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An opiumlike compound that binds to one or more of the three opioid receptors of the body. (See also, the sounds of M. Ward.)
Apparently M. Ward records his albums with some vintage 2-inch tape (I have no idea what that is, but its an old, vintage-y, way of doing things.)
I do know that that's how he laces his vocal chords with an opiate sheen that takes me places only junkies know.
What's weird, is, he doesn't have that vintage, warm, gooey, sound live. In fact, he's sort of a rabble-rousing-guitar-god-virtuoso AND his voice, is admittedly weak live.
It didn't help that he played here:
Yeah. That's SLC's own Pioneer Park. Unless your name is My Morning Jacket, you're gonna have a hard time transcending the sound system there.
M. Ward did indeed lose his signature opiate-laced sound, but he was a frenetic performer and even the shoddy sound system couldn't hide his magical method of pure 60's pop on songs like:
Primitive Girl
Sad Sad Song
Rave On (Best tribute to Buddy Holly. Ever?)
All in all, I did rock the VIP again thanks to my friend at Nate Wade Subaru.
This concert was officially my last summer concert. I hit some great shows this summer and well, if you're reading this blog, you know how I geek out about the importance of music and how it brings folks together and blah, blah, blah, but it does:
From left to right:
Matt: I've known his balls since 9th grade. He's a bigshot business man and all around good dude.
Swallz: I've known this guy since the early 00's and I grow fonder of his musical genius and magical unicorn powers daily.
Me: (I look incredibly fat here. I may also just be incredibly fat. Val also says I look drunk, which is impossible.)
Brock: Funny-as-hell. Sweet. Pure and simple. (And he's the guy behind my VIP experience. Buy a Subaru!)
I also met my little bro and his wife and we got to talk shit about going to grad school. (They were with the poor folk, though. Not the bourgeois elite, like me...)
Good times.
Take home lesson: 1). Music brings me joy and brings me closer to the people I love. 2). M. Ward (Live!) is a different beast than when I chill-out to his albums with my head phones, which is cool.
Stay tuned for my ultimate summer concert breakdown!!
(I can't experience music without relentless judging and raking the experience now can I?)
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