Here's a recipe for disaster on an epic scale: Put a great singer with exquisite taste in arrangements (Hannah Marcus) together with a musician as prone to avant-garde overstatement as he is to instrumental understatement (David Grubbs) and then throw in a successful and somewhat verbose author (Rick Moody) to help out. You can just smell the pretense wafting from a sure-to-be-muddled message, can't you? You can't? Yeah, neither can I. This loose and temporary aggregation of smarter-than-thous has gone and made a great, straightforward album that tacks lyrics about love, loss and a bicycle repair shop onto some surprisingly provincial sounds. Marcus' voice is absolutely stunning, Grubbs seems more than content to play some pretty regular-guy music and Moody when forced into the confines of pop-song structure is quite restrained. Although the album stumbles occasionally ("Rat on the Tracks" is just too heavy-handed in its downtown-on-the-farm irony), it gracefully maintains its simple beauty.
We welcome readers to submit letters regarding articles and content in Orlando Weekly. Letters should be a minimum of 150 words, refer to content that has appeared on Orlando Weekly, and must include the writer's full name, address, and phone number for verification purposes. No attachments will be considered. Writers of letters selected for publication will be notified via email. Letters may be edited and shortened for space.
Email us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Orlando Weekly works for you, and your support is essential.
Our small but mighty local team works tirelessly to bring you high-quality, uncensored news and cultural coverage of Central Florida.
Unlike many newspapers, ours is free – and we'd like to keep it that way, because we believe, now more than ever, everyone deserves access to accurate, independent coverage of their community.
Whether it's a one-time acknowledgement of this article or an ongoing pledge, your support helps keep Orlando’s true free press free.