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The title of a song I would send to you all.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
i know this place
I had been trying to think of ideas for my first art project. I was sitting in the caf, listening to my music and reading some oscar wilde. I tilted my head back to finish off my water, draining the bottle. A song that I had never heard before was beginning. I filled my mouth with the water. For perhaps the first time I noticed that my mouth wasn’t in fact full of water, but that there was air in my throat pushing the water forward, protecting my windpipe. My body was keeping me from breathing the water. “This is the moment” the song said. And at once an image, an idea rushed to me. I saw a person under water, someone who had been struggling from the bottom to reach the surface. But it was unattainable. Rather than flailing about in a mad attempt, the person looked up, I saw through their eyes, at the light playing on the water of the surface. It was so beautiful, they could almost feel the warmth. They forced the air out and at once accepted the water into their throat. There was something magical about that sort of surrender.
I’m becoming an indie music kid. It’s not so much that I despise mainstream music, or that I like the idea of being unique, but rather that I’m discovering that there is a different noise, a sound which really suits me, that perhaps I haven’t found yet. In listening to some of this music I feel that I am sort of rediscovering childhood. Some of the tunes evoke a sort of feeling of… summer, the sun through the leaves, hidden brooks you wade in looking at fish, the pleasure of a wind blowing across a field while you’re resting after just having taken a long walk through the woods and climbed a tree. It’s extremely satisfying.
I’ve been having lots of flying dreams lately, I wonder what they mean.
How are all of you?
I had been trying to think of ideas for my first art project. I was sitting in the caf, listening to my music and reading some oscar wilde. I tilted my head back to finish off my water, draining the bottle. A song that I had never heard before was beginning. I filled my mouth with the water. For perhaps the first time I noticed that my mouth wasn’t in fact full of water, but that there was air in my throat pushing the water forward, protecting my windpipe. My body was keeping me from breathing the water. “This is the moment” the song said. And at once an image, an idea rushed to me. I saw a person under water, someone who had been struggling from the bottom to reach the surface. But it was unattainable. Rather than flailing about in a mad attempt, the person looked up, I saw through their eyes, at the light playing on the water of the surface. It was so beautiful, they could almost feel the warmth. They forced the air out and at once accepted the water into their throat. There was something magical about that sort of surrender.
I’m becoming an indie music kid. It’s not so much that I despise mainstream music, or that I like the idea of being unique, but rather that I’m discovering that there is a different noise, a sound which really suits me, that perhaps I haven’t found yet. In listening to some of this music I feel that I am sort of rediscovering childhood. Some of the tunes evoke a sort of feeling of… summer, the sun through the leaves, hidden brooks you wade in looking at fish, the pleasure of a wind blowing across a field while you’re resting after just having taken a long walk through the woods and climbed a tree. It’s extremely satisfying.
I’ve been having lots of flying dreams lately, I wonder what they mean.
How are all of you?
