evening
I'm busy packing suitcases, getting ready to go places over Christmas and New Year. Theres a fight for space between clothes and weird French foods that we've bought for people. Food always makes a good present, nobody can be disappointed with chocolates and supermarket crepes. NOBODY.
I suppose I won't be writing much music for a couple of weeks, but it will be thought of. lots. I decided on an album title, its going to be called 'Red brick'. Its the title of a song on the record, so it could seem like a bit of a cop out....but I really like that song, and its at the front of my mind right now.
I'll try to explain the title but I could sound utterly ridiculous. When I was younger, 6 or 7, I found something incredibly comforting and warming about red brick houses. But a very specific type of red brick house, one I'd never actually stood beside or inside in real life. I was in awe of Brooklyn style townhouses, big 3 floor Cosby show style homes. I guess I'd seen them in films and on TV enough by then that they just caught in my brain as some kind of ideal; making me think of something bigger, louder and further away than Oxfordshire. Its strange what you hold on to, what you clearly remember...I can still picture being sat in back of the car, going on one of the regular Sunday afternoon DIY shop excursions, thinking about those houses; looking out of the window, ignoring my Dad and brother, just wondering: where are they if they aren't here?
Strange? I don't know, I'm sure everyone has their own comforter. Mine is a building. Somewhere else in the world.
Here is a song for today. Merz is amazing, all three albums are perfect in their own way, and I hope that he gets the greater commercial recognition he deserves soon.
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My comforter, as a young child in the very rainy Seine et Marne, was my mum making some tea with some hazelnuts floating on the surface, hazelnuts from our own hazel tree in the garden. This is the very picture of my winter childhood, hazelnuts, and fireplaces.
ReplyDeleteYears later, feeling insecure in my own life, I used to feel relieved by looking at the windows on buildings, at night, when the light is on. I always thought that the people in these homes were always happier than i was.