It's quite different. Before I had left Washington and left my band to study for awhile in Tokyo, my ears had become sensitive. It had been 6 years with the same band, with the same routine of playing together at such an immodest volume for hours every week. I love(d) it. Being a trigger of or and being that big sound, and having even to climb over the tops of other big sounds to poke out and be heard, in all the noise, like in water in a dream, but it is real. My ears were lovingly, recklessly smothered with sound for 6 years. On top of it, the constant situations where love and noise coincide, before, during and after our noise there is love, sweat-soaked bodies hugging, and then sometimes afterward, some drinking. The relationship is like a set of shoulders.
It's been 8 months of no noise. And making songs using notes without weight, because its loud and I don't want the thinness of my house, crowded by thinner houses, to let my racket become someone else' racket. It didn't bother me until recently. And so I'm renting a practice space at the start of next month.
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...and in that small rented space (a humble sanctuary even) will you find the freedom that has been partially trapped in you. The lyric. The melody. The volume. The passion... released. It'll be great thing indeed!
ReplyDeleteDude, David, Mr. Plell, follow your heart to whatever it leads you. I friggin' loved Cyrus Fell Down with the uniquity of your voice and guitar, so naturally I love it stripped down to just those two elements as well. Find your way, man. You will leave a trail of curious spectators and broken strings.
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