Friday, January 18, 2008

Too much Bowie on my mp3 player, never thought that was possible

If you came searching for the discussion on Golden: It was the reverence. The way Patrick (assuming it was Patrick) ignored the usual flippant sarcasm found in everything Pete writes and instead found the raw emotion. Usually the music is a protective coating over top of the lyrics, enhancing the implied sneer or dry wit. In Golden, the music is the scalpel that lays open the very soul of the words. I don't know if the emotion is Pete's, Patrick's or both but it's beautiful, needy and full of regret. And apparently I felt the need to discuss this with myself for about 10 minutes this morning.

Plus, I have porn in my head while I'm working. Makes me feel very guilty. But I can't help it. I'll explain later.

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