmychick,” and “Tomb Bloom.” But taken as a whole, and especially in long form—either at one of their live shows or in listening to their album start-to-finish—they start to win you over with their seemingly sincere blend of chaotic tranquility, accented by catchy, unique instrumentation and a good balance of rhythm-centric and melody-centric singing.

This week’s Song of the Week—“Sore Spores”—(worst title yet), gives evidence to this with an eerily catchy keyboard/theremin line and nice call-and-response from Tom and singer, Molly Sarle. Check ’em out. Their live show really is nice—like very chilled out stumble through a psychedelic forest—and we highly suggest catching them with Thao + Mirah if you can. Excellent show overall. You can find tour dates here (looks like they’re hitting up NYC again in July). And you can pre-order their album, out next week. But give it a listen first—NPR’s got the whole thing up as one of their First Listen features.

Des Ark • Ashley’s Song

I seriously have not been able to stop listening to this week’s Song of the Week. “Ashley’s Song,” from the superbly titled album, Don’t Rock the Boat, Sink the Fucker, starts out with a whisper and quickly pulls you into what somehow feels like a guitar-heavy, spastically  rollickingly rhythmic boat ride across the Rocklantic. Yes. Exactly that.

The song comes from the sophomore album by Des Ark, led by Philadelphia’s Aimée Argote (pronounced e-MAY), which, as far as I’ve been able to find out, is a cast of characters that rotates around Aimée, her whisper-to-roar voice, and some equally, elegantly soft-to-harsh instrumentation.

You can listen to the whole album over at bandcamp and then order it in a wealth of formats (black, white, clear, AND gold vinyl?) via Lovitt Records.

Photo by Sara Sanger.

Quick note—We’ll be taking a brief break form blogging for at least the rest of the week while we catch up on actual work and dedicate some time to the redesign of our Web site (yay!) 

Computer Magic • The End of Time

I was introduced to someone over the weekend who, it turned out, was a musician. We started off in the usual manner—”What do you play?” “Do you play out much?” “Do you have anything recorded?”—and we eventually came to the part where I ask about the name of the musical entity so that I might follow up at a later point to hear some sweet, sweet tunes. Turns out, he just records under his name.

Which I totally never got. One of the BEST PARTS about playing music, aside from the enjoyment that comes from creating the actual music and getting up on stage and performing it and looking all awesome, is naming your band. Maybe I’m more alone on this than I think. Maybe it’s born of the somewhat easy-to-play-off-of last name and resulting heavy, heavy weight of countless farmer jokes I labored under as a child (“No, I do not live in the dell, stop asking, Richard Lipschitz”). Maybe I’m overly fascinated with the prospect of controlling—to some extent—the perception your audience has of you; of branding and packaging yourself in a deliberate, pre-mediatated way. Or maybe it’s just hella fun to come up with an enormous list of band names, most of which will never be used.

This week’s featured artist, Danielle ‘Danz’ Johnson, totes gets what I’m saying. Not only does she operate under am assumed moniker personally, she also records and performs under the name Computer Magic. Though her live shows pull in some supporting musicians, the recorded songs have mostly been solo endeavors of dizzying bedroom electronic architecture. The band name tips you off to the initial sound and comparisons—simple, catchy electro-pop along the lines of Little Boots—Danz’s sound is consistently enticing, interesting and built on solid song-writing. Some of her writing and style actually totally reminds of early Liz Phair.
And she’s only been at it since last winter.
We couldn’t help but follow up our lack of weekend Apocalypse with her track, “The End of Time,” but we STRONGLY encourage you to go over to her site to download the rest of the EP that song comes from, Spectronic, which she’s posted for free. She’s also just released her first hard-copy piece, Electronic Fences, which you can on white vinyl buy over at Insound. The band will be opening for All Tiny Creatures at the Mercury Lounge June 5.

With the world set to come to an end tomorrow, what better time to look back and reminisce.

Confession: I used to be in a severely emo band. What do I mean by severely emo? I mean the whole nine yards, my friend—screamy singing, bleeding from playing your guitar too awesomely hard (read: incorrectly), lyrics that almost exclusively revolved around being romantically upset, songs named after Japanese bears…all of it.

Needless to say, I was pretty heavily invested in the whole genre in its mid-nineties heyday (post-DC-hardcore, pre-mall-emo).

So I was understandably psyched when it was announced earlier this week that one of my favorite mid-nineties emo bands, Christie Front Drive, was playing a reunion show at The Bell House in Brooklyn, a modest walk from my very front door. Now, I never thought I was the reunion type (as Maritime frontman, Davey van Bohlen, said of his former band, Cap’n Jazz in our earlier interview, “it sometimes makes sense to leave the past in the past”), but, after missing last year’s seemingly only ever possible Cap’n Jazz reunion show due to catastrophic weather, I now understand that it’s wiser to go see a potentially washed-up band from your youth than it is to possibly miss out on a once-in-a-lifetime awesome musical experience. So, long story short, I got my tickets.

But all these reunions—Cap’n Jazz in 2010, now Christie Front Drive, and soon new material from mid-west emo-sweethearts, Braid—all in this very specific, 16+-year-old genre, it got me thinking: What the hell is going on?

It also seems cause enough to post five of my favorite songs from this era. No, my old band’s not in there. What do you think I am? But enjoy…for, like, 24 more hours….

Braid • Urbana’s Too Dark
Braid is one of the many influential emo bands to spring forth from the rock-motional fertile grounds of the Chicago area and, happily, they’re set to release some brand new material soon. Plus they Tweet and shit. Crazy, right?

Cap’n Jazz • Little League
Another Chicago band that bore many, many bands to come, some awesome, some….very arty. Plus Davey van Bohlen et al started it when they were, what, five? And yes, I missed they’re only reunion. Ever. I’m sure it was terrible, right?

Christie Front Drive • Field
Whether this song has actual lyrics or not, I love it. Fingers crossed, guys.

Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A Start • Song Competition
Sadly, I don’t think these fellas are around anymore, but our old band happened to play a show ages ago with them, and I’ve been in love with their math-rock-y sound ever since. And yes, that was their actual name. NERDS!!!

The Promise Ring • Watertown Plank
Totally my favorite Promise Ring song ever, and I think the first one I ever heard.

Alright, now everyone grab your backpack straps and fingerpoint to the sky, in all its fiery, final, Armageddon-ridden glory.

Most emo end times ever.

(above – photo by me of the most emo mailbox ever, used for many a show flyer in the day)