Late nights...

in melancholic sounds.

A little sleep deprived. A little emotionally exhausted. Don't really feel the rally to induce more action at such a late hour and the questioning of how current situations will play out are flooding the mind. Feeling oddly low, while an introverted fire burns very high, there is not much to do but turn to music.

Silversun Pickups' 'Three Seed' off their Carnavas album seems to be the only sounds that soothe. My heart is weary and overwhelmingly tired. The gentle chords are very welcoming to the angry rumblings and sounds within my mind. It does not degrade them, simply honor and move, to a flow that is very much cried for. If the sense of liquid fire could be calmed, this would be the way to do it.

Silversun Pickups leaves me feeling heard and recognized for the ugliness that is felt and the beauty of strength held.

Looking forward to a new day...

the sound of love,
Attie

Cupid plays a fiddle...

that will not, for the life of me, leave my screeching ear.


Valentines day has come and passed, and yet the mushy meanderings of horrible Michael Bolton music and Delilahs' soft rock is just about to drive me insane. Fortunately, such a holiday only comes once in a year (at least here in America; Japan's a whole other story...).


There is an upside to the holiday though. Much like when women get that monthly visitor, the times of sap, romance and shit loads of chocolate are upon us. Throw in a bunch of flowers and Jamaican-love inscents and you've got yourself a bona-fide bedroom waiting for you and yours. 


What better way to utilize such a moment? Just dive in and get to it you say...? 


Well that just might do for any day, but on a day like that, you'd be better off turning on some Lovage. Just let Nathaniel Merriweather (Dan the Automater) take the lead while listening to Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady By album. Take the pressure off and just go with the flow. It would be very challenging to do wrong by Lovage when it is just so right. 


If things seem to have become somewhat of a calamity on this past Valentines, then moving onto a classic would possibly do you best. Stay safe and smooth with Marvin Gaye. I mean really, if you find a way to go wrong with Midnight Love and the Sexual Healing Sessions, then maybe this just isn't your thing. It wouldn't hurt to check in with your partner to see ahead of time if it'll vibe with their mojo or not. It may not be as surprising, but at least it may prevent a few faux pas that could've happened. 


Either way, there's always next year!


the sound of love,
Attie

I'm feeling the drive...

to get shit done. 


I mean really, suddenly everything is in full ignition. My heart is alive. My life is moving. To where, is the question. From what I can tell, it's feeling pretty good so far. 


It also feels as if there's just so much to do, yet when I'm concentrating on what tasks to get done, the mind moves into a state of emptiness. It's very frustrating at times. I suppose it's my subconscious telling me to be still and listen; then move. 


It certainly helps me stay contained when I'm listening to "Angelica", by Lamb on their Between Darkness and Wonder album. It's phenomenal the way life is in a state of witness when listening to "Angelica". It's almost like trusting the change that is constantly happening. You feel it. You know it's there. In a way, you are apart of it. You are creating and at the mercy of it.

I get a similar experience, with a more urban twist, in The Cardigans' Gran Turismo. Specifically with "Erase/Rewind", there's a deep resonance with the modern life and movement; the electric flow of todays technology. "Erase and rewind... because I've been changing my mind... " isn't that uncommon of a thought for me. At least with The Cardigans I know it's apart of the flow of things.


Sitting. Waiting. Wishing. 


...for the sound of love,
Attie

There's a moment in time...

when it just comes down to the breath.

When you run there always seems to be a point when you begin to loose your breath. The lungs begin to burn. Your eyes begin to blur... and the world beings to freeze as the only sound you hear, is your thundering heart. In that moment, you find that time stops. You witness the world... as it moves rushing back to you in a moments breath.

"Teardrop" by Jose Gonzalez is the reenactment of that moment for me. Every event is pulled away from me. My awareness is centering on the only thing it can. The moment. Then, time stops. All that is, simply is. In all its entirety the moment is perfect. The breath is perfect. Life is frozen in its perfection. And moves on again much like a passing thought.

I am moved by Jose Gonzalez. His soft tones and gentle cords invoke a recognized depth within. "Teardrop" by Massive Attack could not have been recreated in a more beautiful way.

The way the moment stops is remarkable, if you're open to experiencing it...

the sound of music,
Attie