||As a kid I would flip over LPs in the store, looking to see if the credits mentioned synthesizers.|
||"Out Of My Head"
||You can, of course, play honky-tonk on a DX7.|
||You can make cities without metal or glass,|
||"Army of the Night"
||The Sacrament of Sin (Deluxe Version)
||or see a coastline as fractalless imprecision.|
||Beyond The Black
||You can cover patterns with love,|
||"Through The Eyes Of The Killer - Towering Over You"
||To Kill To Live To Kill
||or love with patterns,|
||or everything with mud and fear and computational uncertainty.|
||"God = Dog"
||You can think of poetry as a separate enterprise from numbers,|
||like you can contemplate an ethereal afterlife,|
||if you can contemplate an afterlife as something other than metaphor.|
||"In Eis und Nacht"
||Unless you can't, like I cannot.|
||I am an involuntary disciple of awe and math,|
||A R I Z O N A
||"What She Wants"
||What She Wants +2
||of quantification as a tactic for holism instead of reduction,|
||"Kids in America"
||of life as the stubborn inexplicable superimposition of will, or its convincing illusion, over physics or our approximations of it.|
||The Blue Hour
||All music, by moving the air in harmonic patterns, participates physically in this implausible mythology,|
||"Siapa Bilang Gak Bisa"
||in the same sense that the medium is always partly the message,|
||but if you say enough different things in the same format,|
||eventually the format cancels itself out.|
||I've listened to all these songs this week.|
||AS IT IS
||"The Fire, The Dark"
||I've listened to the whole list maybe more times than usual, even,|
||but only impatiently, as a journey back to the beginning,|
||The Love Language
||as if I must earn the right, every few hours,|
||Tides Of Man
||to drop back into a desperate, ecstatic alternation between Robyn and CHVRCHES again,|
||and again, and again.|
||"Over and Over"
||I don't, by any measure, only like music in which heartbreaking human frailty flows over relentless arithmetic substrates like scarred but glowing android skin,|
||but oh my god.|
||Miracle Of Sound
||"Ode to Fury"
||Robyn made "Call Your Girlfriend" and "Dancing on My Own" and "Get Myself Together", which is as good a trio of pop songs as anybody's ever, I think,|
||and it's too soon to say for sure whether "Missing U" really makes it four, in my head or heart,|
||"Come Fly With Me"
||but it's as illustrative an example as we're going to find for a thing music can do to me,|
||Mrs. GREEN APPLE
||framing love as goal and the universe as method,|
||so that pi and clockwork and octaves are both obviations of the need for theology|
||and at the same time a kind of rueful meta-theology of their own.|
||Each lone, meticulous, mechanical pulse is a self-contained allegory of every idealized heartbeat,|
||and the stars sparkle overhead in Fibonacci reveries,|
||and constellations of argpeggio and metronomicons.|
||And her voice is small and vast, and haunted and a tautology of transcendence,|
||and these things combine, intractable against ineffable,|
||to sound like what it feels like to me to be knowingly alive.|
||And then the pulse stops, and the fluttery stars pause in the middle of a subjective transit because they don't change but we do,|
||"Feed the Primates"
||and CHVRCHES slam into their post-Japan-tour collaboration with J-pop trio Wednesday Campanella.|
||It's an oversimplification to say that CHVRCHES are my favorite band,|
||Emma Ruth Rundle
||"Darkhorse - Edit"
||and another one to say that falling in love with J-pop fundamentally altered my emotional relationship to the unknown,|
||but only in the way that we necessarily oversimplify by talking, or by making an obscenely semi-self-contained thought out of any amount of infinite possibility.|
||Ann - Chapter 1: Anne Boleyn 3
||I don't know if "perfect song" is a useful or meaningful concept,|
||Crippled Black Phoenix
||and I imagine that if it is there would be criteria and checklists, |
||Lord Of The Lost
||"Abracadabra (feat. Dero Goi / OOMPH!)"
||Thornstar (Deluxe Edition)
||and what I'm saying here is not that there are no great things that aren't in this CHVRCHES song,|
||"Run Away (with My Demons)"
||it's that this is another 3:18 during which I don't care,|
||and another demonstration that the duration of my now can be minutes;|
||"Won't Stop Now"
||that KOM_I's angel-bell voice skittering through the verses in the inherent syallabic pixelation of Japanese micro-nudges Lauren into a transformational tiny yell,|
||"Words Darker Than Their Wings (feat. The Parallax Orchestra) - Live"
||and to me this single moment is an immortally recurrent legend of inevitability and defiance;|
||Nedeljko Bajic Baja
||that I believe we are connected to each other by more than separates us;|
||that I believe that all machines are most definingly levers for amplifying humanity;|
||"Ne Vraćam Se Na Staro"
||that we become better selves by escaping whatever we've been so far,|
||but lovingly, lingeringly, pushing away and holding on at once with a kiss and breath;|
||that we go around the world to find ourselves, or somebody or anybody,|
||"Pages in the Past"
||Rising from Within
||and we don't want to go home yet.|