The Mystical Magic of Music
Last night I had one of those moments when it all falls into place. When it is all worth the everyday struggle. Those moments come more and more seldom nowadays.
Erik has been nagging for days about the new Mars Volta album, and finally he got his thumb out his arse and sent it to me. I smacked my pod up and took a dogwalk. It was midnight and full moon. A few degrees below zero and some snow on the ground. Headed towards the big old graveyard, it is locked during night (to keep zombies in or knackers out?), but I know two places where you could sneak in and out. So, that is what I did. In to the huge graveyard, it takes at least 20 minutes just to cross it, dark as a butchers arse, only lit up by the moon reflecting the snow on the ground. If I didn´t have the big bastard dog with me, I wouldn ´t be in there.
Anyway, in my headphones the new Mars Volta album, Frances the mute, and it was so fucking brilliant. Rock Opera? Bombastic to the max. I was filled with the walls of sound they delivered. Erik told me it´s released as a triple vinyl. They shouldn´t go for less. I bought the last album the other day, De-comatosed, and it comes as a gatefold double vinyl with silver discs with out centerstickers, really - really - really nice.
I strolled around in the "empty" graveyard for a short hour, before it got to cold. Zombies let me be, I didn´t disturb them either. Frances the Mute, Warmly recomended.
The Mars Volta
What else is new? Not much I´m afraid. Preparing for a weekend in the woods with Haddokk.
Erik has been nagging for days about the new Mars Volta album, and finally he got his thumb out his arse and sent it to me. I smacked my pod up and took a dogwalk. It was midnight and full moon. A few degrees below zero and some snow on the ground. Headed towards the big old graveyard, it is locked during night (to keep zombies in or knackers out?), but I know two places where you could sneak in and out. So, that is what I did. In to the huge graveyard, it takes at least 20 minutes just to cross it, dark as a butchers arse, only lit up by the moon reflecting the snow on the ground. If I didn´t have the big bastard dog with me, I wouldn ´t be in there.
Anyway, in my headphones the new Mars Volta album, Frances the mute, and it was so fucking brilliant. Rock Opera? Bombastic to the max. I was filled with the walls of sound they delivered. Erik told me it´s released as a triple vinyl. They shouldn´t go for less. I bought the last album the other day, De-comatosed, and it comes as a gatefold double vinyl with silver discs with out centerstickers, really - really - really nice.
I strolled around in the "empty" graveyard for a short hour, before it got to cold. Zombies let me be, I didn´t disturb them either. Frances the Mute, Warmly recomended.
The Mars Volta
What else is new? Not much I´m afraid. Preparing for a weekend in the woods with Haddokk.
2 Comments:
Fascinating.
I got the new MV album too (also courtesy of the man we call "Erik") and have been waiting for the right moment to sit back with that bad boy CD on the headphones. I have been saving it, now I got more ganas than ever.
Watch out in the graveyeard at night, Tommy. Beast dog or no beast dog. Strange things happen in graveyards at night. Everyone knows that. Ask Steve.
Steve? Was that you? I thought i recognized that white behind running away in the dark....
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