As I sit writing this post, I remind myself that this has been a long time coming.
As slight changes emerge within my day to day life both with this site, new silly ventures, and PhD and work life, I remind myself that all of this has been a long time coming. As I finish off with Hayden Calnin’s masterpiece of a track ‘Cut Love’, I steady myself. Feet firmly on the floor and the words flowing steadily from my hands, appearing on the screen in front of me.
All of this. Everything leading up to this very point in time.
As I sit with old favourites like Arthur Wimble, LANKS, and Ciggie Witch, I mark out my territory. And as I sit and be floored again by Marcus Whale, Luke Howard, and LUCIANBLOMKAMP, I wipe away those old tears. And then with those new infatuations – Alice Ivy, Isabel, and the almighty Dogood, I slowly fall back into a feeling of warmth and knowing and remind myself.
This has been a long time coming.
For some time now I’ve made it a habit to talk around the music. This was how you write. The story on Catalyst the other night about music being used to elicit memories for people living with dementia as they sit, still in those old people’s homes I became convinced that fuck it. What’s the point. If music can do that then it’s indescribable. You’re always going to do it a disservice.
But then I read those others who also do music writing. Those others who write about the music itself. None of it’s perfect, but that’s the fuckin’ beauty of it. This game is about getting close, slowly scraping away at the surface and finding some through line, no matter how long/short/narrow/wide and having that one person sit back and think, ‘fuck, that’s it. that’s what I hear.’
As I start afresh, I see that I’m here. This is where I was heading.
Shhhhhhh. Don’t make any sudden movements.
Here we have something that very few tours get to see, so let’s forget all those complaints you outlined earlier and remember to pay the damn fare.
This ‘How it Ends‘ is a gem of moment from Melbourne’s Telling, for now in a totally unsaturated state. Tim ‘many project man about the internet/radio’ Shiel and Ben ‘quite the classic heartthrob’ Abraham seemed happy to sneak this up without fanfare – but I have no reservations in ruining that quiet sanctity with song-tourism for immense financial gain*.
And look at it. It’s a surprising result really. Definitely not a straight sum of their current solo sounds. You won’t get much of Tim’s driving oddity or Ben’s friendly poppity pop, it’s more … cavernous.
I wrote a few comparisons then scrapped all those, so I guess it’s on it’s own – but it sits right with me. Just right. Best track yet. Of 2. But still. Short. Sentences. Punchy. Reporting.
So we all got lucky out there today. You’ll tell them good things at the information centre, won’t you? You will.
And also this might be one little google hit where Tim is referenced without any mention of Gotye so he’ll be…ahh, still nope.
*Again I simply can’t overstate how zero the revenue is from this blog. Much more zero than you can possibly imagine.