#weather alive

[knightofleo]

Beth Orton | Friday Night

Forgot that I had bones Forgot that I could feel Forgot that we'd wake up And it'd still be real It'd still be real

We'd been waiting for the light to change We'd been waiting on a friend And the only choice that was left to us Was to bleed or rust in the rain Now the measure of vour absence Is the presence that you leave And darling, that's where we put all the love That we still have to give

[xartwrk]

Weather Alive by Beth Orton

Artwork by Eliot Lee Hazel

[coversart]

Beth Orton: Weather Alive

[congregatiodepropagandafide]

should we go out dancing with the loon?

my best friend in the whole wide room

the night is never long enough

the morning whispers "All is not lost"

...

And I'm falling, falling, I can see

I don't know what is good for me

But lonely, lonely, lonely likes my company

And who'd dare to love me? I'm a whore

I'm too exposed, honey, I'm rubbed raw

And all that makes it better is your touch

[sinceileftyoublog]

Beth Orton Live Preview: 11/10, Mayfair Theatre, Chicago

Photo by Eliot Lee Hazel

BY JORDAN MAINZER

For Beth Orton, Weather Alive (Partisan) is somewhat of a rebirth. Her first album in 6 years, it was written on a described “cheap, crappy” piano set up in her garden shed that she had purchased at Camden Market. Following periods of grief and trauma surrounding the deaths of close collaborators Andrew Weatherall and Hal Willner and incorrectly diagnosed health problems, Orton was able to write songs about simple, yet abstract things that moved her: love, sex, music, and, yes, the weather. She found an all-star band to help realize her compositions, including drummer Tom Skinner, multi-instrumentalist Shahzad Ismaily, bassist Tom Herbert and saxophonist Alabaster dePlume. Best, Orton self-produced the record, name-checking and somehow nailing a who’s who of influences: Solange, Talk Talk, Springsteen’s Nebraska. The result is easily the best album of her career.

From the get-go, with its stunning title track, Weather Alive introduces its palate, clacking, gentle percussion and piano, muted, but emotive saxophone and bass, and Orton’s raspy, weary drawl. “Almost makes me wanna cry,” she sings, “The weather’s so beautiful outside.” Coming out of an age where realized how much we took for granted the ability to simply be outside, it’s easy to resonate with Orton’s words, awestruck at the natural world. On “Fractals”, explicitly inspired by Willner and Weatherall’s deaths, Orton sings over funky bass, skittering hi hats, and fluttering saxophone. The mathematical nature of the title contrasts how Orton describes creating with cohorts past and present: as “magic.” “Friday Night” is like a microcosm of the beginning of the summer, a symbol for vague hope before a period of time. For Orton, it’s a feeling of being able to potentially see loved ones again. “And though I’ll never get too close,” she sings, “I still hold you now and then.”

At the same time, Weather Alive is sometimes subsumed by dark moments that are no less gorgeous than the hopeful ones. “Lonely” begins with trombone from Aaron Roche, which has a suitably more foreboding quality than dePlume’s saxophone, and goes on to illustrate the depths of Orton’s shame. “Lonely likes my company,” she sings as Skinner’s drums crash. Later, her parents, who passed away when she was a teenager, appear on the song to scold her, telling her to “shut your mouth if someone desires you.” On “Haunted Satellite”, Orton’s voice is persistent, but ultimately shaky and broken. Album closer “Unwritten” unfurls over 7 minutes of sprinkling piano and light drums. “I was getting unwritten,” signs Orton before a droning instrumental outro. It’s an appropriate ending for an album steeped in mortality and sadness but appreciating the dreams along the way.

Tonight, as part of her first US headlining tour in 5 years, Orton performs at the Mayfair Theatre in the Irish American Heritage Center, somehow, someway adapting the “magic” of Weather Alive to the live stage. Expect to hear the full album as well as favorites from favorite records like Trailer Park and Central Reservation. Musician and composer Heather Woods Broderick, who’s playing in Orton’s band, will give an opening set of her material.

[reaiiygoodusername]

109 IN THE SKY BUT THE PIGS WONT QUIT

[nallhir]

cold weather

[knightofleo]

Beth Orton | Forever Young

[pieflavoredartz]

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quickie edit-tie of these kids bc my 12 year old self is jumpin for joy rn

hello ur lookin at the og!! 🌲💫

[my-thyla-my-captain]

the way that edward sits with the fact that izzy killed himself as a result of his actions (the leg? the removal of his title, the hierarchy defender -- ex-firstmates have to die for the new one to take their place? vulnerability scorned, i have love for you, loyalty and trust forced beyond its breaking point a thousand times over and izzy still cant pull the trigger to kill him?) by doing the same thing he did to stede at the end of season one. a harsh retaliation against the things they held dear - stede with the revenge, his crew, his books and comfortable fineries, izzy with giving a shit about the crew he considers his own and most notably edward himself. he's so spiteful to be left alone because it masks just how unlovable he believes himself to be, and i think it's incredibly telling that when he thinks izzy's dead he leaves them all unmoored in a storm

[bootleg-cal-weathers]

a wgp drawing i never finished 😭

[presidentofclaudeloving2024]

Just something I had to put on YouTube and now all of you will see it here too lmao.

[biillys]

billiestevies: the question was “why does billy hate lucas so much?” - i think that really probably answers your question in more of a back-story sense, of why was he the way he was. because - his dad.

dacre @ stranger con, chicago (9th oct 22) bonus:

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

helloooo my dearest darling listeners, i am back on my soapbox to regale you all with the marvelous things i witnessed/experienced on my Whimsical As Fuck™️ three hour drive today. not necessarily in order <3

some cute does with bigass floppy ears / very sweet waitress who called me "hon" and put the most tasty looking crepes on my table / a pair of hawks divebombing a golden eagle / a kite (the bird) / a flock of magpies / some GORGEOUS scenery / a rainbow / lovely rain sprinklings / MORE gorgeous scenery, i mean what the fuck / fields of purple/orange/red tipped bushes / a meadow of buttercup-yellow very tall grass, in which many picturesque trees stood / lots of fluffy, adorable, tasty cows / a large herd of likely-feral horses with a wonderful variety of patterns & colors / the fluffiest husky ever / the juxtaposition of cold wind through an open window + warm sunlight / the most stunning snow-coated mountain of whites and blues in the sun, wreathed in clouds / no seriously some really fucking Gorgeous scenery, i was near tears with some of it