"We think Jon Stewart should give this guy a Palme d’Or. Getzschman is a natural Rob Riggle."
For those that haven't heard what the Analog Jetpack is out and about as of late, here's an update.
In the middle of last year, I moved to LA with plans of developing relationships in the music and television industry, hoping to expose Analog Jetpack, Indie Roots and all the many local DC talent to a wider audience. At the same time, bassist Dan Ryan and drummer Robby Sahm had taken up the rhythm section for a new DC act, Le Loup. They played their first show at the Velvet Lounge at the end of March a year ago, and following a show at Iota a couple weeks later, they were signed to the new Sub Pop subsidiary label, Hardly Art. They've taken the nation by storm, to say the least, with generous coverage in Pitchfork and all the right places. Currently Le Loup is down in Austin for SXSW, and following that, they'll be touring across America and back! Be sure to check out their MySpace page for tour dates.
f PosterityDownload mp3s below by right-clicking on the links.
visions fraught with forecasts cast latter days in purple hazes,
saying aught but that the end is near, but what they meant:
eternity is already here, hearing weighted judgments on cosmic scales,
scaling science in if-thens beyond ulterior propositions, in-theories,
since relativity passed no buck to the subjective tuckpointing of
cracks inharmonious.but lest whate'er may betimelines caught in mythologic fantasy beget not eventides tied to morning stars,
get the be'er of me
i say, f posterity
starting only thus: to finish just, and rust in static immortality.
informalities of truth, soothsaying exhaustive routines
of maintenance and preservation of a mortal state,
stating postulates of greatness pending beholders thus to gaze and validate
the tracks of möbius.but lest whate'er may bebut lest whatever may be
get the be'er of me
i say, f posterity
get the better of me
i say, f posterity
Persistence of Regret
It was a gray day, persistent in regret
When I drove away with the image in my head
Her twisted face, mirrored back at mine
With this atavistic rage stuck in space and time
What a failure I fight not to feel
For all the time I gave her, now I shrink and steal away
But distance isn't distance isn't distance to the pain
Put a thousand miles between and it's still right where it cameTo be alone with no one but no one and nobody elseSo time will pass but it doesn't disappear
To be alone with no one and no one to see for myself
Rage cools into ashes and still the pain is here
So if that's what comes back, persistence in regret
Just need to learn again what it is to forgetTo be alone with no one but no one and nobody else
To be alone with no one and no one to see for myself
Breakin' Plates
Nobody built the wall
Nobody shut the gates
Threw myself a party
No illusions, no apologies, breakin' plates
Contempt and contemplation
I'm looking for a seam
It's feeling like I'm dreaming all of these things
But it's not something I can't readIt's hard to sayDesperation's boring me
To say what it will take
But something's got to break to make it happen
I think I'll pack it in
Take myself and make myself
Into something I don't even recognizeIt's hard to sayNobody built the wall
To say what it will take
But something's got to break to make it happen
Nobody shut the gates
Nobody danced the waltz
So I threw myself a party and now I'm breaking plates
Breakin' plates
