The first time I ever heard this song*, it stressed me out. It was just so loosely bound together that I wasn’t sure if it was going to hold tight until the end. It’s the opposite of tight and predictable; actually its irregularity becomes so predictable by the end that it’s predictable.
Anyway, I’ve had the kind of uncertain, low week that would be perfectly set in montage form to this song. I hate that — thinking of my life in film montage form — but I do it all the time. It’s gotten even worse since I got an iPod and can literally program a soundtrack to my life. How did people think about their lives before the advent of moving pictures? Did they imagine themselves in scenarios from their favorite hefty novels or pulp magazines? Or their favorite cave paintings?
*I wish I could find a better quality version of the song than the one in the YouTube video. There are some short MP3 clips I’ve been able to find. But the whole song? No clue. Too bad. I really love this song now.
It’s the first time I’m hearing it and I’m stressed. It’s like Philip Glass; you want to like it and you listen with increasing anxiety until you finally turn it off because you’ve tittered out of your chair.
Haha, yeah. I couldn’t finish it the first time I heard it. But now that I know it ends in one piece, I love it. To be fair, the weird blips and boops in the video aren’t in the actual song. I don’t like the blips and boops.