The Blackbirds in the Attic
by Josh on Jan.24, 2009, under Music
We meet again old friend. A new day, a new track and its rolling emotional cadence. I seem to have hit a stride stringing piano quips, lead guitars and undulating airy pads with deep brooding basslines. Surely this is a self proclaimed ’stride’ and what your ears hear and my mind perceives can be vastly different, but alas this is my ship to captain and you are welcome to board or stand waiving from the pier as I/we voyage through this tempest of a track. I described in a previous post that as much the music stands on its own merit, it is more to me a vehicle of timely expression. If this were the psychiatrist’s couch I would embody this piece to “the blackbirds opened a hole to the attic and all night and day an endless flapping and crashing.” If you do not frequent this site you may look at the previous post of ‘ Dead Letters ‘ by the grotesquely modest poet Travis Mossotti. As nepotistic as it might seem I believe he says what I am unable to verbally as I visualize and set to music that of which our shared muse delivers. Whichever way it comes, it comes… and I think I am enjoying myself; I’m a wreck but whatelse is new.
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