What's getting me through this? The National. Billy Bragg. Belly. Something about the sonics of some records where there's loud, loud heavy drumming and delicate playing and instruments. Some kind of coronet and violin over a really pounding beat that starts The Geese Of Beverly Road by the National. It's a definite allusion to how life feels. It always goes on, it's unapologetic and hard to ignore, but laid over it is this kind of connectedness and beauty that makes it easier to bear. Safari by the Breeders too. It's loud and pounding, but on a dime it becomes a pop song about being lost and how to cope. Then it ends in blissful raging feedback, the kind of sound that makes Belly a staple of my playlists these days.
This kind of heartache is like being visited by my old self. The hopeless romantic with a doomed sense of being. The flawed and cracked glass that seems to inform my outlook as much as it influences what people see about me.
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