Blah, blah, blah. Album, blah, blah.
Still, you gotta admit it’s pretty exciting that the first new Contrarian record in, like, forever is finally in (digital) stores. That’s right, you can now pick up a copy of Northern Lights at iTunes, eMusic, Amazon and Rhapsody — plus a couple of other fly-by-night retailers I can’t remember the names of, probably because they sound like baby-talk. (I mean, what the hell is a Bebo, anyway?)
You can also listen to the record in its entirety at The Contrarian’s last.fm page.
I’m planning on doing a short CD run in the near-future, for those of you who want to place the album under your pillows to stave off the nightmares.
You can read the digital one sheet (and hear a couple cuts from my previous EP, Soft Rock) at The Contrarian Compositions page, which lives at the top right of your screen. You may want to start checking it more regularly — I’m gonna be more prolific from now through the End Times, which will no doubt be hastened by the imminent election of John McSame and Caribou Barbie. (You didn’t really think I’d leave politics out of my album release announcement, did you?)
Northern Lights was fun to record, although there are a few aspects that will probably bug me for all time. But such is the nature of the process. One thing’s for sure: If I ever do another "rock" record, I’m gonna pay way more attention to the drum sounds. Still, it was a blast arranging the guitars just so. It’s been a while since I let myself flit about the fretboard in a 1970s fashion. Looking back, perhaps I shouldn’t have spent last summer listening to so much Queen. Oh, well.
The next batch of tunes is starting to come together. I’m heading back into darker, more experimental territory, for better or worse. My baroque period is over. All the more reason to celebrate Northern Lights in all of its song-based glory.
So go. Buy it. Write reviews on all the sites. Tell your friends and enemies. But don’t invite me to play your kid’s Bar Mitzvah. The last one didn’t go so well. (Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Kleinberg — your daughter said she was 18!)