Sunday Morning Music: Conor Oberst will keep singing and he doesn't care if you listen.

I know as I post this, I will certainly get some fallout. Yes, I know...you're all over Bright Eyes. You can't stand the shakiness of Oberst's voice, this is more boring white boy bullshit, this makes me tired, ohkristinthisissopasse.

As always, I don't care.

I got The People's Key this week (a real physical copy!) and I'm ecstatic. It's perfect Sunday Morning fare, as was Cassadaga, it's infinitely comforting. For some reason, there's little that is as comforting to me. The new album is much in the same vein as the last one, but a bit brighter, a bit jumpier."Shell Games" (above) is a good representation of that.

It also reminded me that albums can be beautiful when held, if there has been time put into the production. I was taken back to when I used to have to go to a record store; when the art of the CD was a part of the whole product. I miss that--but here it is, nostaligic and beautiful in itself.

God, I feel old. Do you, Conor?