It makes me think of suicide (not to say it makes me suicidal). Kind of bleak and spare and lonely and despairing.
It's snowing.
Friday, November 10, 2006
She Has No Time
I've been obsessing about Keane's She Has No Time. Something about the long-line slowness of it, the way Tom Chaplin slips seamlessly in and out of falsetto, the almost Philip Glass repetitiveness, obsessiveness almost, of the arpeggiated electric piano.
It makes me think of suicide (not to say it makes me suicidal). Kind of bleak and spare and lonely and despairing.
It's snowing.
It makes me think of suicide (not to say it makes me suicidal). Kind of bleak and spare and lonely and despairing.
It's snowing.
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I thought I would never say this, but I am jealous of the snow. It has been threatening to snow here for weeks, but nothing.
I would love to have the snow to go with this bitter cold. I think I want to learn to cross country ski this winter.
Keane always reminded me of my divorce, what with the bleak vocals and the big hit song coming out right about the time all the paperwork did, too ... but you're right, it's beautiful stuff. All hail the effects the grim British winters can have on pop music!
I am completely jealous of the snow.
It was 80 here two days ago, but today it's only supposed to get up to 50, I think.
But it rarely gets down to 32 and stays there.
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