she used a soft and comforting voice
I enjoyed every last second of it
letting it build itself up inside of me
I basked in the glory of its warmth
each embrace felt pure
every kiss was pure bliss
if only this could last forever
this crowded local show.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Pelican
this instrumental quartet hails from Chicago, IL with a aggressively mixed melodies and an intensity outdone by few. Pelican refused to be limited to genre classification (hence the biggest decision to stay away from vocals) and have changed up playing styles progressively since they started touring. don't get me wrong, all of their stuff's good, their approach just became more direct so that there could more energy on stage... smart idea? I'd believe so.
I've got their self-titled EP here, which I've been listening to for quite some time now and loving every second of it. this has 4 tracks, the first two are roughly four or five minutes with the last two being about 7.5 minutes and 13 minutes long.
Pelican myspace
Pelican official website
S/T EP
I've got their self-titled EP here, which I've been listening to for quite some time now and loving every second of it. this has 4 tracks, the first two are roughly four or five minutes with the last two being about 7.5 minutes and 13 minutes long.
Pelican myspace
Pelican official website
S/T EP
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
no!se.03
I want to watch the city from the top of my hill. I want to imagine a fire along the horizon. I want to feel the cool chill against my face. I want to justify my lack of interest. I want to burn away the past. I want to know what it is to be more alive than I've ever felt.
I want to be.
I want to exist.
I just want to listen to music.
all the time.
but not music, no, especially not under the popular definition.
I want to listen to distorted visions of emotion.
I want to blare noise.
I want to be.
I want to exist.
I just want to listen to music.
all the time.
but not music, no, especially not under the popular definition.
I want to listen to distorted visions of emotion.
I want to blare noise.
Friday, October 15, 2010
no!se.02
have you ever known what it is to compare the feeling of pure ecstasy to something inanimate? have you ever wanted to say that something intangible was alive? you're allowed to, no one can stop you. go ahead and call that show you saw at a small, crowded local venue "alive"; it at least felt like it was, didn't it? you know you felt a fucking heartbeat during the entire set and that you lost yourself in a wake of noise and motion along with the crowd and the band (who played the floor instead of the stage). every bit of that heartfelt 45 minutes was full of life and passion, it was beautiful and you wish it could have lasted forever... go for it, check the merch booth for a CD or a shirt. one of the bands is selling their shirts for $5? they do all the designs and graphics themselves? maybe you'll stick around for them......
now that's music.
now that's music.
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