"crazedclay: SBC murderer" (crazedclay)
01/11/2014 at 22:54 • Filed to: Music
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"crazedclay: SBC murderer" (crazedclay)
01/11/2014 at 22:54 • Filed to: Music | 0
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#the late edition, because life.
Also, the sick edition, because I'm tired as hell and won't be writing with the usual flair.
Anyhow.
They say you gotta love the one your with, for better or worse.
As a car guy who buys and sells on a whim, on an impulse, and on an urge, this advice sits on my fence and leaves no shortage of cognitive dissonance in it's wake.
But, I think I see the point.
My car is in for service this weekend, and I'm in a shiny new loaner. And, oddly, even though when I first bought my car, I had the urge to flee even though it was everything I wanted. And now that it's gone for the weekend, I kind of really want it back. Commitment issues? Possibly. Which is probably why my dating history is just as broad and varied as my auto purchases.
But strange things happen.
You do learn to find comfort with the one you are with. Even if it is just because of the familiar song her engine sings. Or the way the blinker goes *Snick* *snick* *snick* in just the right way. Maybe it's the feel of her leather steering wheel. Whatever the case, this player has slowly had his edges ground off, and he seems to be learning to settle down, and love the one he's with.
And when he loses his automotive love, or it goes away to the dealership for a while, you would think he would be enthralled with the prospect of hooning something new for a few days. But he misses his blindspot detection and his power windows and door locks. And he realizes he is more an adult, and committed than he thought he would ever be to just one set of wheels.
So the theme this week is romance. Or longing. Or finding comfort in what you never thought you would be so dependant on. Speaking on matters of the heart. Take it as you will.
Basically, again, loving the one you are with, and not being so quick to run.
This first track, on this theme, is from a group who hails from Canada's right mitten (who is often separated from the rest of the wardrobe but always finds a way to survive and get found at just the right time), Newfoundland. Their name is The Once, which in mittspeak means "Imminently".
Newfoundland, by the way, has the most beautiful singers. As others have commented, a lot of singers from wherever in the world lose their accent when they step up to the mic. Not Newfies. Not a single one of them. They use that accent and it brings it all home in something really swell. Their website is here, and I suggest having a look if you liked this one. !!!error: Indecipherable SUB-paragraph formatting!!!
When I first heard this track, it immediately evoked a sense that I was supposed to be with someone, and that this lament was meant for lovers. It is as much storytelling as song. And as I look at the base model loaner Jeep Compass in my driveway, I really miss my mainstay. Even if we aren't perfect for each other, we sure get along.
To drive this point home. This... longing. This need for familiarity. It seems to be universal. Sometimes language fails, and the heart steps in to interpret what really can't be signified with silly concepts like language or recognized speech in your native tongue. You look at what you have, or what you used to have, and you just know.
To that point, let's cross the Atlantic altogether.
Swietliki is a group from Poland who formed in 1992, and have had the same core group of members since then, less the addition of a viola section and some extra keyboards in 2012. Their latest album came out in 2013. For a small group performing in a non dominant language to rock six studio albums and close to 200 concerts in a very likely tight geographic area? Good show guys, really good show. For more info, !!!error: Indecipherable SUB-paragraph formatting!!!
The reason you are going to hear this group tonight is that very likely, like me, you don't speak much polish or any at all. But if you listen to this track, you'll get just about every word and read the emotion within the lyrics without having to bust out some rosetta stone. You just know that someone is longed after, terribly missed, and the subject of cherished memory.
The point of this is that there is language (words and thoughts elocuted in a logical arrangement and existing within a grammatical framework) and then there is Language. Language, largely, is a broader interpretation of communication taken holistically and something that draws in the intangible ways in which we communicate. A look. A comfortable silence. Little motions. Things that let us know we are acknowledged as mattering to someone. And when someone talks to you with Language, it doesn't much matter if you understand what they are saying so much as it matters what they mean by saying it.
Going back to loving the one you are with, I think this group, who have a pretty solid creative interplay, are the best of friends, and have been together that long. Which takes some hardcore between the lines Language and understanding.
So yeah, Swietliki, take it away.
Keeping with that theme, this!
(as this point, writing is dying. Three back to back 16 hour shifts are starting to chew on my intellect rather severely. Promise I will do better next time, and start writing before saturday at nine local time)
Thieves like us are a group that I really don't know how to describe. They have a really interesting new wave sound that for some reason edits REALLY well with obscure and racy art films from Scandinavian Europe. !!!error: Indecipherable SUB-paragraph formatting!!! if you want to go deeper down the rabbit hole.
I like them enough to do a double header tonight. This also saves me from doing more research.
This first track is called Headlong into Night. And. It is something different. It handles the concept of all the damage that can be done by becoming irrational and fleeing instead of, well, loving the one you are with for a flavour of the minute.
The second track, the closer, is called Shyness. And fittingly, it speaks to maybe finding exactly what you need in what you already have, despite tribulations and headaches, the vagaries of young love, and our forcefully overriding internal dualities respective to needing something new and coming home to what you have loved all along.
I really want my goddamn Dart back.
Midnight (disc) Drive will probably be a semi-regular feature here. Highlighting tracks that I found enjoyable. Dishing a bit of philosophy from the church of conspicuous consumption, at a pulpit made sacred by Our Lady of Internal combustion.
(Except this week I pretty much suck at the writing and cohesive thought thing)