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This was written thursday the 11th, but couldn't be published until now since my server was grumpy.
Despite my reasonably strong affection for logic, reason and cold objectivity, I absolutely love being swept far, far away by music. A purely emotional trip, detached from all notions of the real world, with the neurotransmitters going off like an arsonist in a fireworks factory. These trips don't necessarily have to go into heavenly bliss, because the actual trip (or escape?) is more important than the journeys final destination. When I manage to create these moments for myself, I often think that I should write about them, or more specifically, write about the music that makes it happen. So today I thought I'd start with a bang, because this one is hard to top:
Sigur Rós - ()
If I had to pick 3 records out of the way over three thousand I own, this one is in. And it's even more than a one-in-a-thousand record, it's just so totally and utterly amazing, everything so unbelievably perfect. This damn well HAS to be one of the best albums ever recorded. In fact, listening to it now, the mood so mindbogglingly fitting, I can't think of anything better. Track 7 nearly brings tears to my eyes, and then when track 8 hits... I literally cannot breathe.
I was listening to this while writing, and cranking the volume up to insane levels for the unfathomably majestic track 8. I was going to get the fix of all fixes, that rush I craved so badly, the one that the entire album had been building towards. And then, sitting there with the proverbial needle in the arm, right when it was about to blast me into a supernova, my headphones furiously blasting the final notes building ut to the climax into my ears, a colleague snaps me right out of it by waving her arm in front of my face. She's trying to signal that I need to lower the goddamn volume in my headphones.
The emotional brutality of being ripped out of the music at that exact second is undescribable. Intellectually I know she was right, because the volume was most likely well into levels that can kill small mammals. But still, that moment totally destroyed my day. I'm downright aggressive now, towards pretty much everything. My replies to people have turned bitter and cynical, and I can't concentrate on my work. And to extend the junkie allegory even further, my dependency on this fix isn't the problem - it's the people that prevent me from getting it. Any fucker who gets between me and my music during the remainder of today is in deep, deep trouble.
Despite my reasonably strong affection for logic, reason and cold objectivity, I absolutely love being swept far, far away by music. A purely emotional trip, detached from all notions of the real world, with the neurotransmitters going off like an arsonist in a fireworks factory. These trips don't necessarily have to go into heavenly bliss, because the actual trip (or escape?) is more important than the journeys final destination. When I manage to create these moments for myself, I often think that I should write about them, or more specifically, write about the music that makes it happen. So today I thought I'd start with a bang, because this one is hard to top:
Sigur Rós - ()
If I had to pick 3 records out of the way over three thousand I own, this one is in. And it's even more than a one-in-a-thousand record, it's just so totally and utterly amazing, everything so unbelievably perfect. This damn well HAS to be one of the best albums ever recorded. In fact, listening to it now, the mood so mindbogglingly fitting, I can't think of anything better. Track 7 nearly brings tears to my eyes, and then when track 8 hits... I literally cannot breathe.
I was listening to this while writing, and cranking the volume up to insane levels for the unfathomably majestic track 8. I was going to get the fix of all fixes, that rush I craved so badly, the one that the entire album had been building towards. And then, sitting there with the proverbial needle in the arm, right when it was about to blast me into a supernova, my headphones furiously blasting the final notes building ut to the climax into my ears, a colleague snaps me right out of it by waving her arm in front of my face. She's trying to signal that I need to lower the goddamn volume in my headphones.
The emotional brutality of being ripped out of the music at that exact second is undescribable. Intellectually I know she was right, because the volume was most likely well into levels that can kill small mammals. But still, that moment totally destroyed my day. I'm downright aggressive now, towards pretty much everything. My replies to people have turned bitter and cynical, and I can't concentrate on my work. And to extend the junkie allegory even further, my dependency on this fix isn't the problem - it's the people that prevent me from getting it. Any fucker who gets between me and my music during the remainder of today is in deep, deep trouble.
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posted by ukiro at 11.1.07
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