Showing posts with label classical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label classical. Show all posts

19 February, 2010

When something is missing - Pt. 2




The song changed, and so did my mood.

I didn't intend for this to be a continuation of yesterday's post, but I think it fits. As I was driving this morning, I listened to these two tracks. And I felt this weight released off my shoulders. No more obstacles, and no more objections. They don't exist to me.

This particular variation of "classical" music is a bit harsher and more aggressive than yesterday's A Silver Mt. Zion, but it's just as powerful and emotionally charging. It's amazing how feelings of sadness later transform into anger and aggression. I guess it's part of our growth, and if you can't grow from pain, then you're not healing properly, right?

Those feelings of despair and weakness I was feeling yesterday became anger and antipathy with this first track today ("Autorock") and then finally strength and release with the second track ("Friend of the Night").

As these songs play in my "movie," a quote comes to mind that I feel expresses this message perfectly: "When you come to the edge of all the light you know and are about to step off into the darkness, faith is believing one of two things will happen: Either there will be something for you to stand on or you will learn to fly."

I think I'll learn to fly...



Mogwai - Auto Rock


Mogwai - Friend of the Night


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17 February, 2010

When something is missing



I heard A Silver Mt. Zion for the first time on my favorite blog Motel de Moka a few days ago. And I don't think I've ever been so overcome with emotion after listening to a song. It's probably a culmination of different things, but the song "Blown-Out Joy from Heaven's Mercied Hole" definitely put my mind in a place that no song ever has before. My mind is flooding with all sorts of thoughts, none of them very happy. But that happens sometimes, right?

If these three songs below made the soundtrack for the way I feel right now, this is what my movie would be like. It's been a cold and lonely winter, and something is absolutely missing. I imagine myself walking through the busy streets of Chicago, avoiding all eye contact. I stumble, and no one even blinks an eye. I go about my day, uttering not one word to anybody. Bottling up emotions. And no matter what I try, I feel trapped. Like I'm sinking, further and further. A downward spiral of anguish.

I know none of this sounds appealing, but I still urge you to give these tracks a listen. They are all on A Silver Mt. Zion's first album, the only one that I really like from start to finish. Your soundtrack may be different, but I know for sure that they'll get you thinking.

Classical music can be so haunting, especially those strings. I hope you're not too disturbed by the apocalyptic sounds. Me? I think I have a new favorite "genre."




A Silver Mt. Zion - Blown-Out Joy from Heaven's Mercied Hole


A Silver Mt. Zion - Stumble Then Rise on Some Awkward Morning


A Silver Mt. Zion - Sit in the Middle of Three Galloping Dogs

(FYI: If the songs don't start playing right away, just wait a minute or two. I'm having issues with 4shared.com, and the tracks take a while to start up.)

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