<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" ?>
<?xml-stylesheet title="XSL_formatting" type="text/xsl" href="http://feeds.rhapsody.com/rss-transform-xslt.xml?bid=-1354060131"?>
<!--These data are only offered for use pursuant to the license agreement
posted at http://webservices.rhapsody.com/rws-license.html.
Any use of these data indicates your agreement to the terms and conditions
set forth therein.-->
<rss version="2.0" xmlns:rhap="http://feeds.rhapsody.com/dtds/">
<channel>
<title>Music Videos by Mark Kozelek on Rhapsody Online</title><link>http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.35328&amp;rws=%2Fmark-kozelek%2Fmusic-videos.rss</link><description>Seminal San Francisco singer-songwriter Mark Kozelek of Red House Painters goes solo and spreads out the beauty of toneful guitar wash, releasing lush walls of comforting sonic textures with all the warmth of an electric blanket on a rainy Sunday morning. But it is the unfeigned sincerity of his wistful, breathy and textured vocals that has the power to either melt polar ice caps or birth them (imagine an even more heavyhearted Nick Drake). Kozelek's own pensive love songs often walk the line between poetic revering and bruised, melancholic laments that seem to rise from the heavy repercussions of the heart's trials and tribulations. It is here where Kozelek emits his most intense performances, letting the listener into his "cold, solitary kingdom," as he once sang.
- Eric Shea</description><category>Indie/Alternative</category><language>en</language><ttl>720</ttl><pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:05:26 -0800</pubDate><image>
<url>http://static.realone.com/rotw/images/logo_rhapsody_113x22.gif</url>
<title>Music Videos by Mark Kozelek on Rhapsody Online</title>
<link>http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.35328&amp;rws=%2Fmark-kozelek%2Fmusic-videos.rss</link>
<description>Seminal San Francisco singer-songwriter Mark Kozelek of Red House Painters goes solo and spreads out the beauty of toneful guitar wash, releasing lush walls of comforting sonic textures with all the warmth of an electric blanket on a rainy Sunday morning. But it is the unfeigned sincerity of his wistful, breathy and textured vocals that has the power to either melt polar ice caps or birth them (imagine an even more heavyhearted Nick Drake). Kozelek's own pensive love songs often walk the line between poetic revering and bruised, melancholic laments that seem to rise from the heavy repercussions of the heart's trials and tribulations. It is here where Kozelek emits his most intense performances, letting the listener into his "cold, solitary kingdom," as he once sang.
- Eric Shea</description>
</image></channel>
</rss>