Artist : rickoLus Album : Troubadour Year : 2013 Genre : Indie Quality : 245kbps / 44.1KHz / Joint Stereo Source : CD Playtime : 1h 28m Size : 163.8mb Label : Circle Into Square Catalognr : CIS1066 Tracklist: CD 1: Towns 01. Hobby Horse 4:07 02. Sunny Moon 2:49 03. Snow Globe 4:26 04. Thieves 3:35 05. Canyons 4:12 06. Chasing Thunder 4:45 07. Herschel Street 4:01 08. Dreamzzz 2:15 09. Most Of Us 3:48 10. Night Kids 2:47 11. Surrender 4:32 12. Whatever Etc. 3:05 CD 2: Roads 01. Roy Great Britian IV 4:52 02. Young Heart 2:19 03. The Loney Fox 4:46 04. White Whale 3:55 05. We Paint The Rocks Gold 2:00 06. 9th Street To San Pablo 4:43 07. Echoes On 8th Street 4:07 08. Theatre Eleven 3:38 09. October 5:12 10. Confessions Of An Empty Bird 4:31 11. Waltzing Down 1st Street 1:15 12. Banquet 2:43 Releasenotes: Inspired by a passage from Joseph Campbell's "The Power Of Myth", Rickolus' Troubadour is an album about love as the highest spiritual experience and specifically Richard Colado's (aka Rickolus) love for his wife. It is a recounting of a love that grew longer while the cigarettes grew shorter, while the four track recordings piled up. At the beginning of the writing process for Troubadour, Colado had a hard time deciding whether to write metaphorically or literally about his marriage. It was a mess from the start, but in true Rickolus form he jumped in and learned how to swim. Lyrically, Colado decided to make an abstract collage of pictures of his wife that he keeps in his head, instead of trying to paint a portrait of them that was more easily recognizable. Upon finishing those songs however, he felt like they were too abstract to really represent their relationship fully. Asking his muse what to do, she set herself to the task of listening to the mountain of demos he'd recorded. After a brief amount of listening, she returned with a list that had only a few songs marked off and said "you have two albums". The two of them split them up between acoustic and electric songs, thus making Troubadour a double album. Rickolus still feels like the album is still kind of a mess but, that in itself, represents love better then a condensed ten song album ever could. Since when was love tight, concise and clear? We've all known it to be a complete, fucking beautiful mess! http://www.circleintosquare.com/item/troubadour