Galwad Y Mynydd

I got some positive feedback from the Meic Stevens post, and I'm still on that whole Welsh jag, so here's another one that I don't believe is posted on Weird Brother (hey, make with more Welsh postings). I haven't a clue what this band's name means or what they're going on about in the songs, but I do know that it's something that seems to easy my worries. And right now, I've got plenty of those. My entire back is full of knots caused by stress. I need a new job, money, etc. Oh what fun life is. At least there's good music.

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Meic Stevens-Ghost Town

Yeah, this image sucks but I don't seem to see this anywhere on-line. Deal with it. Aggression aside, the fella over at the fantastic Weird Brother blog (visit it and learn) has reignited my love of Welsh music. I have know idea why the hell I love it so much, considering I can't speak the language at all and even just looking at it makes my head hurt, but there's just something that I have an unexplained connection to. And here's one of the Welsh masters in his early period. Later on, he gets super Welshy but here he sings in English as well, so there's no need to be afraid. I've read in places that he's supposed to be the Welsh Bob Dylan, but I'm not buying that. I'd much rather listen to Stevens, and that comparison always seems so facile. But then again, I'd say pretty much all of rock "criticism' is tripe written by fat slobs who still jerk it to faded Dictators tee shirts.

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