Saved
...Yes, that feels about right.
Relieved in sorrow. Cloaked in appreciation.
...is how I am.
Bloom.
Yes! One of the top three anticipated albums of the year, for me, arrived in the mail today. Neal got wet in the rain ... my poor mailman.
The album is enchanted with ten tracks. I won't for the life of me make myself appear as a fool!
I will not at this time analyze each track.
(I do, however, recommend you starting with the first track of the album --
MYTH)
But what I will do, kitten, is tell ya how it must be done! You gently cradle this pure miracle (what we call: art. In this case: music) and take it in your room. You shut your mouth, you humble yourself, and you sit. You sit and listen and experience art ... not a filler. Someone is willingly revealing their entire being to you, so that you may, in turn, also feel just as they. It should be treated that way. And so I did just that. In my room...
candle
soul
fear
void
hope
The band is Beach House.
..................hallowed be Thy name
The album is black with white raised dots. They please all the senses, ya know. Everything about them is expression and experience. And I'm so glad that they do and are. The black and white makes "sense" to me in this time of my life -- utter contrast between everything that I am and that we are. So much of me is in the light, so much of me is in the dark. This correlates with me.
Here my personal copy lies atop my lace----
I had the pleasure, privilege, and humility to attend one of their first shows back in the scene. They played at the Jefferson Theater in Charlottesville, Virginia on May 5th. When they came to the stage, it was so bizarre.
They walked amongst us.
They got everything right about the show. I cried, was breathless, and responded to the end of each song with,
"Oh my god..."
Their faces were never really shown. There were a lot of intentional shadows with shapes, shades and a lot to look at just in its own simplicity.
I have been to many a' show -- for I am a Scruff -- and can say with confidence they stand out in an unearthly way.
I am not convinced they are from here.
And meeting them was everything I would have guessed ... that they are actually just that -- something that cannot be "guessed". "Predicted".
They were absolutely them and absolutely beyond.
Forever in me.
