I’m listening to Godspeed You! Black Emperor. It perhaps might be shameful to admit that I have no real clue of the song title – I mean, I have the album (Lift Yr Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven) and the track main title is Antennas To Heaven, but then there’s the sub-tracks/titles…
Meh, it’s hardly the point, or all that interesting delving into the things I don’t know. I’ve moved just a smidge past the point where the unknown, the uncertainty of not knowing what I want to know, is going to fray my edges (and here I’m not talking about song titles…) What I do know, the thing I keep thinking about, is that contary to previous stipulation, I’m really quite foolish. I said I’m not stupid and I believed it at the time, but I keep doing and saying things that proves otherwise and that… That really is fraying the edges.
I think that maybe I just want too many things, and I forget a lot of the time that there are reasons – good ones – that I should stop wanting these things, that I should just stop. Which could be a defeatist attitude. Maybe it’s just realistic. I don’t know.
The worst thing is, I don’t even care anymore that I don’t know.
Listening to Rats by The Black Heart Procession. It’s the first track from the forthcoming album Six (due for release early October if my sources are correct, and currently pre-order sales are being taken by new record label Temprary Residence ). I’ve just ordered a copy of their first album (1), which will complete my BHP discology until Six is officially released and I get a copy of that, too. Not bad all things considered – every album except The Spell had to be sourced from overseas so I’m quite pleased with how little time – and money – it’s actually taken to do so. Now I just have to work on Scout Niblett and Shearwater. And… well, lots more. Eh, wanting things – at least CD’s … well, they just come and they sing. 🙂
Hey now, that would be a nice life… if all you had to do was come and sing.