Everything hurts; my body feels like it’s not my own, and staring out through eyes that belong to somebody else, I see that it doesn’t look like my own, either…
It washes over me, seeping into every fibre of my being, immersing each and every atom to the point where I don’t know where I stop and it begins…
‘Floating, weightless, the pressure holding me as though it were a vice. I hung in stasis for what can only have been eternity, somewhere between sleep and death…’
‘I’d been so long in this wilderness that I thought I’d never see another soul again. One by one our tiny band had fallen apart, lost along the way or through a loss of heart, until only I remained…’
‘We woke to the sun breaking on our faces. Squinting from the brightness, we looked around to find that the desolation we’d gone to sleep amidst had vanished.’
We felt the fire before we saw it. The heat stung our eyes, grasping at our throats, suffocating us.
BMTH deserve a mountain of praise for even having the balls to do this album, never mind to have pulled it off with such finesse. It must be an incredibly fine line to walk between staying true to your own creative goals, and not alienating the people who allowed you to be in that position in the first place.
For me, a winning song is one that combines atmosphere and power to deliver the listener to an entirely new world. One that energises them, motivates them, and refreshes them.
Writing up this week’s entry has been such a bizarre experience. Normally I’m not one to be stuck for something to say, but writing about my own track is like staring into the looking glass the wrong way.
Originally placed on the Music to Grieve to playlist I knew it would be perfect for essay writing too. Put it on repeat and it works brilliantly.
How perfect that this track is named “Dishes & Wishes”. If I had to rank all my household chores from best to worst, washing dishes would always be at the top of my list. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that my legs are free to dance to whatever Deep House track is currently bumping out of my laptop speakers.
I’ve received a lot of e-mails asking me how I write. The simple answer is, I write late at night, with my headphones on, listening to music. These are some songs I really like, especially for writing. They frequently find a place on my midnight playlist. I hope you like them, too.