A summation of why I wish Inara George was my girlfriend.

Ray Guns may not be just the future, but maybe an Inara/Isikins Hookup?

No, yeah! I went there, motherfuckers. I suppose I could mish-mesh this album review into something of a love letter to Inara George, but once again, the bias must be taken out of the pretty picture, and replaced with a sense of professionalism, of which I sometimes feel incapable. But what would be the point of divulging into a diatribe about  how I dare not speak of a beautiful woman who makes beautiful music with a beautiful man? Or ... handsome man. Nevermind. This CD is pretty good, and I enjoyed listening to it throughout. I've often felt an uncommon sadness from beautiful Inara, which I wish to understand at a deeper level. If I can not go on a date with her and strike up a meaningful conversation, then I could just pick up Ray Guns or their self titled album, as they are just as intimate and open-hearted as they can get. Listening to the music of The Bird and the Bee is not a far cry from experiencing the life of other human beings by placing yourself in their shoes, and accepting their quirky and unique take on their trials and tribulations. If Greg Kirshner (piano, beats, samples, and most everything Inara doesn't do) is the maestro, than Inara George is the muse, and through this muse he has found a lyrical exhibitionist who is more than willing to bare her soul, but insert her soul into the art itself. The music befits her persona, peppy and bright, with spots of electro and pop here and there. For some, maybe a little too ... off? For others, unique and exquisite, and much like her demeanor and whimsical presentation, the album most certainly isn't for anyone.

Listening to this album is like going on a date with Inara George?

Yes and no. I would say it would be like going on several dates. And with each date, the woman becomes wiser, more detailed, more vulnerable, and more, more, more. This album especially since what we are listening to is a life story told in all kinds of personal confessions, be they humorous, intelligent, sophisticated, arrogant, or sad. Sometimes all at once. Lifespan of a Fly has one of the most unique and inspired interpretations on the end of a life lived in modesty and obscurity. It's a metaphor suited to the style and understated performance of Greg's arrangement. We're fragile, unexpected, and ill-equipped to handle how we go. There are all sorts of theological and spiritual questions drifting in and out of the slipstreams of our minds, and quite frankly, we are afraid that everything we've known was wrong, and a stupendous waste of time. George understands this almost too well for a woman barely over 30.

Well ... maybe I'm jumping the boat here, and creeping you all out. In terms of winding down my emotional reaction to this album, it is something special. George's lyrics are very inspired and unique, and they suit Kirshner's musical composition. I've quickly discovered that through the amount of time spent thinking about my next sentence, there really is no medium in which to describe this creative force. Diamond Dave, for example, couldn't get any more personal. The song is essentially a love letter to Van Halen frontman David Lee Roth, likely spawned from a childhood crush from long ago at ripe age. I remember when I was 13 and saw Josie and the Pussycats for the first time, and developed what has now been a nine year crush on the beautiful Rachael Leigh Cook. I'm sure when I'm a semi-well known filmmaker, I'll write a movie about a young boy who falls in love with a Hollywood actress who is eight years his senior, and it will be the greatest movie ever made.

You're an idiot, Isikins.

Well I may be an idiot, but I really like this album largely because it is so personal and so intimate. The music is nothing more or less than a back ground setting that may be taking place in some brazillian 60's diner. You sit there in this diner, and you listen to this beautiful girl sing songs to you. But its not like how they do it in Chevy's where you sit there feeling embarassed and strangely betrayed by your family and the waiters. You feel as if you are experiencing a gift of sorts. The kind of thing that just ... I don't know, whisks you away on a mountain adventure ... dodging ray gun lasers. Or something like that.

So there is nothing wrong with this album? Blissful perfection? Srsly?

Not srsly. Moar liek ... mostly perfect. The problem with The Bird and the Bee has always been the fact that they never really break new ground with their music. Yes, it's fun. Yes, it's bubbly, and yes, Inara's lyrics and voice are so soothing, thoughtful, and poetic, that I can almost completely forgive the musical shortcomings. The first, self titled album, definitely took risks in being what they are. Here, they don't seem to do anything with it except for putting the style on repeat, and it wares thin if you listen to it long enough. I'll admit ... getting throught he last song on this album wasn't exactly like eating cheese cake on a dock on the ocean, watching a beautiful sunset, with a naked woman. Then again ... is there any song like that?

All that said, I can't dock it points for having the same composition through and through. For any casual listener, it may be a little too much strange electro bubble gum pop, but when you listen closely, it's more than just that. Given that the composition is the same in this album as the last, the lyrics here are definitely more inspired, and they seem to come from a place that is honest. Music doesn't have to be honest, and as Kimya Dawson has proved time and time again with her worn out anti-folk tunes, there is such a thing as being too honest. Here, George and Kirshner find just the right chords, and the lyrics fit right in like a ... condom. Yeah. That.

No Deathy Heavyness though. Sorry.

Rating

Category Comment Rating
Sound/Production Better than the first disc, but more inspiration. 3.5
Presentation Fun songs. Beautiful voice. Interesting composition. :) 4.5
Originality Not too much. They do a lot of the same type of composition ... as if that were a BAD thing. 4
Songwriting Inara George may be one of the more interesting lyricists of her time. :) Greg Kirshner is quite a master of musical nonsense as well. 4.5
Deathy/Heavyness None. 0
Isikins Worthy? I'd say so. 4
Final Verdict: 3.42

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gpdave1 communicates:

Smilie!then you my good sir have good reason for liking.
September 13th 2009, 4:30 AM

Isikins verbalizes:

Smilie!Aptly pointed out. The first comment, anyway. I've added a tid bit at the end of the first paragraph for the (understandably) uninitiated. As for the second ... "THE FUCK" indeed, which is why I like them so much.
August 31st 2009, 3:32 AM

gpdave1 jabbers:

Smilie!upon investigating the artist's sound,I have these 2 words to add to what it is that we all are asking: THE FUCK?
August 30th 2009, 4:54 AM

gpdave1 absolves:

Smilie!you completely forgot to inform all of us just exactly what kind of music it is that she does. Because none of us has ever heard of this artist. I shall sum up all that we are asking of: WHAT?
August 30th 2009, 4:50 AM
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