Just as the mustachioed one eliminated his political demons, I must dismiss my personal demons with the ruthlessness of a chancellor. No, I do not plan to massacre these demons in an attempt to solidify my hold over the Reichswehr. I have more positive aspirations. I want so badly to transcend this culture that I am a product of. I want to be a product of only myself, like a worm that is cut in half. The original worm-self will spawn a new worm-self that is free of want. The two worms will forever be connected in spirit and likeness. Or in my case, in body as well...making me nothing like a worm at all and perhaps disintegrating this entire worm analogy. However, what I am really getting at is that I would like to be one of the earth, of the soil, of what is truly natural. I want to engross myself in the soil and be free of the supposed need to shell out green for green (see: purchasing a trendy eco-friendly lifestyle that has been manufactured in China by mostly unpaid labour).
In Rainbows is incredible. My only criticism is how quickly it ends. It feels short and not in the understandable conceptual way that both Kid A and Amnesiac are. Those two albums need to be short in order for the listener to catch up and fully fathom the transcendent qualities of them. They transcend music itself and establish a new aesthetic that can never be achieved by another. As for In Rainbows, it is a more straightforward album than the two just discussed and could actually use a few more tracks. It goes by rather quickly and leaves your fingernails scratching the tips of your other fingers in a desperate attempt to generate more despite a full realization that scratching anything (especially your fingertips) will not generate music--rather, an obsessive compulsion to scratch the tips of your fingers every moment that your mind, ears, soul are not occupied by the palpable bliss of Radiohead (I must mention that certain scratching [that is, of records] may [according to some] result in actual music, but as far as I am concerned, this dj scratching is actually just an alteration of pre-existing music that was created through something more than scratching).
My first link from the previous post appears to have passed on to the pearly gates. Here is a new one:
Tegan and Sara. What more can I say. For me, I just have to think of, or say aloud (though it would be odd for others to just hear me say "Tegan and Sara" and nothing else, then just sit there and melt in a bubbly serum [not to be confused with my own brand of cervix serum]) their names and instantly the aura surrounding two individuals who are supremely intelligent, morally grounded, whatever the opposite of righteous is, beautiful, humble, whitty, and the best goddamn role models in Canadian music threatens to envelop me and fill my clothing with warm fuzzies that provide both the warmth and comfort you would expect from something called a "warm fuzzy." On top of what incredible people they are, Monday evening at Danforth Music Hall the Quin sisters performed one of the finest musical concerts I have seen. Even the old songs that I do not find particularly striking sounded fantastic. Their on-stage banter and sibling rivalry was entertaining and endearing and made me want to hug my brother all night. To put it plainly, Tegan and Sara Quin are fantastically talented and superior human beings who have my utmost respect.
As you reach the pearly gates of this post, enjoy a fantastic solo performance by Thom Yorke of my favourite song from In Rainbows.
