When it got to the part about Romani and her sister while the moon is falling, I seriously had so many feels. I never actually THOUGHT about it that way. 

Meandering thru the French Wine Country (day 2)

Bordeaux, FR Day 2: St. Emilion

Say hello to our car!  yep, def cant mistake that for anything else.  We had a minor snafoo with picking it up (FYI when traveling in small cities, when you reserve a rental car for 10:30AM it may no longer be there when you roll in around 1:00PM…)

on our short drive over to St. Emilion, we just happened to stumble upon this chateau-turned-into-hotel.  is france awesome or what? we decided that an afternoon break from our hard work of waking up, eating lunch, and driving 20 min was clearly in order and had coffee & wine. 

finally, St. Emilion!  St. Emilion is a little cute & quaint town nestled within the Bordeaux region.  Lined with narrow cobblestone streets and scores of wine shops and galleries, it was a great little town to explore for a lazy afternoon.

if you do end up making your way over to St. Emilion, I highly recommend walking up to the King’s Tower, where you can get a panoramic view of the city as well as the church, as well as the rolling green hills of the vineyards:


chateau where we had our afternoon break: Chateau Grand Barrail | Route de Libourne - D24333330 Saint-Emilion

Honey Badger

Father John Misty(Josh Tillman)
Sub Pop

Father John Misty akaJosh Tillman, is a figure that has never really garnered my attention. The prolific ex-Fleet Fox, among others acts, was a known iceberg to me. A glacier indie giant I wasn’t really fucking with to be honest. However, here we are with  I Love You Honey Bear, the bottom half lurking underneath.

Tillman’s greatest strength lies in how he creates the musical equivalent of alcoholic gummy bears. The songs on Honey Bear, are filled with gorgeous melodies and compositions spiked with lyrics effectively combining David Duchovny’s Californication incarnation and a balladeer.  The eponymous opening track is a beautiful cathedral of winding country guitars, rich strings, and booming drums vandalized with bibles of sarcastic romanticism.  Talk of crashing markets and cum stained bed sheets are swept away by semi-reassuring choruses of, love? It’s hard to tell at times and that’s what makes it so brilliantly crass.  “Cheateau Lobby #4” is filled with the same linen-draped, cynicism with sentiments essentially defecating on white-middle class conventionality form of marriage, chastity, and the trappings that follow; one of many times Tillman maligns American culture on ILYHB.

Elsewhere, Tillman’s drunken poetry flows through beautiful instrumental galleries in a torrent of explicit mannerisms of  lovers and himself.  “The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apartment” is so cynical and self-assured, that Tillman’s cartoonish depiction of a faulty lover  is pretty hilarious. Most of the first verse is just him getting annoyed about the use of like, literally and the other petty frustrations; he’s so up his own ass about this woman that he comes out the mouth aware of his own shit. Right down to the remark of white girls putting on black soul voices to seem more authentic, this song is actually one of the most charming expressions of Tillman’s unapologetic low-brow vernacular, high-brow meta awareness on this album.

The last third of the album contains the strongest ideas and execution on the record. “Ideal Husband” is a hard self-analysis of Tillman’s lurid, hedonism and sarcastically spinning it out into the qualities of a great husband in an expression of self-mockery and genuine existential doubt. “Holy Shit” takes an “Ignoreland” diatribe by inhaling and vomiting out a blitz of modern culture conventions, that surprise! Tillman does not hold in the warmest of hearts.   However, it is “Bored In The USA” that stands as the albums highest peak. A slight nod to The Clash staple “I’m So Bored with the USA”, Tillman’s track is  insular and starkly grim with existentialism. Bored In the USA brings Tillman’s resentment for American conventionality to head with one of several critics including the equating of monogamy to entering a cold business contract with a stranger doomed to diminish over time. If Tillman was slurring his ideas in a drunken haze of in other songs on this record, then here he is waking up to a headache of a useless education, loans, medication and president white Jesus accompanied by an actual laugh track.

It is at the very end of Honey Bear that Tillman’s sarcastic bloodwriting appears to have an optmistic smudge in his heart that has survived an implosion blown  of miserable cynicism times hedonism squared. “I Went to the Store One Day” actually seems like an extended daydream born out of benevolent infatuation instead of murky lust. So hope is somewhere in his body, I think.

I mean, Josh Tillman is kind of an asshole. Like the unholy spawn of Morrissey and Bukowski, Tillman celebrates his own shit, but at the same time, there’s an awareness to it all. There’s a stitchwork on ILYHB  of wallowing narcissism and genuine reflection, a growth that makes the entire album a fascinating look into Tillman’s head. Few albums are this distinctive, and fewer albums are this clever.