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Jeff Luna | Skeletons and Whatnot

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Skeletons and Whatnot

by Jeff Luna

Funny, honest, simple music that tells a story, creates an image, and cooks dinner while you listen.
Genre: Folk: Folk Pop
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1. Idaho
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2. I'll Be That Man
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3. There's a Monster Truck in My Closet
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4. My Mom's Van
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5. The Family Man
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6. You Were Here and Now You Are
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7. 2%
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8. Jerry the Milk
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9. She's Like a Museum
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10. My Picture
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11. I Gave You My Heart (You Gave Me a Tapeworm
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12. Sheet Rock
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13. Free Corpse
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
Like tightly wound silk, soft and seamless, moving over you in careless caresses that ebb and flow with the rhythm of the surrounding air, a whisper of the dawn calling with hushes of serene tranquility, so was the feel and texture of the shrink wrap as I slowly and deliberately unwrapped it from the CD case of Jeff Luna's new CD, "Skeletons and Whatnot." I think it was some sort of polymer blend, but it felt like home.

This was my introduction to the music of Jeff Luna. My first impression. You might be reading this and wondering how expositive of underlying musical quality shrink wrap can really be. It's only a thin translucent envelope, an easily removable barrier to the contents within, but beyond this defenseless rampart are promises of hope and expectation.

I cast my memory back to years ago, to the first time. I think it was Billy Joel's, "An Innocent Man." I was only a young teenage girl at the time, innocent and naïve. I told my mother I was going to the movies with Theresa and Sally, but there I was at the Vinyl Dreams music store, wild and uninhibited, and ready to take another step into modern womanhood. I had just bought a 5 disc carousel with money saved up from babysitting the Lichtensteins, having heard all about the musical revolution going on. Digital sound, no rewinding. I could listen to any track, at any time, all with the click of a button. At first it was awkward, I had no prior experience with CDs before. I clumsily tore through the shrink wrap, having not yet discovered its hidden pleasures. After unwrapping, the naked CD case and disc seemed embarrassed and ashamed at first, but as I took the disc out and inserted it into my carousel, we became one as the music penetrated my soul. It was like strawberry wine.

Since then, I've purchased many CDs. Some have been good. Others...well...a good girl never tells. You never know, though, what's in store for you as you run your fingers over the shrink wrap of a new album. As I massaged the lustrous polymer blend of Jeff Luna's "Skeletons and Whatnot," I was shaken and stirred by the possibilities, but I wasn't sure if the relationship would last. That was five months ago, and we have grown in love perpetually since that day.

One never knows what tomorrow holds in store. Our time on earth is short. If it all ends tomorrow, though, I know that I can look back on my life and say, "'Skeletons and Whatnot' was a pretty darn good album."

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Ephram Bobisco

Rice pudding for the sore soul
In the perfunctory challenge that is every person's life, a nice reprieve from the mucus hurling fandango is always welcome. That is exactly what I found in this album "Skeletons and Whatnot" by Jeff Luna.
I had been exposed to the brain shanannigans of Mr. Luna before, for he is an Austin legend, but not until I picked up his latest CD did I find that he is truly the voice for our ridiculous generation. I call it Generation Ephram, after myself. Maybe it could be Gen Eph, you know, to have a cool shortened name. Plus it has plenty of double meaning, the primary one of which is to sancitify the utter normalcy of myself. Maybe that is normality. Whatever.
With renderings such as "Jerry the Milk" and "Tapeworm", Luna taps into the hidden disappointment that we all feel in some way. I feel it in the small of my back, which is never sore. That is a shame.
But with such tracks as "Idaho" and "My Mom's Van", Luna truly reaches out to his misguided audience and embraces the weaknesses of humanity, and promptly mocks those weaknesses as his own. There is genius in the ability to absorb harmful radiation and re-emit nothing but sunshine. Which also contains harmful radiation.
Bask in the glow of this album. It is perfect for road trips, bubble baths, dinner parties, make-out sessions, awkward moments with first-time hookers, cub scout retreats, youth group, 5:00 AM prayers, and Senate sub-committee meetings. Most people should find themselves in at least two of those situations, thus removing all excuses for not owning this must-have piece of the Austin legend.
Thank you, Mr. Luna.

-Ephram Bobisco
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Ephram Bobisco

Rice pudding for the sore soul
In the perfunctory challenge that is every person's life, a nice reprieve from the mucus hurling fandango is always welcome. That is exactly what I found in this album "Skeletons and Whatnot" by Jeff Luna.
I had been exposed to the brain shanannigans of Mr. Luna before, for he is an Austin legend, but not until I picked up his latest CD did I find that he is truly the voice for our ridiculous generation. I call it Generation Ephram, after myself. Maybe it could be Gen Eph, you know, to have a cool shortened name. Plus it has plenty of double meaning, the primary one of which is to sancitify the utter normalcy of myself. Maybe that is normality. Whatever.
With renderings such as "Jerry the Milk" and "Tapeworm", Luna taps into the hidden disappointment that we all feel in some way. I feel it in the small of my back, which is never sore. That is a shame.
But with such tracks as "Idaho" and "My Mom's Van", Luna truly reaches out to his misguided audience and embraces the weaknesses of humanity, and promptly mocks those weaknesses as his own. There is genius in the ability to absorb harmful radiation and re-emit nothing but sunshine. Which also contains harmful radiation.
Bask in the glow of this album. It is perfect for road trips, bubble baths, dinner parties, make-out sessions, awkward moments with first-time hookers, cub scout retreats, youth group, 5:00 AM prayers, and Senate sub-committee meetings. Most people should find themselves in at least two of those situations, thus removing all excuses for not owning this must-have piece of the Austin legend.
Thank you, Mr. Luna.

-Ephram Bobisco
Read more...