Over the past week or so I've been trying to combat the feeling of displacement that's always somewhere under my skin by giving myself shots of the familiar and beloved. So I'm going to try to talk now about a few songs that are firmly entrenched in the "Favourite Songs" folder of my Itunes (and um, my heart). I'm going to try to share my feelings about songs that aren't really the most popular ones that the world and their grandmother know and love (I think. No Gravity and no Blower's Daughter and Chicago at any rate) but that are essential components of my personal canon. I'm going to try to do this on a weekly basis or something and feel free to join in, guys.
Anyway the first song I've chosen for your especial enjoyment is Mercury Rev's The Funny Bird.
Incredible song. I first heard it around the time they came to the Esplanade. During the show it was by far my favourite song of their (pretty damn brilliant) set and since then I've never looked back. It makes me think of coldness and velocity and vast black open space; of intricate layers of darkness interspersed with scattered stars; of two headlights rushing down Mulholland Drive - why Mulholland? Not sure. But it's deep and secret and mysterious enough. Like all good songs the music seems to tell a story, and like a fast car in the night it hurtles inexorably towards its dramatic yet strangely inevitable conclusion. I could listen to it a thousand times and still feel a certain sense of awe. Do you agree?
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