Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Some records just become something more.

Certain records are just meant to be enjoyed on a whole other level. They transcend audio and become part of the soul. Honesty, sorrow, joy, genius, creativity, and everything else merge into moments of bliss that just seem to fit somewhere inside.
What I mean is, sometimes, a record does more than provide background noise or fill the air with harmony or dissonance. Some albums speak to the subconscious while still maintaining a solid aural presence. For me, it's records that impart so much of the emotion from the artist that they practically bleed honesty. They just get to me, whether it's giving a sense of peace or making me feel every pen stroke of every word. I just put on Alexander's White Flags... and got a deep, calming sense of peace. Coupled with high-quality headphones, I'm in both sonic and personal bliss. I could sleep for days on a bed of clouds.
I want this to be my effect on somebody, somewhere. Even if it's only two kids in a basement somewhere, listening through computer speakers off a MySpace track, I want it to be there. Connection between artist and listener is key.

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