Lindsay Lohan interviewed Devendra Banhart and therein occassioned his mention of a couple-three shards of beauty I had not previously known but that fell in a niche of expression (proclamation when good) that I had just been considering after having come across an exchange on the quality of names between a member of Dr. Dog and his counterpart of the criterati.

So, with that preylewd, hears [yes] the jackpot promised—but don’t wade into this thinking it’s a laugh at Lohan; she’s little more than a coincidence here:

LL: So there are three of you who work together in your band? Or is it just you?

DB: Well, it’s a band. It has switched around from time to time and the name changes. The first time it was called the Queens of Sheba. The second time it was called White Buffalo, Deer Woman Appears. And then it was called Hairy Fairy, after the Cockettes. Right now we don’t have a name.

LL: When I saw you play, I think it was you, one of your friends, and a girl who performed.

DB: That’s right. They’re all in the band. It’s Noah Georgeson who co-produced and co-engineered Cripple Crow [XL Recordings], and Eliza Douglas, who was also in the band called the Bunny Brains. You’ve made two records, right?

LL: Yeah.

DB: Then why aren’t you hooking me up with your albums?

The content isn’t much, but the band names come sparkling out and have me seeing things in a new way.

That’s all it takes.

[found on FindArticles]

This should be obvious, needing of nothing.

You can count on a Mountain Goat.

Song For Dennis Brown

on the day that dennis brown\’s lung collapsed, spring rain was misting down on kingston.
and down at the harbor, local cops were intercepting an inbound shipment.
and for a while there it was chaos
as they handcuffed and then roughed up some sailors.

on the day my lung collapses
it\’s not going to be much different.

on the day that dennis brown\’s habits caught up with him, school children sang in choirs.
and out behind the Chinese restaurants
guys were jumping into dumpsters.
and the stench was overbearing,
but they were past the point of caring.

on the day my habits catch up with me
I\’ll be down among the jumpers.

and when the birds come home in spring,
we will fill them full of buckshot.
and jets of contaminated blood
will cloud the rivers and the lakes.
it took all the coke in town to bring down dennis brown.

on the day my lung collapses
we\’ll see just how much it takes

hand ball -the mountain goats: lyrics…

i am the dry meat that fills the mouth i am the fire that burns without wood i am evil forest, kill a man on the day that his life seems sweetest to him i did not come to play hand ball i did not come to play hand ball