dead cloud season.

back from the reflective floors of old-town dubrovnik, welcomed by a few days of on an off rain. the weather (oooh, weather talk) has been real strange - the first night we were in dubrovnik, there was a weird kind of electrical storm (note: probably not an electrical storm) that just seemed to be very, very frequent sheet lightning inside certain clouds, with no rain or thunder until about 45minutes later. but, i didn't really want to talk about the weather.

not really a great returning paragraph, that.

it's just the one song right now - but i'm planning a short mixtape for tomorrow, based on the feelings i got from seeing a scanner darkly earlier today. it's only going to be short, and i don't think it will be very digestible...it could take a few listens. the ideas i have for it so far came from one moment in the film, where i saw a june of 44 poster and immediately after heard a incredibly short snippet of a song, half a drone of a note, which i then concentrated on so hard that i nearly evaporated - it was from cat people by amon tobin. (which, too, is a great film.) before that moment, i had been thinking, do i like this? is that animation really annoying or not quite annoying? are they digitally improving keanu as an actor?, and generally paying half, armchair-politics-level attention. after that sinister whisper, i seemed to dedicate myself wholly to the film, loving every bit of it. i'm a sucker for well placed film music, and this one will be up there with the end of fight club and the final diary scene of cruel intentions. so, i think the mix will be kind of droney and bleak...like desert virginity bleak.

fall fast, fall free.

this song is from the howlin' rain album, and the distorted solo is always the thing that brings me back to it. when it kicks in, i don't so much imagine the guitarist stamping on a pedal, so much as him stamping on an actual beartrap, making it spin into the air, catching it, and ripping its clenched teeth up and down the guitar, splitting the wood and the metal into nothing but one hovering, vibrating string.



howlin' rain - calling lightning with a scythe

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