sand is overrated

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Monday, January 28, 2008

sometimes fact, sometimes fiction -- the monitor

knowing when to call it off is always difficult. things never seemed that menacingly wrong, so irreparable that the solution was obvious, and yet there was always one corner that didn't quite fit--a defect in shape that seemed trivial only at first. when the pain became unbearable and i wanted to know what had to be done, i'd always find myself reflecting back on those times spent together that weren't so terrible. those glimmers of hope can blur the line between happy and sad to nearly unrecognizable dimensions, reminding me of the pleasantries on the surface while simultaneously illuminating what was missing underneath. it's called prolonging the misery, with each attempt to make myself feel bad only serving to complicate matters in my own head and heart.

one day in a typical fit of sentimentality i was looking at a picture of a happier time, two smiling faces looking through the screen with seemingly no knowledge of the inner struggle that lay within me both then and now. i was thinking so many thoughts, for so long a period of inactivity, that the monitor i was staring at suddenly turned to black. and what i saw reflected back at me was me, alone. and it was okay. and all of a sudden i knew--i was going to be okay.

tegan and sara : "call if off"
from the lp the con (sire, 2007)
i won't regret saying this
this thing that i'm saying
is it better than keeping my mouth shut
that goes without saying
call, break it off
call, break my own heart
maybe i would have been something you'd be good at
maybe you would have been something i'd be good at
but now we'll never know
i won't be sad
but in case i go there
everyday, to make myself feel bad
there's a chance that i'll start to wonder if this was the thing to do

i won't be out long
but i still think it better if
you take your time coming over here
i think that's for the best
call, break it off
call, break my own heart
maybe i would have been something you'd be good at
maybe you would have been something i'd be good at
but now we'll never know
i won't be sad
but in case i go there
everyday, to make myself feel bad
there's a chance that i'll start to wonder if this was the thing to do
i'll start to wonder if this was the thing to do

Sunday, January 20, 2008

sometimes fact, sometimes fiction -- the clock

something a little bit different for today. one of the reasons why posts around here have gotten so infrequent is my desire to make sand is overrated as personal as possible, and my insistence that as many posts as possible come from my own life and experiences. that becomes a problem because my life is usually, well, just not that interesting, and many times i don't feel comfortable sharing the things that are. as a compromise, i thought it might be interesting to try something else and stimulate some creativity at the same time. music has always been something that i very easily associate experiences and feelings with, and if i have no experiences of my own that relate to those feelings, i can usually imagine ones that do. that is what this is about: sometimes the experiences are my own (fact), sometimes the experiences are from my imagination (fiction)--and no i will not reveal which is which--but there is always a connection between the experience and the song.

there's a clock on the wall of my den where i spend a lot of time in pensive reflection. it's been hanging in the same place for several years now, though the only times i look at it are the times when i don't need to know what time it is. between the four and seven second mark of each minute, the second hand stalls on a gear that must be inadequately greased. a valiant struggle ensues, the second hand ticking forward only to be pulled backward by forces from within. a zero net sum of progress belies the effort expended on both sides, and for several seconds or sometimes several minutes, time fails to advance. inevitably, the second hand prevails and resumes its forward march around the dial, if only for another 53 seconds before it's stopped again. the second hand always wins. you can never really stop the hands of time.

the obvious effect of this continuous struggle is, of course, that this clock that hangs on my wall nearly always displays the incorrect time. so i no longer look to it for temporal guidance. instead, there is a kind of blind optimism that this clock exudes, fighting its fight one minute after another, as if it is positive that the next turn--the next turn will be its turn to win. it is the kind of pollyannaish hope that only those unhardened by cynicism could truly appreciate, and it gives life to dreams that have been long since discarded and deemed impossible. inspiration indeed comes from anywhere you find it. how could i possibly replace a clock so valuable?

eluvium
: "prelude for time feelers"
from the lp copia (temporary residence, 2007) emusic

Saturday, January 12, 2008

all of a sudden i am casually smashed to pieces

another year, another 12 days already passed without a post. i guess the lack of time to put into sand is overrated may never change, and there's not much i can do about it but accept it. but as a final goodbye to last year, here are two albums that just missed my top 10 albums for the year. both are instrumental outfits, one driven by fierce electric guitars and the other gently prodded by mellow acoustic guitars. both are flavors for mood enhancers, one a spicy kick to excite the heart, the other a mild tea to soothe the soul. both are exemplary in their presentation and delivery, one being explosions in the sky, the other being the six parts seven.

explosions in the sky : "the birth and death of the day"
from the lp all of a sudden i miss everyone (temporary residence, 2007) emusic

the six parts seven : "everything wrong is right again"
from the lp casually smashed to pieces (suicide squeeze, 2007) emusic

all songs posted are for evaluation only. if you hear something you like and would like to hear more, please go ahead and support the artists by buying their music--i will always include links for you to do so. copyright holders: if anything on my site needs to be taken down, please email me and it will be removed immediately.

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