Monday, January 15, 2001
i have recently acquired a new cd, "five leaves left" by the artist nick drake. this is, without a doubt, the most moving group of songs to which i have ever listened. the sheer immensity of sound, that does not impose its presence upon you, but rather is like an ocean. it swirls around your ankles, lapping against the shore, gently pushing, pulling back with every note. and every time there is an overflow of emotion in his voice, the music will swell and rise like some enormous wave, until it crashes over your head, and you feel yourself being immersed in its melancholy beauty, caught in the undertow of his words. i feel such raw emotion in this music that it makes me dive into his subconscious. i hear saddness so profound that i wish i could speak with him, ask him what source of his pain is. i have listened to this cd all day, and i've gotten no work done as a result. i stare at the inside of my eyelids, trying to decipher lyrics, at times as tangled as seeweed, and in the next stanza, so seemingly simple that i wonder if there is really anything to ponder. the music swells, engulfing me in it's treacle embrace. my heart strains, aches, longs to console him. he died when he was twenty-six, after his third album. they couldn't get him to tour because he was too shy to play in front of large crowds. depression, withdrawl, sadness, pain. it's all there, in his voice, his guitar, the cello, the section of violins that sing along, rising, falling, crying. i wish i had known him, this drake of the sea.
posted by emily oi! at 7:20:00 PM
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i have recently acquired a new cd, "five leaves left" by the artist nick drake. this is, without a doubt, the most moving group of songs to which i have ever listened. the sheer immensity of sound, that does not impose its presence upon you, but rather is like an ocean. it swirls around your ankles, lapping against the shore, gently pushing, pulling back with every note. and every time there is an overflow of emotion in his voice, the music will swell and rise like some enormous wave, until it crashes over your head, and you feel yourself being immersed in its melancholy beauty, caught in the undertow of his words. i feel such raw emotion in this music that it makes me dive into his subconscious. i hear saddness so profound that i wish i could speak with him, ask him what source of his pain is. i have listened to this cd all day, and i've gotten no work done as a result. i stare at the inside of my eyelids, trying to decipher lyrics, at times as tangled as seeweed, and in the next stanza, so seemingly simple that i wonder if there is really anything to ponder. the music swells, engulfing me in it's treacle embrace. my heart strains, aches, longs to console him. he died when he was twenty-six, after his third album. they couldn't get him to tour because he was too shy to play in front of large crowds. depression, withdrawl, sadness, pain. it's all there, in his voice, his guitar, the cello, the section of violins that sing along, rising, falling, crying. i wish i had known him, this drake of the sea.
posted by emily oi! at 7:20:00 PM
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