If you like folk music, you probably like J. Tillman. He’s the embodiment of good, modern folk music. His reputation as a singer/songwriter in Seattle scored him a gig as the drummer for Fleet Foxes. But first and foremost he’s an acoustic guitar picker with one of those smokey, fragile voices. If there was any point when you swooned over Iron & Wine or Jolie Holland, listen to Year In The Kingdom, the latest solo endeavor from Tillman.
OK, do you have the album cued up for listening? (If not, stream it here.) Grab a cup of coffee and something that reminds you of pine trees. Actually, yeah, just grab a cup of coffee and a pine tree and get comfortable. Now, get ready to contemplate. Really sit and think about what that man is singing. It deserves the attention. Just remember to return that pine tree when you’re done. On second thought, why did you ever need that pine tree?
J. Tillman – “Year In The Kingdom” (from Year In The Kingdom)
Year In The Kingdom is out right now and J. Tillman will be at Lincoln Hall tonight (Nov. 6). Buy one, go to the other. For his list, Tillman wrote his five entirely in haiku.
five tunes
1) The Kinks – “Apeman” (from Lola vs. Powerman and the Moneyground)
These songs say so much
To be so funny and true
I hear about me
2) The Kinks – “Got To Be Free” (from Lola vs. Powerman and the Moneyground) – (see above)
3) Grouper – “Heavy Water / I’d Rather Be Sleeping” (from Dragging a Dead Deer Up a Hill)
“Garageband,” I think
Sounds like ghosts in the laptop
So small and massive
4) Entrance – “Grim Reaper Blues” (from Prayer of Death)
Haunted Echoplex
Bellowing like a sick dog
Boogie-Woogie death
5) Adam Green – “Apples, I’m Home” (from Garlfield)
My friend, Speak ‘n’ Spell
He loves to interrupt me
Cuddly buddy
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