Matthew Clanahan; ISFJ; 25-year-old graduate student; Learning Support Specialist and adjunct instructor at Three Rivers College; Bachelor's of Science in Mass Media/Radio with a minor in math from Southeast Missouri State University; Apple enthusiast; total geek; coffee connoisseur; flannel lover, multiple-instrument musician; drummer for Berlin Airlift; caffeine addict; LGBT ally; Christ follower; ordinary radical

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Youngest Son: All Souls' Day EP

Attention, music lovers:

My friend Steve Slagg just released his new Youngest Son EP, titled All Souls’ Day. I’ve had the privilege of listening to it for a month or so now, and I absolutely love the music Steve is making. For those who don’t know:

Youngest Son is the songwriting project of Steve Slagg, who grew up playing Chopin and hymns on the piano and listening to his sister’s chick-rock mixtapes on a tiny portable boombox with rainbow colored buttons. Son of a Methodist minister and an elementary school teacher, Steve spent his adolescence cruising his rural Missouri hometown and blasting Rufus Wainwright’s Want One from his car stereo. Youngest Son’s music is all about contradiction.

According to Steve, “All Souls’ Day is a fully cooperative sister EP to All Saints’ Day (by far one of my favorite albums of 2012—if you haven’t heard it yet, you might want to consider listening to it first). On All Souls’ Day,Steve is joined by his friends Allison Van Liere, Blade Barringer, and Lee Ketch (Mooner), who help provide covers of a couple songs from All Saints’ Day in addition to an instrumental track, a hymn, and a solo version of the very first song Steve ever wrote.

All in all, this EP, and its sister album, form one of the most impressive projects I’ve ever experienced—and experience is the right word.  Youngest Son don’t just make music; they make art. From the beautiful illustrations designed by Van Liere to the full-text lyrics accompanied by the background descriptions of each song, the web design alone is a testament to the artistry of everyone involved. Combined with Steve’s innovative arrangements and instrumentation, Youngest Son creates art that you don’t want to miss.

Best of all, Steve has once again opted to make the EP available for free. If you’re in a rush, simply click on the above link and download the tracks; however, I highly recommend you stick around and dig into the illustrations, lyrics, and track descriptions available only online. And, once again, ICYMI, don’t forget the incredible album, All Saints’ Day, which All Souls’ Day complements in every way.

Oh, and if you like it? Don’t just tell me and your friends (although, I think you should do that, too)… Let Steve know by sending him a tip through NoiseTrade.

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This is my final act, so I’ll need your full attention
And for my final trick I’ll make everyone who loves me disappear
But I won’t know how to bring them back

(Source: sometimesnina)

"Anthem" - Five Iron Frenzy

A nation stands with heart in hand
To sing their anthem proudly
Voices raised to sing their praise
Of their hollow country

All this talk of freedom
And some talk of liberty
From your plastic podium
You try and convince me

I can’t fall anymore
For some silver-tongued song
Your freedom isn’t free
So let me say what freedom means to me

I can’t see red, white, and blue waving in the air
I don’t hear the bombs bursting and I don’t even care
I’m sorry for my lack of faith
I’m not the greatest patriot
If this is all there is to freedom I don’t want it

I can’t fall anymore
For some silver-tongued song
Your freedom isn’t free
So let me say what freedom means to

Pushing us a drug that you call freedom and democracy
Promise us that selfishness is the means for happiness
I burned that bridge so long ago that I can hardly see
Anything but solace in what freedom means to me

I can’t fall anymore
For some silver-tongued song
Freedom isn’t free
So let me say what freedom means to

It cannot mean to serve ourselves
That doesn’t mean a thing
It doesn’t mean to give the license
To seek ourselves in anything
That would be a slavery to ourselves—it isn’t free
Jesus Christ, the only thing that freedom means to me.

munkie-poo:

Descendents - ‘Merican

It only seems appropriate.

We flipped our finger to the king of England

And stole our country from the Indians

With God on our side and guns in our hands

We took it for our own

Built a nation dedicated to liberty

Justice and equality

Does it look that way to you?

It doesn’t look that way to me
The sickest joke I know

Listen up, man
I’ll tell you who I am
Just another stupid American
You don’t wanna listen
You don’t wanna understand
So finish your drink and go home

I come from the land of Ben Franklin

Twain and Poe and Walt Whitman

Otis Redding, Ellington

The country that I love

But it’s a land of the slaves and the Ku Klux Klan

Haymarket riot and the Great Depression

Joe McCarthy, Vietnam

The sickest joke I know

I’m proud and ashamed

Every Fourth of July

You got to know the truth

Before you say that you got pride

Now the cops got tanks
‘Cause the kids got guns

Shrinks pushin’ pills on everyone

Cancer from the ocean

Cancer from the sun

Straight to hell we go

"With God on Our Side" - The Homeless Gospel Choir

With God on our side
We could all be millionaires
Buy a fancy car
Pollute the earth, pollute the air
With God on our side
We can do whatever we want

With God on our side
We can go to war
Take your oil, take your land
Take it all, and still want more
With God on our side
We don’t have to be responsible

We’ll occupy your country
And we’ll spread democracy
Build a mall and let your family in
So your family can be free
We’ll do it all in the name of liberty
And everything’ll turn out fine
As long as you agree

With God on our side
We’ll defend our homes
Send the poor back to where they came from
And offer them a fixed rate loan
With God on our side
We’ll never have to apologize

With God on our side
We’ll keep you from being gay
Make the blacks work for free
Keep the immigrants at bay
With God on our side
We’ll never have to help anyone

With our guns we’ll show you peace
You will starve while we feast
From the greatest to the least
In the belly of the beast
Where our greed is your disease
And you’ll spend life on your knees
And you’ll cry and beg and plead
For a moment of relief
Where there are no books you read
Then we’ll burn down all your trees
We’ll take everything and then we’ll leave
And we’ll do it all with God on our side
We’ll do it all with God on our side
These colors don’t run or hide
When you’ve got God on your side

Three Shades of Grey by The Homeless Gospel Choir on Spotify

matthewclan:

Three shades of grey, three shades of grey,
Votin’ don’t mean nothin’ in this country nowadays,
As long as we’ve got wars to fight and die in…

1983, 1984, yesterday, tomorrow, and then the year before,
There’s nothing you can do that they can’t see.

Republican, Democrat, the left and the right
Are all in bed with each other
In the middle of the night.
It’s all the same as long as you can learn to live in fear.

NPR, Fox News, CNN, and NBC
Are all selling you something,
Telling you how to believe.
It takes a lot of work to think for yourself.

Sign up and go to college,
Sign up and go to war,
Killin’ for your country,
Education for the poor.
It’s a high price to pay if you’re gonna feel “normal”.

Three shades of grey, three shades of gray,
Votin’ don’t mean nothin’ in this country nowadays,
And I wonder if it ever meant anything in the first place.

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redeemingaruba:

This is the instrumental to one of my favorite hymns. It’s called “Wa Habibi.” It’s an Arabic hymn meaning “My Beloved” and it’s about the crucifixion of Jesus.

(Source: rekasu)

surelyyouwillnotdie:

"The Star Spangled Banner" – Saher Galt

After seeing some of matthewclan's unpatriotic day music posts, I figured I'd share this gem. From the artist (7/3/13):

My version of the US national anthem, “The Star-Spangled Banner,” reflective of my feelings on America. Here’s to Independence Day.

Beautifully unsettling. Thanks for sharing.

y-x-u:

John Prine - Your Flag Decal Won’t Get You Into Heaven Anymore (John Prine, 1971)

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matthewclan:

Banner Year | Five Iron Frenzy

Give them a token flag
Trade pipes and shake some hands 
Tell them the white stripes stand for peace

Wave your flag. Salivate.
Stirring feelings of pride and hate.
A peace of cloth can’t hold your faith.

(Source: kellermans)

"Deliverance" - Showbread

Jesus, deliver us from our selfishness
Its roots are twisting up into our hearts
Worst of all, there seems to be no cure for this
I feel, my God, that I may come apart
The Jesus that we’re shouting in our neighbors’ face
Looks nothing like the Jesus that you are

Heavy is the soul that I’ve been carrying
So I’m forever giving up my sword
Take from me this weight that I could never bear
And I will follow you forevermore

Jesus, deliver us from our flags and oaths
The things that we believe will set us free
The fabric, country, system, or a man and his land
I’m afraid these things get no respect from me

Heavy is the soul that I’ve been carrying
So I’m forever giving up my sword
Take from me this weight that I could never bear
And I will follow you forevermore

Heavy is the soul that I’ve been carrying
So I’m forever giving up my sword
Take from me this weight that I could never bear
And I will follow you forevermore

Jesus, deliver us from our raging pride
The things that we say we do in your name
With all our vengeance, votes, and picket signs, and guns
We put the love you came to bring to shame

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ryankozycz:

"Happy 4th of July everyone,  I hope the BBQ and beer treat you right. I heard that freedom isn’t really free. That doesn’t mean it okay to kill other people, because they come from different blood than you. Please don’t think that Jesus wants you to kill other people cause they’re Muslim.  

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you’re all warm and cozy in your house. Its not the kids’ fault, that their dad went to jail. It’s not their fault there’s no food in the house, and santa clause doesn’t visit their part of town. I heard a man once say that the last shall be first  unless he only meant for white christians.

Happy Easter Sunday everyone. I think you all look really great in your new shirts. I wonder if the kid that made it got a new shirt too. And i wonder if he ever learned how to read and write,  or if he has running water in his house.   I wonder if his mom and dad are proud of his work, or if they died making last season’s fashions. 

Hey there sweetheart, I’ve got news for you, I had a talk with your dad last night.  So I went out and got you this diamond ring. It came from a slave mine in Africa, where people don’t have the choice to leave. The man in the mine, works under gun point.  But I bought so that I can say ‘I love you.’ I bought it so that I can say I care, I bought it so that I can get inside your heat, and I buy everything because I’m an American.”

-The Homeless Gospel Choir

Thus begins Unpatriotic Music Day.

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aplaceforlovelynoise:

Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains) - Arcade Fire.

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface

'Cause on the surface the city lights shine
They’re calling at me, come and find your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the World’s so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

We rode our bikes to the nearest park
Sat under the swings and kissed in the dark
We shield our eyes from the police lights
We run away, but we don’t know why
Black river, your city lights shine
They’re screaming at us, we don’t need your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
Sometimes I wonder if the world’s so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there’s no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights