Somewhere

Dark Day- Laughing Up Your Sleeve
The Modern Art- Diversion
SigloXX- In The Garden
Néva- Valse
Trisomie 21- Il Se Noie
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THE FIRST INSTALLMENT
Elsewhere
Im reminded of those visuals found within the beginnings of shows such as Dr Who, something spiraling going towards something else. It should have been perhaps the far better version of an episode of Buck Rogers....something that visually seduces you into that perfect world of the perplexed...the sounds that make you furrow your brow while staring up into space or an evening sky and feeling mystical but utterly lost and confused in the best way possible.

A sense of alienation from everything else around you...

Perhaps there is no one else around and you are watching everyone else like those early 80 late 70s post psychedelia late night movies where the people have no eyes or people are lost in abandoned warehouses filled with statues and awkward metal objects that look like they are from bomb shelters.

Is that a keyboard player I see in the distance?

Perhaps it is you in this shelter like place of abandoned days...There is sadness and little faith that you can leave and all is existing around you in a slightly purgatorious state...through stained windows of yellow and gray...its your new place of existence. A little world of oddity...

Remnants of yesteryear.

Thoughts of something delicate and lovely but tragically distraught and wanted for the wrong thing...you lie down on the floor and close your eyes from this sullen warehouse place and drift off into a nicer place in daydreams...but your thoughts too dark your visions are of night time in these nicer places...the things around you are cold and stale, but very alive with every sense, so much so you could smell your thoughts...

Oh the sense of being lost in the head of confusion and the spectacle of forced alientation from the reality around you. Neither within the true reality or outside the abnormal...

a continual stroll outside in evening hours that finds you back where you started but still many miles away inside...

[these thoughts are not to always make sense...i simply write as i listen...fragments moreso]

(player omitted 05/29/07)