Materialistically Satisfied, never satiated.


Bright Eyes discography in my possession, chronologically:

letting off the happiness
every day and every night
fevers and mirrors
there is no beginning to the story
lifted, or, the story is in the soil, keep your ear to the ground
lua
i'm wide awake it's morning
take it easy (love nothing)
noise floor
four winds
cassadaga

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danbryce said…
letting off the happiness
every day and every night
fevers and mirrors
there is no beginning to the story
lifted, or, the story is in the soil, keep your ear to the ground
lua
i'm wide awake it's morning
take it easy (love nothing)
noise floor
four winds
cassadaga

Nice! He must be one of the most prolific song writers ever... I have 20 of his albums but I am still missing a bunch of live stuff and collaborations

add these albums!

A Christmas Album
Collection Of Songs (1995-1997)
Digital Ash In A Digital Urn
Drunk Kid Catholic Ep
Every Day And Every Night EP
Four Winds EP (with M. Ward!)
Motion Sickness
Oh, Holy Fools (with Son, Ambulance!)
One Jug Of Wine, Two Vessels (with Neva Divona)
There is No Beginning To The Story EP

but most importantly my favourite album of all time

Desaparecidos - Read Music | Speak Spanish
November 17, 2008 at 9:49 PM
Just Stevie said…
Jealous of your collection. My favourite album of all time is I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning. It fits me better than an American Apparel v-neck. (see what I did there, making all sorts of hipster references? ouch).
December 1, 2008 at 8:43 PM
danbryce said…
hipsters... that set me on an extended giggle session.. mostly because of how you pointed out what you were doing in a very overt way... oh great now I am analyzing the humorous elements.... if that is the case I would say it is scenester/hipster hybrid by using the music and fashion references.... as hipsters dont necessarily mean music while scenester doesnt necessarily mean clothes.............................. sorry about the "scene" rant i guess I havent been getting my needed fix this last year since the friends I would usually bring up that stuff have moved to victoria or vancouver.....
December 26, 2008 at 11:52 PM
danbryce said…
yeesh I just said giggle session....
December 26, 2008 at 11:53 PM
Just Stevie said…
There's no escape, I can't possibly hope to use my energy focusing on this nonsense. I spend too much time crying over the glaciers I may never see.
February 23, 2009 at 12:06 AM
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