No two things go together as well as music and writing... maybe that's why we put lyrics to the sound.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Critic
Life threw me some curve balls and I promptly set about over analyzing everything. A song about the circus became a song about life. A poem about a sunset became a poem about how people screw you over; a picture of an island became an isolationist movement. I want nothing more at this point than to listen to a song and not try to dissect it. I don't know that I have any music that doesn't have enough depth to it that I can't tear into it... wait... I've got some Hello Goodbye... that should be superficial enough. That’s like trying to bite in to a concrete wall of nothing.
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