From the 'As Seen on TV' store, South Hills Village Mall, Pittsburgh PA. Hang on, cause there's gonna be a lot of these.
I don't want to sound like one of those people who moves to Northern Europe and complains about the winter, but seriously, Helsinki is further North but Tallinn is always colder. Or maybe the better word is 'unforgiving'.
I don't remember what I said, but my voice was small, squeezed, not unloud so much as discrete, anechoic, so that sound as such -- walking, the noise of our clothes, our breathing-- was meaningless, probably unidentifiable, swallowed in the room's million mouths.
I know I'm 28 years late on this but I finally saw Mauvais sang and my mind is fucking reeling.
I'm sorry that I haven't been posting much here besides songs. So, to try to write something to justify yet another: I've been on a big Jim Shepard kick again, lately. The guy is such a tragic figure to me; everything from Vertical Slit to V-3 to Evil Love Deeper shows a true visionary, capable of packing a huge gamut of emotions into a single record (nihilism, empathy, experimentalism, etc.) without genre-hopping or even that diverse of a sound himself. Listening to a song like this - at first listen it sounds like something off Horse Cock Phepner but by the last verse there's a questioning of his own relationship to his milieu, his scene - an evaluation of himself as an artist, a sense of audience, and it's all caked thick with distancing humour and attitude. But it's easy to slice through it and feel something genuine.
Thanks to Fucking Record Reviews for unearthing this gem!
If I listened to the things that you said
Everything would fall apart
If I did all the things that you do
Everything could fall apart
Let's not listen to the things that they say
Everything can fall apart
Let's think about our actions before we do them
Everything will fall apart
I got nothing to do
You got nothing to say
Everything is so fucked up
I guess it's natural that way
Everything falls apart