Lumineers—The Band I Used To Be

Every day I commute three miles by jitney to a Blind Rehab facility on the outskirts of Pittsburgh. Invariably, I wear another man’s pajamas, issued to me by the nursing home that serves as my overnight domicile and semi-permanent address. If there’s good news here, it’s that I also get to wear an ultra-expensive pair of Oakley sunglasses (just like the ones Roger Daltrey used to sport in music magazines).

Given my new wardrobe, it would be easy for me to convince myself that my biggest disabilities are accidents of fashion.  But, of course, my real disability is much much worse: I’m a totally blind man, approaching age 65, and I live inside an empty skull which is populated these days by random, uncatalogued sound effects for which I have no visual reference to provide context or meaning. My world is dark and noisy and—often— a baffling place where formerly-reliable senses either don’t work at all or provide me with only unreliable data regarding my environment.

That’s why I danced a jig (metaphorically) when I heard this song on the local Vend-O-Mat of Top 40 tunes and enduring Soft Rock. With their punchy percussion, lilting guitar and repetitive Ho-Hey mantra, these guys remind me of the creative goof I used to be back before I lost my eyes. And that’s particularly true ever since Mrs. Polly described their outfits to me—white T shirts, black suspenders, and pork-pie hats. The Lumineers are dressed for a long walk on the Boulevard Of Dreams, somewhere on the Left Bank of Wackiness.

God love the Lumineers for making complex music with simple tools. My heart leaps with joy when I hear them…and I hope all my ‘Roaster buddies will share the bon temps with me!

Posted by StrangeAppar8us on 05/29/13 at 05:26 PM • Permalink

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My world is dark and noisy and—often— a baffling place where formerly-reliable senses either don’t work at all or provide me with only unreliable data regarding my environment.

That’s just fucking great, you’ve become a motherfucking teabagger.

I want to hear a “Hey Ho/Heigh Ho” mashup.  Lumineers vs the Seven Dwarfs!

BBBB, don’t forget Ed McMahon! (A useful addition to the Sad Trombone, IMHO)

BTW, Strange, though it’s true you may be approaching 65, you’ve nearly as many intervening years as I do, and I still have the delicate peachlike flush of dewy innocence. And your skull, far from empty, reverberates with all manner of spectacular harmonic vibrations from your thought-generation coils, which we still have the privilege of admiring.

But yes, the Lumineers are all that and a bag of chips. Thanks for introducing me to them!

Strange,
  I have been following your postings for years. I too have wandered the deep black hole of depression with the laughing guide of death to cheer me on.  I also have severe visual and auditory problems that keep me on the edge of the long plunge back into that hole.  Songs that loop through me and resonate back out are what keep me going.  Things my mother would sing while hanging laundry, songs we sang in school.  The delicate pop of putting that darn plastic thingie into a 45 and playing them in the dark green cave of my tree house in a a weeping willow.  Falling in and out of love with John Denver, John Davidson, David Cassidy, etc.  I dearly treasure your posts, which weirdly let me feel happy, sad, treasured and expectant.  So keep working, will you, you matter to me.
Teri

 

  My world is dark and noisy and—often— a baffling place where formerly-reliable senses either don’t work at all or provide me with only unreliable data regarding my environment

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That’s just fucking great, you’ve become a motherfucking teabagger.

See? There’s that crazy noise again. This POS car needs a brand new catalytic converter!

@Big Bad Bald Bastard:
Sorry, Bro. We got no dwarves here. But feel free to munch on
A Night On Big Bad Bald Mountain.

@Mrs. Polly:
Ever the best of friends, aint we, Pip? Love ya, Polly.

@Teri:
What a lovely, thoughtful comment! May God grant you the strength and calm self-confidence to navigate the dark times and noisy spaces. People like you are a constant inspiration to me, Teri, and a potent example of what humans can be when they refuse to be broken down by circumstance, bad luck, or emotional distress. I’ll keep you in my thoughts and prayers always.

God love the Lumineers for making complex music with simple tools.

God love you, Strange for making complex sense with simple tools.  My heart leaps with joy at the thought of your heart leaping with joy.

Étrange le courageux comme un lion.

My ukulele buddies introduced me to The Lumineers a few weeks ago, and now we’re on a road trip where the last thing we did was add this album to the mp3 player.  “Complex music with simple tools” is the perfect description, Strange.  Truly, you are one of the most creative writers I’ve ever had the good fortune to read.

Sorry, Bro. We got no dwarves here. But feel free to munch on A Night On Big Bad Bald Mountain.

Hey, mister, Walpurgisnacht was a month ago!

String, you too? Rumproast is quite a Uke-Tensive blog!

I’d thought there was a uke in the Lumineers mix, but that bright sound turns out to be a mandolin. Nevertheless, it certainly does suit the jumping flea! I found an especially fascinating version on Youtube, by one Sammy Rae, who bills the number as “1 uke, 1 girl, 1 chopstick and some cardboard.”

And a ton of talent.

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