Yesterday I cleaned my apartment for over 4 hours, really thorough, getting to corners I never revealed before.
The best thing about cleaning time is having the time to put on the music i have on my pc and playing the list on shuffle mode, no skipping. Got 6622 songs, 500+ hours of music, boo yah (H).
The songs that come up are really varied. never the same band, different genres, jumping from a concerto for cello by Vivaldi to Audioslave Muddy Waters to Orphaned Land. music that bring up many periods of my past, and even better, music that i still didn't get to (lazy...), all new revelations.
So I had a great time. My back is cramped but my apartment is as clean as it ever gets, and i got both fresh musical memoirs and new stuff to catch up with. More than anything I got 4 hours of good varied music to wander in my head and fertilize my taste.
I was surprised when the beautiful distinct notes of the blues guitar came to my ears, forgot I have it on my computer for a coupke of seconds. Never thought this simplicity would get to me in this phase of my life but I gave it a chance, luckily.
I gave The Postal Service a listen a year and a half ago hearing Such Great Hights on Grey's Anatomy first OST. One of those band that I listened to a couple of their songs but only one or two sticked. This wasn't one, but I rememberd it as one of the cooler songs.
Pain of Salvation is one of my favourite bands, I love so many things about them, their emotional and phillosophic ideas the most. Truly love Daniel Gildenlow. And yet I still didn't find my way to relate to their new musical attitude they provide on their new album. I like some songs (mainly from the Linoleum EP) but it's hard for me to digest and accept.
A friend sent me this song's video (which is rather gorish and grotesque yet aesthetic). The video catched my eye and i played it over for some time.
Yesterday I fell asleep with my pc on me during passing music to my cellphone, and when I woke up this was on. Makes me think I'm about ready to start really digesting this album.
Now I'm waiting for all the songs registered on my last fm (no net at my apartment) to get to my page... Last.fm-oholic I am. :P
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