The Necks, UNFOLD
Been thinking of - and listening to -The Necks a lot lately, of how their approach to music is how I try to approach my writing; this 2017 album is a perfect distllation of everything that keeps me hooked.
Been thinking of - and listening to -The Necks a lot lately, of how their approach to music is how I try to approach my writing; this 2017 album is a perfect distllation of everything that keeps me hooked.
One day without the second writing block is acceptable; two, pushing it (weekends are torture). Three? Mania/twitching sets in. Relief that I didn't hit the fourth day or, as I’ve come to call it, feral day; the countryside is safe, for now.
Office goals.
I'm being antimelodic. I take pleasure in the difficult harmony of the harsh opposites. Where am I going? And the answer is: I'm going.
What beautiful music I can hear in the depths of me. It is made of geometric lines crossing in the air. It is chamber music. Chamber music has no melody. It is a way of expressing the silence. I am sending you chamber writing.
A shame that the word 'nerves' is related to painful vibrations, otherwise it would be a quartet of nerves. Dark strings that, when plucked, do not speak of 'other things,' they don't change the topic – they are, in and of themselves, they surrender just as they are, without lie or fantasy.
YES (continued).
Eerie, moving, beautiful, heartbreaking, joyous - often within the same panel; a must-read.
In keeping with the move back to a weekly newsletter, I'll be doing a few shifts of things here, simplifying it for myself. So, with that in mind, 404s will abound on some older posts. In other words, trust me, Scott, I know what I'm doing - probably. Should have everything sorted by midweek.