Bright Eyes
Lifted or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground

THE REVIEW

How did I imagine Conor Oberst, aka Bright Eyes?
Exactly as he wants to appear at the beginning of this album.

Busy street, you hear voices, sounds of passing cars, background rustle, then you begin to hear a few guitar notes, an almost incomprehensible melody on which the voice of our guy climbs, whom I imagine slumped on the ground, hat full of coins, while he dispenses his thoughts to passersby.

"The picture is far too big to look at kid, your eyes won't open wide enough. And you're constantly surrounded by the swirling system of what is and what was. Well, we've all made our predictions but the truth still wasn't out. So if you want to see the future go stare into a cloud."
Thus, Conor does not elevate himself to a prophet, but at 24 he already shows the wisdom of a veteran.
And his voice, certainly not powerful, often off-key as I like it, touches the deepest recesses of the listener's sensitivity.

Those of Lifted are songs, in the purest sense of the term, meaning: a guy with a guitar in his hand is at the base of everything. And all in the name of simplicity, because that genius Conor takes care of making the difference.
A genius, therefore, who has so many things to say in his songs that the booklet of the lyrics (magnificent) is almost a real book.
I think of the legendary packaging of the legendary Vitalogy-Pearl Jam, which musically has nothing to do with it.

Apart from the already mentioned The Big Picture, a song that literally drives me crazy is called You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will, the perfect synthesis of the miracle of music, which constantly repeats itself despite being almost impossible to invent something new.
Conor Oberst doesn't even try to invent music and presents himself to us with two or three already heard chords and some poetic delusions, with the simplicity of the street songwriter, yet, when we find him on that same sidewalk, we will always stop to listen to him.