New Particles hand-snatched from the tube of the Large Genre Collider for the week ending 2018-09-14. This is what I am listening to in the universe where I have time to listen to all of this and still everything else.
||Art In America
||"Goodbye My Love - Mind's Eye - Peace of Mind"
||I go through hundreds of new releases every Friday, and it's an unfortunate truth of the state of music metadata as of 2018 that in doing so I pretty much invariably find some confusion of bands with the same names. So I'm used to the emotional spike of thinking for a brief moment that there might be new music by some long-gone much-loved band, but of course no, they're gone and nobody remembers them but you. Except every once in a while, it's actually true. Art in America made one album in 1983, and I bought it because the cover looked like a Yes record and the back credits said they had a harp player. These were bad reasons. At that age I usually only bought things I could hear first on the radio. Did Art in America ever get played on the radio? Not where I lived. But 35 years later, here is their second album. They still play bounding, yearning prog-pop with occasional harps, like a cross between Marillion and Let's Active. This felt like a peculiarly specific appeal to me in 1983, and maybe feels even more so now. But if all the briefly-existing bands I loved as a teenager re-form, that will be awesome and heartbreakingly wonderful, and as good an argument as any for not dying.|
||And what is a song, by definition, if not an argument for not dying?|
||I miss Scott Hutchinson and Scott Miller and Stuart Adamson. I miss my friend Art.|
||They made decisions I disagree with, which would be fine if they weren't irrevocable.|
||"Edge of Your Sword"
||All I really ask is that you not give up on everybody by giving up on yourself.|
||I mean, that's not true, it's not all I ask,|
||but if it were all I could ask,|
||"Get What You Give"
||I could make it be enough.|
||It hurts to be young. It hurts to be old. All these things hurt.|
||"A Pill to Crush"
||None of this is supposed to be painless.|
||"Awake All Night"
||Ariel Beesley 6
||I take a deep breath every time I manage to dance without injuring myself,|
||every time someone has the courage to say something both true and new,|
||every time someone holds an opportunity for cynical nihilism in their hand|
||"Anthem for the Anthropocene"
||and chooses, instead of inflicting it on the world, to give it an endearing name and a creation myth and keep it as a pet and a warning.|
||"A Drowning Voice"
||We are imperfect,|
||"What Is Anything"
||but we can be the elegant museums of our weakest inclinations.|
||"Rome (Always In the Dark)"
||We are assemblies of mistakes survived and avoided,|
||My Mind Makes Noises
||covered in skin, shimmering with glitter,|
||Sum of All Your Parts
||"Before Me (Over)"
||I miss people I only knew in 1983, too.|
||"It's Just the Start"
||Forgetting is strong, but remembering is stronger.|
||"Human Highlight Reel"
||Joy is remembering new things,|
||or the temporal defiance of believing you will remember a thing you are only now hearing.|
||The Joy Formidable
||"The Better Me"
||Pleasure is "this feels good now";|
||She Makes War
||joy is "this will feel good forever"|
||Against The Current
||Personal / Almost Forgot / Strangers Again 3
||and "immortality is implicit in this",|
||"Bringing It Up"
||like harmony implies accord|
||Up from Here
||Words Left Unsaid
||and choruses promise that good things stubbornly recur.|
||"Take a Second"
||I don't believe in an afterlife,|
||and I do believe in music,|
||"War Bond - Pax West 2018 Edit"
||Industries of Titan: Pax West EP 4
||and thus musician suicides claw at my moral universe,|
||and at the same time also partially explain themselves.|
||"Taking Back Nassau"
||Hymn of the High Seas, Vol. 1
||Our deaths are comprehensible only because the music remains.|
||"Believe in Myself"
||Eternal afterlife as a reward or punishment for the conduct of a brief mortality is philosophically idiotic and vastly cruel,|
||Tonight / Taking you out 4
||but visiting this world to impart inertiae,|
||that I can understand.|
||ROOKiEZ is PUNK'D
||The Sun Also Rises
||Life is short, and the planet isn't going to spin itself.|
||We keep it spinning by singing and dancing.|
||You can doubt this, if you want, but|
||A Storm of Light
||when will you ever get a chance to evaluate your alternative theories?|
||Ally the Fiddle
||We are the creatures who won't shut up, and we're all over this thing.|
||"Ghosts On The Stereo"
||We die and we still don't shut up.|
||Sleep takes us, and somebody on the other side of the world awakens aloud.|
||35 years later, a song can resume.|
||This is why love always wins:|
||"Build the Love"
||it just never gives up.|
||Can you live for Swedish power-metal for four minutes?|
||"Vidas de Santos"
||Will you fall in love in Spanish hospital corridors?|
||Spanish Celtic? I live in Boston, I can't really complain about this.|
||There isn't that much ocean between Galway and Graceland and Ceuta and St. John.|
||"The Human Race Extinction"
||The Human Race Extinction
||Emigrating won't be easy, but the vikings sailed to lands they couldn't even see.|
||"Living The Dream"
||Living The Dream
||We have Mars in our telescopes,|
||The sea is quiet; we have headphones.|
||Emma Ruth Rundle
||On Dark Horses
||We have songs about the meanings of things that could all be obliterated in an instant.|
||Crippled Black Phoenix
||"Rain Black, Reign Heavy"
||This is why love always wins.|
||She Drew The Gun
||It never gives up.|
||Maybe the planet thinks it could spin without us,|
||but send a drone back from a light-year out,|
||and you'll find it blasting whatever speakers we left.|
||"You Can't Reach Me"
||The trees have been listening all along,|
||"Existence II: Collision"
||and the winds only howl to be heard.|
||We were the creatures whose worst songs were wonderful,|
||"Fire Which Burns Us All"
||and the rocks we leave behind will be the rocks that finally learned to sing,|
||and thus don't need our pity.|
||Me Not You
||Can you live for New York electropop for three minutes exactly?|
||"Control and Fire"
||Don't give up yet, I want you to hear this. It's a little long,|
||"Sum of Parts"
||You Are Creating: Limb1
||and then there's this one that sounds like college a cappella graduates deciding to form a new Muse.|
||"Looking Back I Was Never Ever Right"
||Field of Burning Flowers
||We have satellites and synthesizers|
||"Leave It Alone"
||like we once had longboats and lutes.|
||We have songs about small towns and we send them around the world in wires and waves.|
||The Cerny Brothers
||"Days of Thunder"
||We have machines that only know math and emptiness,|
||"Don't Sleep on My Luv"
||and we make them tell our stories of dreaming and overflowing.|
||We have Hungarian piano-pop|
||and Austrian bellows|
||and the ability to flutter amongst architecture.|
||"Un soir de neige, FP 126: No. 2, La bonne neige"
||Only the most naive god would look at our churches and say "Oh yes, this is definitely all for Me."|
||"Two Balloons, Pt. 4"
||"The players look euphoric, they must be channeling My Love."|
||We are not dancing for you.|
||Rave The Reqviem
||"Are Yov Happy Now, Fidelio?"
||A narcisist hears all anthems as rebellion,|
||The Black Queen
||"Thrown into the Dark"
||and isn't wrong.|
||The superstitious correctly recognize the inherent antagonism of rationality and numbers,|
||but misunderstand ignorance as escape.|
||You can't get off this Earth by digging holes or trenches or building walls.|
||"Funkstille - Akustik Version"
||Your armies of silence surrender at every single opportunity,|
||and even now are plotting your demise|
||"Hell of a Party"
||as a musical in which you'll be the irredeemable villain. You'll still get two good songs,|
||"Walls of the Universe"
||but they'll come in the middle, and nobody will sing along.|
||And Then She Came
||"Perfect as You Are"
||You thought you won when you taught us your name,|
||but you forget that we will always hear it in your braying voice, and ourselves in our own.|
||Yumi And The Weather
||Yumi And The Weather
||You have your cargo-cult triumphalist branding, but we have everything else,|
||everything that made you|
||"Still Between Lovers"
||and will take apart and reuse your miserable palaces.|
||Our apocalypses are poems and legends,|
||Marina and the Diamonds
||"I Am Not A Robot - Clock Opera Remix"
||yours are just guys in the hallway telling you it's time to leave now.|
||The Russians love their children, but their children have satellites and synthesizers, too.|
||"6teen Theme Song"
||This song, and this song, and this one, and all of them and all of us: we are why love always wins.|