Straight back on it, no time to waste! George here, good to be back, I love this head-space, and my Brother and all the folks who have worked it out.
Music-writing is always a memory and that gets me thinking about time. Music is a catalyst to mental activity, no doubt. The song that got me opened its mouth and reverted me to the top of a big blue-green bar, with my eyes swilling on a surging drink. And as you slide down its refraining pitches of word, spoken lyric bobbles about Jesus holding the universe inside his wife’s purse. These bobbles and wavers, tensed chorded hands, some swinging hammocks etched on my knuckles, the valleys of my pink palms. The song rhythms smooth and bluely like that river, and that pink sun, those trees with their waving arms and those things hanging between them, holding people. Porches they’re called, this song’s off Slow Dance in the Cosmos. I could beat these beats in the air so badly with my mouth wide open; if only I could mimic the sense of song it gets in me. Then, maybe I could make you do with a reason to press play and to plunder it all like I did when Alex posted this on my news feed during the chasm of window that divides now-blog and then-blog. The plunder was paid in currency: I straightaway bought the album on iTunes for not much, that doesn’t happen at all often.
Porches – Jesus Universe
It’s so true, thanks Alex for sharing. Following from all this, the blog break, the sharing, the song above, the music; there’s no better way of describing the difference between TIME ONE and TIME TWO THOUGHTS LATER than as a ‘chasm’. A cliff-hugging, head-hollowing and ineffable Chasm of time. Don’t ever let that be a cliché. It feels good to use the vocative case again, and to have its voice on this blog. But, that voice has two thoughts wedged between its chord, and it has a constant-realising, ever-becoming, unimaginably new direction. The blog-break had me listening intently to music, and I would scroll through this blog often, without any urgency of time, more than a few sleepless encounters, an unrhythmic flickering of 4am lamplights through the bedroom window, as my eyes dart to discover how exactly everything developed the way it did. That’s only after I checked my news feed; Friends share the best music – their sleepless nights somewhere SoundClouded, or daydreamed in the afternoon and drove them to the point of just wanting to share the song, a poem for a song politely paraded on a caring status, even perhaps that popular song made of glue and glitter made gladdening in a great big-budget, big-hearted music video. We’re all inter-connected and something has to be made of that; I think that’s the something to be said of the Second Thought that makes the chasm of time between now-blog and then-blog.
Porches – Leather
Because, two thoughts later, and there’s this year-later song, year-later EP, Ronald Paris by Porches, this month just been. And it transposes my mind beyond, far away from the hi-fi of the aforementioned Slow Dance in the Cosmos, towards this bedroom, and there’s a girl singing on it too, and that works really well, the river riding is no longer the unchanging convicted drums, now it’s a drumless scheme of relatively low frequency chords, a tear swimming-slowly in the back from first, to fourths and fifths, over and again, the voice falls on words of tittle-tattle tragedy that seem made for it all along, similar to Slow Dance but entirely and categorically different. The song above is the first of a three track EP that you can bandcamp at NAME YOUR PRICE.