#mountain goats cd

[hierneneuro]

I just made so many good purchases

[merry-fagoland]

oh unreleased heel turn 1 song, we're really in it now

[starbuck]

my relationship with the mountain goats album i've been listening to for three and a half months straight is on a level you could never understand

[burgessshaledeposit]

The Mountain Goats "Tallahassee" album release advertisement, UNCUT Magazine "Take 70" March 2003.

[yourbelgianthings]

JENNY FROM THEBES CD REAL!! i’m so aaahhh about the label!! it says “nine songs leading up to the day jenny bought the kawasaki, two from the immediate aftermath, and one from a distant highway down the road”

[goldenboypeanutsofficial]

Zopilote Machine copy I found at a vintage store

[john-gosh-darnielle]

and the cornet blows

where the oleander grows

[zincbot]

can anybody who owns a copy of Protein Source of the Future Now tell me what the version of Quetzalcoatl Comes Through actually sounds like on the cd?

[sl1ghtly0dd]

The fact I only listened to kokopelli face tattoo 38 times is the only surprise to me… also… I guess my “i only listen to the mountain goats” bumper sticker remains accurate for the second year in a row lol I also liked that I showed what months I listened to certain bands the most cause I listened the cure the most the month I saw them and same with ajj and I feel like that really accurately represents my listening habits lol.

(Death cab and sufjan Steven’s being in my top five is confusing to me though. I hardly listened to either but I usually play them at nite so I probably just left Spotify running overnite a few times)

[e8luhs]

im so built to be a record store guy btw like are you kidding me. i would love stocking CDs and vinyls because i would just be like "woah we have THIS album?" every 2 seconds. exactly the way i do when i am actually shopping for CDs

[magiskarp]

The life of the world to come is ostensibly a very good album, except for the first song, which really only was great in the jordan lake sessions, and the second song, which sucks ass and clashes badly with all the other songs in the mix

[antennatoheaven]

i can't wait to get my driver's license so i can subject my friends and family to my questionable music taste

[theoutcastrogue]

[From a 2014 article by John Darnielle of the Mountain Goats. He's talking about how a random spam email ended up inspiring a part of his book Wolf in White Van. Later, in 2020, the album Getting Into Knives came out, and I think it inspired its artwork too.]

"It took years for me to be able to just reflexively delete spam, or filter it so that I never see it at all. I blame the spammers for this; the quality of their work took a sharp nosedive at some point. But during whatever period of the internet’s growth you’d call the early 2000s, it seemed like you’d still get some winners: things that had been typed up by a person, sent out to a bunch of email addresses they’d bought or rented for 5 or 10 bucks from the only guy who was ever going to make any money in this particular exchange. Most of them went directly, if manually, into the trash; but once in a while, there’d be one that seemed to earn, at the very least, the minute it’d take me to read it.

The one I’m remembering here was subject-lined SUPPLY OF KNIVES. [...] The subject line opened on an all-caps email that boasted, in ornate, antiquated English appealing to the reader’s more refined sensibilities, about the high quality of the knives on offer at an external website. You shouldn’t click on links in spam email. I live my life on the razor’s edge! I clicked the link.

I want to tell you about these knives: They were beautiful. They were weird. They had elaborate designs in the handles, moons or stars of wolf heads, and special grips, and a variety of points. They were made from metals whose pedigrees were described lovingly, and had been struck — smithed? wrought? — via processes I knew absolutely nothing about, but that sounded fantastic, difficult, arcane. It’s the joy of specialized language: When you’re an outsider to it, it can’t help but sound cool.

Of course this is the whole idea of any operation like this. SUPPLY OF KNIVES could well have been, and probably was, a company in Ohio who’d stumbled across an old warehouse full of knives, and knew enough about sales to describe these things in the most exotic terms they could find. I’m pretty immune to pitches: Who likes to feel like he’s being pitched? But somebody involved with SUPPLY OF KNIVES had had just enough authorial flair — that, or true faith — to caption each knife’s mysterious, blurry accompanying JPEG with a description whose constant recourse to specialized vocabularies seemed to say, “You’re not even reading this unless you already know about this sort of thing. Let us therefore speak like the fellow travelers we are.”

It was like a trade catalog for roadside bandits in need of knives.

I can’t speak for everybody, but I know that when I was a child the life of the roadside bandit seemed like a pretty romantic way to go. I looked at all these knives and read the descriptions and was just generally delighted about the whole thing, so I saved the email in a “memorable spam” folder I used to keep that had maybe two other emails in it. A few years later, Apple came out with this robotic-arm-screen iMac you never see any more, and we were long overdue for a new computer so we got that; and then, after a while, I got myself a laptop, because I was traveling all the time, and eventually both the old iMacs ended up in the basement, and they were both asleep but alive until fairly recently, as far as I knew.

But when I went to check for the email, it was gone. The old blue iMac is dead, bricked, lifeless. Searches on the term “supply of knives” on this laptop and on good old robot-arm-screen find nothing. The backup CD for the blue iMac drive is probably in a drawer around here somewhere, but that’s like saying, “The coin I had in my swim trunks’ pocket is probably somewhere in the ocean.” There is no SUPPLY OF KNIVES. There’s only the memory."

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And this is the wonderful cover art of Getting Into Knives. Back cover and promo material below. Note that "Knives International" and "Knives Wordwide" are not real companies, they appear to be a callback to that elusive spam email.

[extremefrogrefrigerator]

the mountain goats are for the middle aged people searching for some deeper purpose to guide them through that dark well of quiet lingering inner turmoil. the mountain goats are for the teenagers told by their parents that they're disgraces to the name of god. the mountain goats are for long afternoons behind motels looking at dirty pools and orange skies and hoping for hope. the mountain goats are for seeing the dead mouse you've been left by some loving creature. the mountain goats are for sitting in the old chairs that have been in the attic for years. the mountain goats are for sharing a late-night campfire with someone that you've grown to love after a very long time. the mountain goats are for the people who have lost, lost, and lost again, but who keep somehow finding things along the way. the mountain goats are for dusty radios and crisply clean cd players. the mountain goats are for hope and sorrow and all of the quiet moments in between.

[hydra-collector]

transcendental youth is just better in a car