and_david_gray_sounds_beautiful_again fyn gula all i ever wanted was to be there with you, to go where you wanted. anyone would see us and know. and would want to be us. 030429 ... Anna_Began And something in the heart of me Is telling me it's time To meet the eye of destiny And leave it all behind And through my bones an iron rage paints my soul upon the page 030429 ... Anna_Began And as I watch you leave I stand Inside my house of straw And everywhre I go I find Things recollecting to my mind How right it all could be So right now So right now So right So right 030429 ... silentbob i checked out the david gray cd from the public library. it was so scratched i couldn't enjoy it. 030429 ... Anna_Began As soon as I get some fresh blank cd's bobby, I'll help you out... of course, my david gray cd is headed toward the scratched beyond repair stages too... sweet, sweet music :-) 030429 ... warmthofrelease There's nothing quite like Life_In_Slow_Motion which incidentally postdates all the entries on this blathe. It takes a little time to get to know that one but its effect on me is more profound and permanent than anything that White_Ladder could've done. No offense to that one, it's like a banana split on a friday night, quite sweet and satisfying but very much fleeting and nothing of a meal. LiSM is an entirely self sustained ecosystem, brimming with existential dread sickness mystical wonder insight longing for what was lost and the kind of love and devotion that's just too inspiring not to believe. New Day at Midnight is also good, plenty of things to overlook and rediscover there. But I see the overall point that one does need to take a few steps back from the Manchester man in order to regain the appreciation. 250326 ... raze seventeen summers ago, cjam rode one of my albums hard enough that it charted nationally on the strength of a single station's airplay. i don't know what was going on with their digital archives that month, but every mp3 i downloaded was pitched down and thick with some strange haze that fought to kill the signal without ever quite coming out on top. this was how i first heard "knowhere". a step or two south of where it was born to be, david gray's voice became a heavier, somehow sadder thing. the drums were thick-throated and hungover. just barely keeping it together. "slow voices speaking through a hurricane" was more than an evocative opening line. it was a metaphor for everything i felt but couldn't name. even in its degraded form, i couldn't shake that song. i still can't listen to it any other way. 250326 what's it to you? who go blather from