New Particles hand-snatched from the tube of the Large Genre Collider for the week ending 2018-01-12. This is what I am listening to in the universe where I have time to listen to all of this and still everything else.
||We could start from this and rebuild Rock,|
||or we're doing that already, always doing that.|
||"Sweet Dreams Baby"
||Memory is overrated. Repeating history is what we do by waking up.|
||It is abject joylessness to regard this as our doom, and let us not be joyless.|
||Let the list of things we won't be start with joyless, and then quickly run out,|
||Keep Shelly In Athens
||Eternal / On the Road
||to be replaced with new and better lists:|
||small terrible ideas improved by grandeur;|
||a partial bestiary of demons and their sisters;|
||rules and methods for staging opera as an existential state;|
||Harakiri for the Sky
||synesthesias of preemptive despair;|
||Pianos Become The Teeth
||all the sites of half-forgotten tragedies we could reach unsupervised by bicycle when we were kids;|
||"Returning Christmas Presents for Cash"
||ways to concretize abstraction by naming it;|
||things that are not jazz;|
||The Island Within/Styx
||noises that remind us of things we don't know;|
||"Two For C"
||all the fonts with the best parentheses;|
||"Suck the Blood from My Wound"
||songs the way a disloyal Springsteen bobblehead would sing them among friends;|
||"It Gets Better"
||grounds for hope.|
||"Thrill, Risk, Heartless"
||If we've learned one thing from technology, it's that lists turn inevitably into prose if you make enough of them.|
||Vuur van Verzet
||I'm not saying we have learned anything, necessarily, or anything from pixels we didn't already learn from forests.|
||"Alieno - Radio Edit"
||There are ongoing negotiations with ourselves, we have to give them time.|
||"Somebody That I Used to Know"
||You wake up one day and finally something from years ago makes sense to you, and it's everybody else's loss that they have moved on.|
||"We Are the Legion"
||They sold all their guitars that sounded like lazers, and now they will be sorry.|
||Where is that T-shirt? This is that day that I knew would come back when I refused to get rid of it,|
||"A miles de kilómetros"
||the opportunity I knew I would have to finally be right about what it claimed about what I can be.|
||"The Signal and the Noise"
||I had that old gold dream again:|
||I'm climbing an endless stairway into the sky, just to get from one Munich terminal to another,|
||"Wo du bist"
||and voices I almost recognize are saying calming unintelligible things.|
||"Hinter dem Horizont"
||In the dream I know these are wrong, and none of us are ever safe,|
||Blumen in der Hölle
||but then they're standing there, waiting for me to explain what we do next.|
||And I say: we have all this floor space, so we dance.|
||"Silbando a la Muerte (Corocotta)"
||Por el Tiempo
||And they say dance? Do we not fight?|
||Do we not FIGHT?|
||"Intro - TBB"
||And I say: you are eager to fight, but eagerness is what curiosity turns into when you don't have the patience to ask questions.|
||There are still vikings on some of these islands.|
||"Varje ensam natt"
||Any palace you regard as timeless and regal, somebody is picturing aflame.|
||"They said I was special"
||They said I was special
||Draw a picture of your paradise, and then pass it to the person on your left.|
||Read what you can understand of what anybody else thinks, and then write the next two sentences.|
||"Stir Me Up"
||Incoherence is our natural correographic idiom.|
||You can pound incoherence into temporarily cowering darkness,|
||"Nikad ne reci nikad"
||but you can dance it into anything, into life.|
||We Deserve This
||Empire / Hexagon
||In the dream I'm telling them this, and they look skeptical,|
||Every Where Is Some Where
||but then a series of passing strangers tells them, one word each, that I'm right,|
||and that they have been summoned from everywhere to this airport in order to dance with me in exactly this way.|
||In the dream we then all somehow know this dance involving math and escalators and chocolate with bits of salty licorice in it and for some reason video-effects from the mid-90s.|
||"Perdona Nuestros Pecados Main Title Music"
||The airport has arena lasers, because of course it does,|
||"Kill to Love You - Radio Edit"
||Kill to Love You
||and attractive men in suits reissuing boarding passes in unison,|
||because there has been a change of plans, and we are all going somewhere together.|
||"Nothing Like Yours"
||The Maf EP
||This is the poetic illusory utopia of observed flashmobs: there has been a change of plans, and we are all going somewhere together.|
||"Oh Quão Lindo Esse Nome É"
||Of course it isn't like that, the people in it have planned for this, and are the opposite of surprised.|
||"For Your Love"
||Mutiny on the Balcony
||But watching, this is not what you feel.|
||"Walk in Circles"
||What you feel is: we could start from this and rebuild society out of mesmerizing patterns|
||"Never Be the Same"
||and wordless effortless synchrony,|
||and this time|
||it would work.|