What can I say?
Over the past year, I've heard some pretty good stuff, but I really gotta say that Radiohead's In Rainbows has just about blown away what's left of my mind.
I started really slow with this record. Bits and pieces. Here and there. Every now and then, something would grab me and hold on for dear life. I'm not quite sure what finally put me in the chair in front of the MetalMac, plugged into the Sennheisers with the world dark around me. But when House of Cards made its way into the room, I knew I was lost.
That song hits so many of my buttons, but y'know? I can't really tell you what those buttons are anymore, but like porn, I just know what they are when they jump up and jab the senses like so many darts thrown by a blind drunkard.
This is the sort of music that meant so much to me when I was young; the sort that was listened to sureptitiously in the dark at 3:15 in the morning on a set of ancient headphones through Dad's hand-me-down Heathkit amp. Christ, it was like the freedom of the skies to a falling stone, not caring a whit about impending impact. Devastating, liberating and total. I sit here wondering how the hell I got here; in a fuzzed out reality intersecting with my distant past.
Who knows? Who cares? I'm there, and it's all good.