Corpus Callosum is a seven-piece ensemble that sort of straddles the bay (and at the moment, also two hemispheres - one member is currently in Sweden), works hard, plays a lot of shows, and pretty much tears it up. Band is a word that describes them in a modern context, but in their case you get a sense that it’s also a bit of a reference to more fanciful times. Imagine, if you will, a roving gang of puppeteers, river gamblers, train-hoppers, mad scientists, and a general assortment of oddish characters. Imagine them making you coffee and sitting in your classes and sketching on the napkins at your workplace. I think you will come to the conclusion that this would greatly improve your life.
What I love about this band is that they have a big toolbox. When all members are present, their stage setup may include the glass harmonica, banjo, guitar, mandolin, flute, accordion, glockenspiel, ukulele, autoharp, melodica, bass, and pretty much whatever they seem to be able to get their hands on. This is not limited to musical instruments: performances sometimes incorporate stiltwalking, puppetry, parades, cardboard sets, and usually a good helping of flailing theatricality on at least one member’s part.
I saw them again last Friday at Bottom of the Hill for the release of their new album, of which the above song is track #8. Funded through Kickstarter and recorded this fall in Oakland, it’s a swirling, creaking passage through a world both colorful and a little morbid. Also: it is wonderful. The storytelling is superb, and when the slight desperate tone emerges in places you welcome it, because it refuses to feel maudlin. Instead it sounds halfway mad, in that familiar way. You’ll wish you were out at sea, or on a corner, dancing with masked giants. The album art alone (created by the members themselves) would be worth the money. Please, please go pick it up at bandcamp. Check out their handsome new website, and note that they will be on tour this winter. Save the dates and go seem them live. You will have such a good time.
I’m not tooting my own horn. I’m just holding a megaphone up to the horn while someone else toots it.
This is really nice thing that a nice lady said about the album. ^_^
Doh, the day before my first final. You guys should really consult with me before booking shows.
Or maybe your SCHOOL should consult with US before scheduling inconvenient FINALS. How about THAT? (Also, psst, don’t tell anyone, but there might be another SF show. I just didn’t want to say anything because it’s nowhere near confirmed. December 16th. Shhhhhh.)
aubreythomson replied to your photo:
So when are you guys coming to the east coast?
When the band is making enough money for us to afford a tour that lasts longer than a couple weeks. Don’t you worry, though. It’ll happen. But you might make it to our coast before we make it to yours.
A few years ago, a man went up to a dead whale so that his wife could take a photo of it and him. However, before the photo was snapped, the whale penis fell on his head and he died too.
Tragically comic is the phrase I hope, because I kind of laughed a lot when I read about it.