C.D. Singles Club # 21 – Nurses – Technicolor

I just wrapped up an annotated bibliography (you’re reading this on Thursday afternoon, but I’m writing it in the wee hours of Thursday morning).  Annotated bibliographies are inherently soul-sucking: read, summarize, evaluate, repeat as necessary.  Granted, I have a slightly deeper understanding of my potential dissertation topic now, but my eyeballs might fall out of my head.  And I’ve had way too much coffee.  I turned to my electronic mail for some good news (there is no good news in annotated bibliography land, only lather, rinse, repeat).  I opened up an email from the Dead Oceans people to see the bearded hippie above staring at me.  It’s nice to know that, somewheres in the world, there are folks spinning blankets around and taking pictures of it; it kind of balances out my drab academic work, I think.

I also love that Nurses apparently hate articles.  Definite or indefinite, these dudes do not seem to be down with (I’d argue) one of our more useful parts of speech.  (I mean a car as opposed to the car is a pretty handy distinction to make, right?)  I like that kind of iconoclastic eschewing of traditional grammar.  The Nurses would just sound lame, right?

Those diversions aside, “Technicolor” is a legitimately sweet track, a meandering, quasi-psychedelic romp with mildly unsettling vocals and restrained instrumentation.  Just the sort of thing to talk you off the ledge of a caffeine bender.  Nurses are touring with Citizen Dick favorites Le Loup (who apparently only like French articles, so this is a match made in heaven).  They won’t be stopping in Cleveland, sadly, but the rest of the nation should turn out for these fellows.

Nurses – Technicolor