REFLECTIONS OF I

T H I S W E E K I'm thinking about the beginnings of my musical obsessions, and those things that changed, or had massive impressions upon me that shaped my tastes and fostered my peaked interest.



This was the first Siouxsie and The Banshees album I owned, when I was engulfing myself further into the darker tones of music. I was an insane Cure fanatic and everything that Robert Smith had a part in I had to own. At the tender age of 15 I was well aware of the Banshees, but had owned nothing by them, as I wasn't really collecting music that heavily yet...most of the reason being I really had nothing to ever play it on. All we owned was a stereo, and a record player that really was unreliable...I had a walkman, but as my father took our tape deck with him when he moved out, it became difficult at times to always find things on cassette, for this was the age of the CD's claim to fame...and things were becoming more accessible at stores on CD...finally I had gotten a cd player at Christmas and with whatever money I received as well, purchased the cd's I had been pining away for...
this being one of them.

It was January of 92 in New York, in the Long Island suburb of Huntington, and around I walked listening to this on the tape I dubbed from the CD on my walkman and listening to this album at loud levels at home, and feeling this haunting chill and unexplainable dark decadence that I had never experienced with anything I owned. I would walk around at the night hours listening to this album and become more and more enchanted with it, thinking this was the album that expressed everything about this time of year at this hour...dark and urgent...

Only years later would I read about the fact that this is one of their least favorites, and its one of the most panned of them, but the most popular. I can't resolve this, for it is the only album that contributes more tracks than any other on the greatest hits cd's, ergo, Twice Upon A Time...

It still remains a great album, no longer a favorite, but while listening to it yesterday it brought back all those feelings of roaming around in the cold night times and staring into the sky and wondering about others whom might possibility relate to me and these moments. And wondering "what seething, unsated, and dervish meant," and "what was belladonna," and "why did I always read Preacher as Pre Acher and think what the heck a Pre Acher was...,"
That and having an obsession with the illustration on the cover and tracing it over and over until i got it right...

If you would like to share this memory and have it now to reflect on, well then...
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beneathe the projekt of her 4ad

for many years i was a devotee of the Projekt label and especially its main entity Black Tape For A Blue Girl...and many years of these album covers and the names that appeared as titles and group names...well I think Projekt has every other label beat for highly pretencious titles...however many furnish some great music--ie: Loveliescrushing, Love Spirals Downwards, Soul Whirling Somehere, Love Is Colder Than Death...Especially LSD, my favorite of all Projekt bands...

It is with an essence of respect that i think of the sepia and color washed images of womens faces, either in goth cleopatra eyegear (ie: many a compilation cover) and these overly indulged long names that I found a knack for the mimicry of title creating...
So here lies some in the moment examples of my homage to the label and its genre

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Her Multifoiled Calvalcades of Ethereal Splendour
Some Pale Misfortuned Stoic Grace Does The Beauty Shine
Within the Grey Tales of Dazzling Watercolour
Shimmers Beyond The Troubled Path
Soft Spoken Only Next to Silent Misfortune
Her Breath Upon The Secret Snow (<-- now thats a band name if ever there was!)
Falter Forward Upon My Cold Darling
My Garden of Encrusted Memories Dies Pale
(these would all make great song titles! tell your friends!)
Shared Moments of Memories Gleam
Shards Upon the Daunting Past
The Gray Hours Unto These Places Between Us
Blind Within the Dusk House Lies
From the Pale Walls Her White Hand Fell
(great opening lines for any poem!)
Your Empty Silver Meadow Calls Upon This Pallid Lake
(great for pick up lines too!)
Closets Unlock This Below Mournful Grace
These Shimmering Windows From Whence They Mourn

It's almost to the point that I can't keep myself contained...
So perhaps one day I shall saddle up upon ye keyboard of design things and bring one of these to fruition with trademark cover...

Did they heist a Liz Frasier photo from the Bluebeard years on that one above? haa!

Once again these are quite a gross exaggeration, but fun in the spirit...

Its something I used to do with friends and I would usually win because I seem to be able to keep coming up with more and more of them...is it more pathetic that i won or the methods as to how i won...
?


(you just put your poetic hat with feather on and think of
the most ridiculous things that no romance poet ever did...
or just aspire to the grace of Baudelaire...)

From and Towards

Colin Newman-Image
Dirty Rosanne-Nebulous Canaan
Pieter Nooten+Michael Brook-Searching
Weimar Gesang-
Mittageisen-Danach
[OFFLINE]
Progression.
Movement.
Stored memories that seem to have changed.
A new glance to a new view.
A familiar presence.
Novelty.

In thinking about one shift to the other and how we move about and start from one end to another in hopes of things being better. A hope for something that will be great. Your old eyes seeing the possibilities of new ways.

The sadness shifts, even though it will never be forgotten. It shouldn't be.
We look ahead as the clouds roll and the breeze comforts.

But Never When It Rains

Oh Mr I.A....



Time For the Weekend...
is it not...

Out of Mind...

Its Sinead...with a splash of candles and a horse, huh?

I just found myself in the mood for a Sinead video, and Im not really sure how listening to Weimar Gesang did that, but it did. And then I was reminded about this song which I no longer have, because I sold the album, and I always thought this was the best song on the album and it was one of the best songs that I felt she had between the first two albums.

This is the first time I have seen a video to this, and I have to say that I dont really care for it and I find it actually very dated looking, but I can recall many videos looking like this...The sad thing, is that I think the video to "Nothing Compares 2 U" would have been the perfect video for this song, because its very bare and I think this song is more bare than the other.

Regardless, I think this song is beautiful and it evokes a very stillness, which is poignant for this moment...

A R KANE

[tracks]
A R Kane-Lollita
A R Kane- So Far Away
M|A|R|R|S- Anitina
[offline]

All things that I revel in musically are in this song, save for the one major factor of a kickin bassline. But I have a huge weakness for really fragile delicate, frozen in the movement of its own composition type songs. One's that seem to be almost of another era in feeling, and by that, they conjure up nothing that feels like that which is around you. Lollita is one of my all time favorite songs, ever! An awesome find for this ep I bought in LA many years back for 3$ in the bargain bin at Vinyl Fetish. From the first time I listened to it, it grabbed my most haunted essence and I was completely mesmerized by it. The dynamic of the dueling entities both fragile and cherished and captivated....pushed to loud and abrasive....then back to fragile....extreme movement in tone that push and pull at each other and balance out so perfectly that you dont even see it as a balance but as a perfect compliment that keeps contradicting. DO you know what I mean? Well I do. Frozen ice. Scorching sun, but its like being hot and lying on a cold duvet...both things against but work with.

A person who roams about and just peers through the spaces left by buildings that sit side by side. Head down and thinking about it. Roaming the streets by yourself. Sitting by yourself by the streetside and watching the people and other histories pass. Watching moments form for others, and having those outside elements reflect your inside yesterdays. You seem so far away but the moments are fragments that are broken because they no longer exist but still mirror within an ebb and flow, gracing the eyes always when they are recalled to the memory.

I hate Colourbox. We all usually know why that phrase exists, do I have to even say why? But, with having a fondness for the A side of this MARRS 12" I never bothered to like it so much to buying it for I figured it wasn't worth it. I had the chance to hear the flip side numerous times but never did. And then I had my ass kicked with it about a few months ago one day in January and I'll never be the same...

This song kicks ass, and as a certain someone said, "I love, love...this song." I have to say that I have to agree...and now I own the said 12", but the one with the shorter version...but i have this long version now two places, so as long as I have it, that's all that matters. I can't say that I can put a visual with it, but it makes me feel damn good whenever I hear it. The fall out when all the guitars do this layering action, holy, it sends me...I blast that part because its gorgeous!
wait for it at the 5:41 and blast it.

The song is just beyond words to me, and such moments of discovering things that hit you in this way make musical discovery worth it every time!

(more to come on that last thought*)

ITN

the sad thing is the drums are fairly lost, save for the snare...but the bass drops out pretty much...its one of my most fond of ITN's early work, and at that, their early work is the work i prefer the most. i have thoughts roaming around listening to this, and just really liking the drumming, but as always thinking of how much it sounds like a militant spin number by joy division...

i do wish their was not this imagery to this song...its so cliché...but it is fitting to the song...

im basically posting this because i was a bit surprised to find it...so in case i forget about, i know where to find it.

another thought, another band i need to have full recordings of the early stuff...i only have that darned compilation. ah well....