Saturday, June 25, 2011

you, at the back


have just discovered that that track i love quite a lot, miles behind me by hotel lights, is the songwriting work of the drummer from ben folds five, darren jessee

and lookee - there's a new album due out in august!
http://www.hotellights.net/

and i apologise to his inevitable wife, girlfriend or whatever, but i think he might be my new crush...

Monday, June 6, 2011

blipping brilliant

added several new pieces to the blip

http://blip.fm/anaesthete

and noticed that my much loved amiina have a new CD out. puzzle.

thinking of getting the new fleet foxes album too, after it dawned on me slowly that they are fucking brilliant. can't pass up that title helplessness blues

helplessness.

funny to think about the chance/cause/effect/reaction that creates the situations in your life.

as long as i continue to listen to music i feel more likely to survive the despair.

it would be good if i had the same attitude to eating. but it seems in times of trial the first thing i do is cease ingesting.

i would bottle coriolis and drink it if it could. and why won't someone upload a version of that so i can share it with you? i have spent an inordinate amount of time in that track.

i realised something last night. i couldn't sleep. lay awake with fragments of a new favourite piece of music circling in my mind. for me, one of the pieces of proof that i have absorbed a work of music is when i can hear it, in full or in part, played on my internal mental stereo.

i always had a theory that the human individual was at the mercy of a terminally incomplete, biased and inferior recording system from which to try and transcribe the evidence of their life.

and that led to a theory that if god was anything, it was a perfect recording of things. of the moments before, during and after those things that somehow became defining parts of your understanding of who and what you were.

me?

i am a sad song. minimalist heartbreaker in minor chords and lingering.

i am also a 4/4 beat for shameless booty-shakin' to. hands in the air and breathing the sheer glory of being alive.

the pendulum swings, the venn diagram is drawn, between these forces. to grieve and to exhault.

but eventually i will have to eat something...

love

~ a listener