Wednesday, May 26, 2004
gentle sadness...
I can't stop.
I can't stop listening.
I can't stop listening to this song.
It arrived in my e-mail this morning from a mailing list that I belong to, a mailing list that has gifted me with several musical gems. It wasn't until I checked my e-mail tonight, after writing group and coffee/conversation with Sarriah and updating the 'blog that I opened the e-mail, downloaded the song, and set it to play while I stepped lightly, sprightly, amongst my usual internet haunts. After Fruit Tree finished I played it again. And again. And yet again. Finally I put it on repeat, sat and listened to the music and the lyrics, read the sad story of Nick Drake's life in the e-mail. I know I am probably one of the last people to "discover" him, but still I am finding myself in love due to this one song.
I'm still listening to the mature voice of the then-19 year old artist, melancholic and beautiful, heart-wrenching arrangements of guitar and violins and - I think - woodwinds perfectly complementing the deeply gentle loneliness of the lyrics, of the voice.
I feel I may never stop listening...
I can't stop listening.
I can't stop listening to this song.
It arrived in my e-mail this morning from a mailing list that I belong to, a mailing list that has gifted me with several musical gems. It wasn't until I checked my e-mail tonight, after writing group and coffee/conversation with Sarriah and updating the 'blog that I opened the e-mail, downloaded the song, and set it to play while I stepped lightly, sprightly, amongst my usual internet haunts. After Fruit Tree finished I played it again. And again. And yet again. Finally I put it on repeat, sat and listened to the music and the lyrics, read the sad story of Nick Drake's life in the e-mail. I know I am probably one of the last people to "discover" him, but still I am finding myself in love due to this one song.
I'm still listening to the mature voice of the then-19 year old artist, melancholic and beautiful, heart-wrenching arrangements of guitar and violins and - I think - woodwinds perfectly complementing the deeply gentle loneliness of the lyrics, of the voice.
I feel I may never stop listening...
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