"A humble old man, stands by a window He holds his hand out, to bring me into A time I won't like, and there's nothing I can do" - "Owldman" by Celestial Machine (https://celestialmachine.bandcamp.com/album/stagmata) This is about
To paraphrase, he simply said "This is the idea of the song, I trust you to do what you do with it" and the bonfire was lit again. I've had a lot of opportunities in my career in music and film-making to create visual narrative content.
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The infinite sea. A space where emptiness and entirety meet. A space where one can float. Float away... Float away. This is a post about music. More specifically, this is a post about the experience of doom/noise/drone music. Instrumental music. Ambient music. Music that lets us float away.
Finding purpose can be hard. Finding focus too. When one finds themselves disenchanted from the rat race, it doesn't just leave a hole for your focus, it leaves a buzzing vibration. It leaves directionless energy The horrible buzzing of a thousand restless motivations. Just because it doesn'
Things are bleak. and not the "self-aggrandizing, young heavy music artist catharsis of personal drama and relational woes" kind of bleak that has provided countless folks with valuable, but all said, considerably personal catharsis. Real bleak. Between the environment, political systems, and worker rights collapsing in their own
I've had the urge to tell a story for as long as I can remember. Borrowing my grandfathers video camera when I was a child to film monster battles on cardboard sets I taped together, using two VCR's to record wrestling match highlights set to music