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On the good and evil of internal music
Oct. 28th, 2011 11:57 pmCurrent personal soundtrack:
The Dark of the Matinee by Franz Ferdinand. I keep reading that as "Manatee" even though I know better. I love how, in this verse, the music changes between him talking about himself to her talking about herself from the slightly maddening cycles to something so very much sweeter.
I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
All the words I hate
All the clothes I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
or How you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like
Bend and Break by Keane. The chorus matches something I believe about me... that I will recover from even the worst battering, but I'm not always so certain that I will recover in time. But when I'm ready to recover, generally my first act is to find someone with whom to share the reemergence of the light.
If only I don't bend and break
I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake
Perfect Symmetry by Keane. Yes, I really like that band. Anyway, as far as I can tell this song is about karma, or at least treasuring life in the doubt that characterizes an intelligent search for faith.
Who are you, what are you fighting for
Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life
lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle slips into the run out groove
Love, maybe you feel it too
And maybe you find, life is unkind
and over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you otta leave this town
get out while you can
the needle's running out
The voices in the streets you love
everything is better when you hear that shout
**********
For the record, the idea of a personal soundtrack kind of gives me the creeps. I lay the blame for that entirely on the Otherland books, specifically the serial killer Dread. He was the first and most effective instance of the author getting me into the mind of a really evil, irredeemable character. And it happened through the fact that, of all the people with computers more or less incorporated into their consciousness, he's the one who had a music composition program constantly running. The first time he showed up, conducting his internal symphony, I was enchanted by the idea, so when he calmly opened the shower where he had tied up his next victim for future use, the dissonance was horrifying. I stopped reading the series for a while because of him, because I felt like my soul was rotting as I read things from his perspective. I have since finished the series, but still feel sick when I think of Dread.
The fact that iPods originally came out the year the books were finished makes me a little nervous, too.
The Dark of the Matinee by Franz Ferdinand. I keep reading that as "Manatee" even though I know better. I love how, in this verse, the music changes between him talking about himself to her talking about herself from the slightly maddening cycles to something so very much sweeter.
I time every journey to bump into you, accidentally
I charm you and tell you of the boys I hate
All the girls I hate
All the words I hate
All the clothes I hate
How I'll never be anything I hate
You smile, mention something that you like
or How you'd have a happy life if you did the things you like
Bend and Break by Keane. The chorus matches something I believe about me... that I will recover from even the worst battering, but I'm not always so certain that I will recover in time. But when I'm ready to recover, generally my first act is to find someone with whom to share the reemergence of the light.
If only I don't bend and break
I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
If only I don't suffocate
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake
Perfect Symmetry by Keane. Yes, I really like that band. Anyway, as far as I can tell this song is about karma, or at least treasuring life in the doubt that characterizes an intelligent search for faith.
Who are you, what are you fighting for
Holy truth, brother I chose this mortal life
lived in perfect symmetry
What I do, that will be done to me
As the needle slips into the run out groove
Love, maybe you feel it too
And maybe you find, life is unkind
and over so soon
There is no golden gate
There's no heaven waiting for you
Oh boy you otta leave this town
get out while you can
the needle's running out
The voices in the streets you love
everything is better when you hear that shout
**********
For the record, the idea of a personal soundtrack kind of gives me the creeps. I lay the blame for that entirely on the Otherland books, specifically the serial killer Dread. He was the first and most effective instance of the author getting me into the mind of a really evil, irredeemable character. And it happened through the fact that, of all the people with computers more or less incorporated into their consciousness, he's the one who had a music composition program constantly running. The first time he showed up, conducting his internal symphony, I was enchanted by the idea, so when he calmly opened the shower where he had tied up his next victim for future use, the dissonance was horrifying. I stopped reading the series for a while because of him, because I felt like my soul was rotting as I read things from his perspective. I have since finished the series, but still feel sick when I think of Dread.
The fact that iPods originally came out the year the books were finished makes me a little nervous, too.
