You Were Outside Shivering but I Tossed You a Blanket from My Window

Seventh Séance- The Incision
And Also The Trees- Out of The Moving Life of Circles
Felt- Fortune
Revolving Paint Dream- In The Afternoon
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I am really not as dreary as the music I really enjoy sounds. There is something very comforting in songs that sound very hollow and/or bleak. Well to me there is. A comforting shiver...

By the time you get to the end of AATT's self titled debut album you already feel satisfied but this is the clincher and remains one of my favorites. Everything about this song makes me want to sit out in the middle of nowhere at nightime under a moon and stare off into space. I used to stare out windows listening to this and thinking about how I was certainly the only one lost in that moment with this song and if I shot a radar out there I would be able to prove it. I just felt significant in my appreciation of how this song moved me...and then it starts to move you through memories of chapters in a book, watching it like a soap opera, but not in that vein.

I am remiss that I do not have Durutti Column's The Missing Boy loaded in this, for that, and Fortune were complimentary songs if ever there were, by 2 different artists, on two different labels, yet at similar times. This song kills me everytime, but Im warped so that is a good thing. Its simply put a great song, one of those songs that can either be the one you listen to while you are miserable, fetile on your bed, crying...or perhaps, like me, you are sitting in your office in New York City in the Flatiron Building, mid June, drinking some Earl Gray Tea, eating a scone, with a warm breeze coming through your wooden window pane at 9 10 in the morning and watching the windows on the other side of 5th avenue wondering how others are starting their day. It just seems like the way to ease into your day...a prelude of hours to roll along...

Sitting in the corner of your room staring at a diagonal to the door and feeling sorry about something...or were you roaming around the park at night listening to a song about the afternoon...but it has nothing to do with the afternoon because its about the moment past...the moment past and now sour. I can't say that I had this song accessible to me during those bad times, but it does seem to say a few things that one could very well cling to when refusing the truth...My fondness for this is simply the layering and the simplicity of the drum machine...just a ticking with an abrasive slap sounding every now and then like a smack a face. Its so cold but its just about the most perfect thing...sorrow, despair, and abstract swirling about you...Revolving Paint Dream, such a brilliant name.

Which brings us to the first song, at the end of this entry...I like it as a precursor to these tracks...The parallel of the beat and the bassline to the others makes it fit nicely. But of course its the synths that sucker me in...those "Im walking along a street and thinking of you and have made my way to the lake we used to walk to, and as I look into the water I am reminded of your face...the last time I saw your face" synths....you know the kind. I think of this as the sad girl at the prom in the 50s if coldwave existed then...it has that feeling...if Peggy Sue was a goth. Not to cheapen it, but the melodramatics of the vocals can be a bit much at times, however the bucket sound of the drums combined with the bass makes you conjure the tears falling of the darling one...

"im in pain, so much pain, why wont they help me..."

I have regressed into sympathy and sorrow, but these songs do not make me feel sad, they are pleasant in their stillness and to me that is how much of this music is...little vignets of treasures in tunes. Music is very cinematic to me and that is why it means what it does because I am heavily visual and dare I say it, emotional...
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