The voice from forests.

  About a half year ago I first heard the voice of Chris Garneau, a kind of indie musician from America. In my memories, American music are most fast-paced and with strong melody. But Chris Garneau is different, his voice is very peace that seems to be from a stream of forest. His music can be looked like the deep whispers at night, or the light sound of wind at dawn. The album <music for tourists> is very apporiate with its name. Imagine that a turious traveled around alone, saw the seanes of oceans, moutains, forests and skies, then the music of this ablum is his impressions. Also, his mucis can be your private partner during the voyages.


  I stayed up the whole night yeasterday, couldn't fell into sleep. The voice of  Chiris Garneau accomapnied me to welcome the sunshine for a new day.

     第一次聽到Chris Graneau是在半年前，做為一個來自美國的歌手，他大出乎我的意料。印象中美式的音樂作品偏向與重節奏，這也是我十五六歲時偏好它們的原因。但Chris Graneun不同，他的音樂作品更像來自森林里小溪流的潺潺音符，或者可以說，暗夜里的低語，清晨時分吹過，只有花瓣才能察覺到的微風。《Music for tourists》，正如其名，《給旅人的音樂》，獨自遊走的時候，耳邊有這樣的音樂，不致太寂寞，或者，讓你更加寂寞。我願意把他的作品看做心靈的自訴，若想聆聽其中鳥語蟬鳴，請聽者先自凈心境。

    However, vivid notes can also be found from his works. Such like


         <Dirty night clowns>


 Pick me up and hose me down
I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns
The Earth does break, the things that we make
Like a model planes and gooey cakes


I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year
I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year


Let them be buried, buried alive
In their suits, in their ties
Trees to shade the moons that they made
In their suits, in their ties
Let them be buried, buried alive
In their suits, in their ties
You're safe here, now you're in the clear
Now we'll eat soup and apple pies


I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year
I can't clear the leaves from here
They're too far under the brush this year


I will never be dirt-free
Hold me, hold me
Like a baby