Cherry Tree in Straps

I recently discovered The National's 2004 EP entitled "Cherry Tree". It immediately became an honourable favourite. In the post before I mentioned how Matt Berninger's voice is like a bass line foundation. Did I mention that when I listen to him, I have to withdraw my breath, in case I miss the wonderful depth and soothing sounds of his voice? I do.
I sometimes make an effort to walk a little lighter, breathe a little less. Move more subtly, even speak more softly. His voice can do that.

When I feel particularly melancholy, but want to exude a light-hearted and somewhat mellow calm, I listen to:
Cherry Trees' "loose lips, sink ships..." on repeat.
Or
All Dolled-up In Straps' "Now, love, where have you been?Where have you been?".
This on repeat and suddenly things are a little brighter.

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Mr. November

I forgot how nostalgic The Nationals' lyrics made me feel.
I keep thinking to myself, "I need to see this band live."
One day, I'll hear Matt Berninger shout out these lyrics,

"I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November, I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over!"

I find myself screaming this, in my head and in my throat.
Berningers' distinctive baritone voice can swoon anyone to drop everything and listen.
He is the driving force of this band consisting of two pair of brothers accompanying him.
Their sound is full, broad, demanding and honest.
It punches you in the gut, the moment you hear that low romantic drone, you can't help but to stop and listen.
So listen:

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