And Bankers Warble Algorithmically From The Shore

I can’t believe I didn’t know there was a new John K. Samson album for 4 years.  I moved to Seattle 4 years ago is a pretty good excuse.  But I note this here just because sitting here writing something else I couldn’t help but stop and have my imagination captured by a line that’s so him, but also man just so weird:

And bankers warble algorithmically from the shore

From the song Capital, on the album Winter Wheat

I don’t really have anything much else to justify putting that up here on the blog except I trade in algorithms.  But I also listen to the Weakerthans.

Remembering the first song by those futon revolutionists to capture my imagination, its whole title a line of self-effacing political punk poetry, it’s nice to recall the layered complexity of song craft is language deployed in time, and like they say, more art than science.