Goddamn. Bret is totally trying to one up me with just vast amount of writing. I am going to try to take him on punch for punch, which will mean I will have to do simply a ton of writing today. Fortunately, I am in the perfect mood for it, and have a ton of things swirling around inside and around me to talk about.
So here goes. Neil Young. Alexey at work this morning had the bright idea to download a bunch, and goddamn! was it ever the perfect thing. whoohoo, yeah. After everyone else listened to the songs once on the speakers (lightweights), I decided that I was going to go into that little zone in a bit more depth. So here I am with the headphones, and downloading more songs, and who knows where it will end.
I used to absolutely despise Neil Young. With a vast and bitter hatred, which I could never really account for. Then suddenly, and quite randomly, last year sometime, I picked up a double CD of his on a whim, and then BAM! it just gripped me for like a month. Also, at that same time, I was listening to a ton of Prince. Nothing but those two straight, for at least a month. What a strange excellent month that was. Like I can remember it all so clearly right now, listening to that music. But for the life of me, I can’t really articulate what was going on inside my head and heart, and why it all struck me so much at the time.
I don’t know, the same thing just happened to me this past month, with Rufus Wainwright’s “Poses” CD, which is simple a stunning piece of music. Just unbelievable and indescribable. And it came to me the same way, all of a sudden, out of the blue. I was sitting home alone one day, and I went over to Drew’s CD stack, took the album out, and listened to it, maybe 100 times in the past month. And that’s really no exaggeration. Like there was something in or about the music and the experience and feeling tied up inside of it, that just resonated so strongly with me. It was nothing short of incredible.
I’d go into greater depths about it, but there’s really no way. It’s all right there in the music. It would be pointless for me to try to extract all thats in that album, and reformulate it. Man o man, and its great too, cause the whole thing coincided quite perfectly with meeting and getting to know one Laura Jane, which I will try to write more about as the day goes on, but its just all so big that it’s hard to formulate anything really coherent to say about it all.
I’ve also been really into Van Morrison’s “Astral Weeks” lately. It’s really good summertime music, I think, and makes me kind of see this distant land, with all these hills and stuff, and like, I don’t know, free flowing water, and this pure playful love of life, and everything. Its really great.
You know, I wonder sometimes about things like music, and if it somehow has a life of it’s own, and kind of comes to you when you need it, if you’re ready for it, and able to be open to it. Okay, back to data entry for a little. More later.
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