The odd thoughts we can have at the strangest of times. Earlier today, walking across campus, and without a prompt from the music of chance (aka Ipod shuffle), this one audio-memo came back to whisper in my ear: what would this song sound like with lyrics attached? What would the words even speak of? A tragic lover caught in a relentless downtown New York crossfire? A hopeful adventurer looking for an escape route amongst the snowy peaks of Iceland? A surreal haunting within an old creaky, spider-filled house in rural France? And, even more specifically, what kind of magical words would be best placed at those wee magical 'lifts' at 59 seconds and at 2 minutes and 37 seconds? Is 'lifts' even a technical term? How could words make those acoustic moments even better? Could they? Well, as we all know, some songs are just better off without words. I think, quite possibly, this is one of them. Anyway, you tend to create your own ryhmes, meanings, beats and constructions, to fill the gaps and spaces, if you really have to. And, fade out; to a repeat.
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Ashbourne's Strongest Man - 'Different people hear different things' (4.05)
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My very favourite label, after Sarah. Please buy their lovely records. Please.
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PS. Just when I thought the stupid, huffy, pedantic signs going up in the kitchen at work could not even even moar tetchy...
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Lovely song - thank you, Colin.
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Isn't it just? I am pretty convinced lyrics would spoil this song (though the title of this post is my imagined first-line of the chorus, obviously).
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