new sadjan stevens. I had it on repeat all day yesterday while playing sdv and cleaning the apartment. isn’t that what I’m always doing?
it’s…. easy listening. it doesn’t catch at me like carrie & lowell did (but then, I’m not sure there are similar parts of me to catch, these days.) what i can hear of the lyrics…. is too thematic to surprise me, the instrumentation pretty dang obvious for a space-themed album. what i really like, though, is his use of his voice in a couple places on this album. neptune, for one. he really gets up into that falsetto, really fucking heartbreakingly clear and beautiful and resonant. it reminds me a little of “you are all i see” – active child. sometimes when he hits those high notes, i just start crying.
re: the lyrics, i kind of take it back after looking some of them up. i just can’t hear/distinguish sung language for shit. xP
oh yeah and then there’s those… what, recorders? some kind of woodwindy thing with the same minor thirds as vesuvius/age of adz, same roundabout feel.
Oh. Oh shit! This is just a recording of something that was created four years ago. Okay. That’s good context. good2kno
I wonder if realizing things and successfully making associations is so rare and fragile to me now that I have to highlight every one as an individual, exclamation-marked Thing standing apart. That, or maybe I’m just bad at writing bc I’m out of practice both writing and reading. It feels like I used to blend new thoughts and newly formed associations into my writing much more smoothly than this “oh!” “um, so like” “i didn’t want to forget x so i’m writing it here:” garbage.
the above paragraph brought to you by the realization that i probably enjoy sufjan stevens’s music for a lot of the same reasons that i enjoy john donne’s poetry. xD it’s a blend of a lot of things I feel equipped to appreciate somewhat.
i don’t want to be heading into another day of shit news and 11-hour shifts. i want the time, energy, and willpower to be a worthwhile human being. to get off work at a reasonable time, swing by home depot and buy a small tub of what I hope is a better match and maybe some more storage containers, get home and throw out the poor sad tree that deserved so much better (I am so sorry, tree, I am so sorry I don’t know how to take care of you one way or the other), clean the kitchen and living room, clear some stuff out from under the sink, touch up the wall spots if this paint matches better, …. ugh. deposit my fucking paycheck. then maybe do some laundry if i have any time/energy/willpower left for attention-intensive cleaning. THEN look at the local community college’s course catalog and be indecisive and not actually sign up for shit even if i fucking want/need to.
tired.