<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14678103.post-3538069154403208564</id><published>2008-02-26T16:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:47:01.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Birds</title><content type='html'>We stopped somewhere in the south on the last tour to put my band in a motel and park our tour bus outside of it.  On tour, Billy and I sleep with the dumpsters and the parking lot animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dumpsters; you can throw garbage in them.  And I like parking lot animals 'cause they have a hard time but they make the best of it. They're also fun to watch in the morning while I drink my tea and wait for the band to wake up and bring me oranges and little boxes of cereal from the breakfast bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes parking lot animals are excellent: giant roaches, squirrels, peregrine falcons, snakes.  Sometimes, they're just fine, like the morning birds that wake all southerners at dawn. Morning birds (there are many different kinds -- all they gotta do is wake up and start singing in order to fall into this category) remind me of my childhood in Georgia. I love lying on my bus bed and listening to them, wondering where the hell I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the birds that sang to us this particular morning began singing at a time that was only &lt;i&gt;technically&lt;/i&gt; morning, like three minutes past midnight or something.  And they sounded awfully...agitated. We spent a restless night hoping they were okay and wishing they'd shut up even if they weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, they made it into a &lt;a href="http://kristinhersh.cashmusic.org/downloads.php"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the hypnotic repetition in the first part of this track. Each instrument is playing its own loop; only the rhythm guitar and bass are playing together.  The resultant cacophony is not as unsettling as you might think, given that your ear learns a bit more of each part as it goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quiet part, I couldn't make quiet enough. I just pulled instruments out, then pulled out more until I had only sweet/sad left. Something about a "purifying sin" demands a certain amount of respect and, for a musician, that usually means &lt;i&gt;get out of the way&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morning Birds is &lt;a href="http://kristinhersh.cashmusic.org/downloads.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14678103-3538069154403208564?l=www.kristinhersh.com%2Fblog' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14678103/3538069154403208564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14678103&amp;postID=3538069154403208564' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14678103/posts/default/3538069154403208564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14678103/posts/default/3538069154403208564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.kristinhersh.com/blog/2008/02/morning-birds.html' title='Morning Birds'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808468387997174018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11357246051129488530'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>21</thr:total></entry>