An Echo, A Stain
Most of the music I like is sung by men. That’s not to say I don’t like female singers, I do, just not that many of them—particularly when it comes to music released within the past ten to twenty years. But when I do like them, it’s like an obsession. When PJ Harvey’s Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea came out, it’s all I listened to…on repeat. And roll your eyes all you want—Tori Amos is amazing. “1000 Oceans” makes it into my favorite songs of all time list.
I went to my friends wedding this weekend. Dan and Tracy danced to Bjork’s “Come To Me.” It was gorgeous, enchanting, sweet, delicate. I remember when I bought the album, Vespertine—I was visiting my friend, Kathleen, in San Francisco for a weekend and I was flying home, alone, listening to it on the plane. Massive turbulence. Flying through a wicked storm. I saw black clouds. Lightning. Scariest flight ever. Oddly, it was September 2, 2001. I thought I was going to die and Vespertine was my soundtrack. Not a bad way to go, I suppose. I could’ve been listening to The Strokes’ Is This It, the other album I bought at Amoeba Music that weekend. It was the cool cover with the naked chick that ended up being banned so they changed it. Oh yeah, they weren’t albums, they were discs. I was still listening to my SONY Walkman from college. What a great electronic device—lasted me until I bought an iPod…in 2004.
Kathleen flew to NYC a few days later to visit her family. She was booked on United Flight 93 to return to San Francisco. Thank god she changed her plans and went home the 9th instead. I don’t talk to her anymore, which is sad. I met her in high school.
I hate flying.
I saw Bjork at Radio City with my sister in support of that record. She was amazing. Had a choir of kids who sang like angels. It brought tears to both our eyes. It enveloped us, seduced, intoxicated. One of the best shows I’ve ever seen.
Bjork’s on repeat…going through her whole catalog...on that same iPod.
I went to my friends wedding this weekend. Dan and Tracy danced to Bjork’s “Come To Me.” It was gorgeous, enchanting, sweet, delicate. I remember when I bought the album, Vespertine—I was visiting my friend, Kathleen, in San Francisco for a weekend and I was flying home, alone, listening to it on the plane. Massive turbulence. Flying through a wicked storm. I saw black clouds. Lightning. Scariest flight ever. Oddly, it was September 2, 2001. I thought I was going to die and Vespertine was my soundtrack. Not a bad way to go, I suppose. I could’ve been listening to The Strokes’ Is This It, the other album I bought at Amoeba Music that weekend. It was the cool cover with the naked chick that ended up being banned so they changed it. Oh yeah, they weren’t albums, they were discs. I was still listening to my SONY Walkman from college. What a great electronic device—lasted me until I bought an iPod…in 2004.
Kathleen flew to NYC a few days later to visit her family. She was booked on United Flight 93 to return to San Francisco. Thank god she changed her plans and went home the 9th instead. I don’t talk to her anymore, which is sad. I met her in high school.
I hate flying.
I saw Bjork at Radio City with my sister in support of that record. She was amazing. Had a choir of kids who sang like angels. It brought tears to both our eyes. It enveloped us, seduced, intoxicated. One of the best shows I’ve ever seen.
Bjork’s on repeat…going through her whole catalog...on that same iPod.
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