"Bear’s Vision of St. Agnes" is yet another awesome song from mewithoutYou’s newest CD, Ten Stories. Some of the most beautiful pieces of music ever made; they are able to combine incredibly well-composed productions with impactful lyrics that truly approximate poetic metaphor. This album contends with Dr. Dog’s "Be the Void" in being my favorite album of the year. Oh, I don’t have to choose one or the other, so I’ll choose both!
mewithoutYou’s music itself appeals to me greatly; when they have horns and other instrumentation, they take on orchestral dimensions. They have many layers to the song, and (having seen them play live multiple times) I can attest to the unique and genuinely interesting chemistry that the band mates have. Their jam-like, extremely melodic and harmonious compositions are able to build a certain sort of energy within the listener(s). What the band does with this energy, by building and changing the dynamic of musical expectation from piece to piece, or song part to song part, makes their element of performance work on multiple levels.
You might have noticed that I have not really elaborated on the lyrics. The multi-level complexity of the song displays itself in the integration of different parts. On the one part, the music itself produces that feel-good joy that real art can bring, a certain type of eudaimonia (the happy contentment Aristotle was keen to, what the Pythagorians might have mathematically formalized as “harmonious wave lengths”). One a completely alternative part, Aaron Weiss’s vocals and lyrics capture the depth of yourself. It’s an incredibly unique and enthralling game, once deeply interested in the music and engaging your spirit, the words make your brain come alive and try to play catch up. It’s a type of mental fitness that is incredibly enjoying; not only are the endorphins and seratonin from the exercise completely exhilarating, but the places that you go and see are very aesthetically pleasing.
“You’ve worn me like an albatross, I’ve only slowed you down. You could’ve long traded in your braided crown by now you could’ve found that Anabaptist girl you always used to go on about”