The first album from storied British singer-songwriter Nick Drake, "Five Leaves Left," is also his best. It's a near-perfect collection of elemental expressions that fully embodies the spiritual characteristics of fall.
The 1982 "Weathered Statues" EP, released on Jello Biafra's Alternative Tentacles label, stands as one of the lesser-known albums in a catalog mired in obscurity. These four songs may not constitute T.S.O.L.'s best effort, as it seems like a quick glance at a passing phase -- not unlike the fall season.
Fall has always been my favorite time of year, and I've tried to explain it in a lot of ways. No one explanation nails it though.
Though it was released in the summer -- and both the album and band take their names from the French bon hiver, meaning "good winter" -- "Bon Iver, Bon Iver" is infallibly a record for the autumn months.
"Heaven, I'm in heaven / And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak." The moment I first heard the late, great Eva Cassidy sing these opening lines of her astonishing live album, "Live at Blues Alley," I was hooked.
As if the title alone weren't indicative enough, a quick look at the cover art and it's easy to see that "Songs in Red and Gray" is an album with an autumn theme. It is the perfect soundtrack for a fall day, be it a bright, sun-dappled October afternoon or a dreary, rainy November morning.
In the fall of 2003, I was living in San Diego and wondering when fall would actually happen. People who leave the idylls of Southern California frequently cite their need for discernible seasons, and I was no different.
"Smells like autumn, smells like leaves," goes one song on Ugly Casanova's "Sharpen Your Teeth." "You don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much, and then get left alone."
The things we desire in the fall -- the movies we want to watch, the soups we want to cook, the music we want to hear -- are expressions, I think, of what we want the fall to be.
The first lines of Neil Young's "Out on the Weekend" long for packing up and moving on, which precisely describes fall for me. This time of year is the embodiment of transition, as warm weather leaves and the impending doom of icy cold looms.