and then there's this tension between
the sad little day-to-day and the thing that made you feel sad about
it
and that's when Immortal Memory busts out the pipe organ
and goes all transcendant
and that's when I stop wanting to write anything at all about it, in
all seriousness & really-truly: just now I had to turn the music
off just to write this sentence. because while i have always deplored
the sorts of people who are always bustin' out with the "oh writing
about music, what a waste, you have to feel the music" and
so on and so forth as though feeling were somehow wordless (it's not)
or words were the enemies of emotions (they're not) or there were some
uncrossable divide between thinking and feeling (there isn't): while
I have, i say, and behold mine sentences have gone and gotten long
again, while i have always been a person who had no patience for such
don't-articulate-your-feeling-about-the-thing-that-moved-you stance,
yet do i feel muted by something as willfully, guilelessly, honestly lofty
as Immortal Memory. it's new age music; it may not like being
that, but it is. it's also unbelievably fucking fantastic.
that's what I can tell you about it. I missed you people! I'll
see you next week. |