self-titled: ^_^

i just listened to side one of godspeed you black emperor's lift your skinny fists like antennas to heaven. I believe side one is called "storm." i was lying on my bed with headphones, eyes closed, wasn't thinking about a damn thing, except for occasionally commenting internally about how cold it was. I think the fact that i was tired and coming close to drifting off helped keep my mind off anything but listening. The first part is great, this awesome processional that just keeps building and building and building and building and building and then just stops. all those instruments, it's a non-tet and i bet i could pick out each one, they're all going off doing their thing and it's just rising and rising, it's too majestic for words, and then poof. it's gone. replaced by some atmospheric guitars looping endlessly and then a beautiful picked electric. IT evokes a calm, either before or after a storm, military drums slowly start up and feedback washes over, this erupts. it's not the majestic build of the first part. an actual rock drum part kicks in, and then for minutes we just hear rolled timpani, the guitars tremoloing, various noises coming in and out, all sustatianed for minutes, scratchy violins wax chaotic, sharp violent hits from drums startle the shit out of you. from chaos comes more chaos. the drum embarks on a two minute drum fill as the instruments continue their holding and screeching. the drums slow and stop, the instruments die down one by one, and then there's silence. The sounds of cars, of cars on wet asphalt, and a recorded greeting from a supermarket. all ambient noise, trucks rumbling off in the distance, doors being shut, the recording looping over and over, cars starting, a feedback wash enters, the ambience goes away, the supermarket fades out and is overrun by indecipherable ranting through a distorted megaphone. piano chords heavier than god drop down. the feedback continues, the piano plays a dirge, huge minor chords dropping and being followed by solitary notes on the extreme high end of the keyboard. the man on the megaphone continues to rant, his words continue to be indistinguishable. the piano plays a final cadence into silence, the feedback grows, the man fades out, the feedback dissipates.

it ended and i lay there, weighed down and extremely sad.

this my friends, is music.