Music: Fists Full Of Dust.
September 24th, 2008 by Seamus
In these cool mornings Autumn has finally revealed itself. The simple rush in leaving a window open has been a subtle step in the direction of relief.
September 13th, 2008 by Seamus
I knew nothing, and I persisted in the faith that the time of cruel miracles was not past. The city keeps turning and polarizing. Days which initially start off cool and refreshing will end in a terrible heat. Recognizing that there is a cycle of temperature which comes and goes with each day, it may sound naive to state this feeling. It feels, however, far too polarized, as if one’s turning up the heat on a stove. It’s not to say that this is an eco-conscious message meant to beat in some message of a dying earth so much as it’s a thought of frustration. Summer should be over and a cooler, more refreshing autumn should be here. This, however, is not the case. To live with such a large build within this kind of fluctuating season is uncomfortable. It’s only in the thoughts of cool, clear nights with leafless trees can one find any sort of escape when things abroad get too heavy.
There are people.
May 9th, 2008 by Seamus
It is sad to see the self-destructive continue in a self-righteous way of life, never removing a cast or a bandage in fear of people recognizing that they’re just fine, and that they may have always been just fine. Some of these people are fortunate enough to have everything. They have people who love them and will always love them. This unconditional bound which may even originate from their attempts to victimize themselves and come off as an insecure, humble and sweet person.
To get beneath that and see a person who willingly hates and refuses to acknowledge anything truly good, comfortable living in a self created world of sadness and angst is even worse. Further frustrating is the idea that we live in an age where humbling truths are so easily accessible. Visible everywhere is a mass of destruction, sadness, poor health and, to be frank, a constant and unavoidable bleak motion that is as constant as the earth’s orbit around the sun. It is as constant, heavy and obvious as gravity. Perhaps since it is so like gravity in the respect that we seldom stop to think about its force until something falls on us that many refuse to recognize this humbling bleakness. All the same it is still sad. To keep quiet and, in a self satisfactory fashion, victimize one’s self to achieve the righteous, holier than though sentiment. Hope is hard to come by.
The following two songs are the entirety of Days Run Away IV. At 18 minutes a piece, they add up to being over 30 minutes long. The songs have movements and resolve themselves like narratives. They consist of manipulated guitars, keys and heavily processed vocals. The pieces together are entitled XIII: The Chrome Earth.
This is the first track: 01 days run away i_ chrome sky_chrome earth [no. 2].mp3
This is the Second Track: 02 days run away ii_ 101901[biii]83.mp3
When You Were A Girl.
April 30th, 2008 by Seamus
When amongst peers, there seems to be a certain amount of, for lack of a better term, ‘magic’ missing with respect to their idea of fear. The classic imagery of Ray Bradbury’s illustration seem to do little to stimulate any kind of fear-like response. This is a disappointing concept. The chains that rattle through fog filled graveyards seem to be silenced now. No transparent sheet of a specter would cause fear to rise in any reasonable young adult. Instead there may be laughter, or even worse, apathy with respect to this image. Realistic fear is just as rattling, however, it’s not as avoidable. No clove of garlic or circle of salt will protect anyone from a car-crash or a dirty bomb. It’s there that the real fear is. It seems that with the images of ghosts and the surreal, one could, hypothetically, control their fear and take superstitious precautions to avoid encountering them.
In the contemporary idea of fictional horror, the concepts and the stories are getting more realistic. This, again, is both good and bad. The better of the realistic can be truly stunning and leave one completely shaken to the core. The bad comes in the fact that it could potentially leave one further afraid and helpless feeling. All the while, the ghosts of the ghosts that once knew youth now shuffle without real reason. Their direction is lost as there’s little to anyone left to scare. The most recent track utilizes the heavily processed guitars as in the prior tracks, and a Celeste sound created through a series of keyboards, heavily processed to avoid juxtaposition in fidelity.
02 days run away ii_ w.y.w.a.g..mp3
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The Heavy Hours Of Sunday
April 16th, 2008 by Seamus
There seems to be a kind of nagging joke that one’s on the outside of when it comes to Sundays. This is nothing new to most people. The great frustration with Sunday is that it can frequently be so beautiful and at the same time so full of a sense of dread. The golden hours of dusk and dawn seem to radiate more on a Sunday than they would any other day and yet, one finds it hard to truly enjoy them. The reasons for this are more commonly found in the coming work/school week. The hours get so heavy. And when night comes it seems more intrusive than ever, forming a blanket around the city and one’s thoughts. The piece of corresponding music has been recorded with heavily processed vocals and guitars.