A brief one, a head-clearing walk around the block (twice) to take in bare trees and holiday lights.
Yim Yames, All Things Must Pass Tribute To
Cocteau Twins, A Kissed Out Red Floatboat Blue Bell Knoll
David Bowie, Queen Bitch Hunky Dory
Digable Planets, Examination of What Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space)
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Saturday, December 12, 2015
Monday, September 17, 2012
On Repeat: And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
This is one of My Most Favorite Songs Ever, ever. It is the most favorite song wherein the favorite status is not caused or created by lyric, or the marriage of lyric and sound, but solely is its sound. Only its sound, which is, to me, the sound of a heart hoping. The ache conveyed in this song is the ache of re-feeling what has been felt, and anticipation of feeling more. Flying down East Lafayette Hill Road on a yellow bike. Push play. Rewind. Repeat. Inside the apartment, after shutting the car door, insides screaming like a girl who spied a teen idol's hair flop just so over his eye during the concert. Push play. Rewind. Repeat.
This song stretches luxuriously up, and up even more.
It is on repeat every time I play it.
This song stretches luxuriously up, and up even more.
It is on repeat every time I play it.
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