Tuesday, 18 May 2010

no sound with speakers blown, the silence fits the scene

The XX's "Fantasy" has a bass that makes my room vibrate. If I turn it up loud enough you can feel it hit you in the chest, just like when you're at a gig and the band starts up and the whole air hums with music, you can feel it.
I can't go to that Cymbals Eat Guitars gig. It's in the middle of my internal exams. Am annoyed about that.
She wrote a song and she's going to record it and it's actually pretty fucking decent for a first try. I feel slightly jealous. Especially over her singing. When you watch someone make their voice float along with music like that and know that you can't do that, that your FUCKING bronchitis will keep you from doing that, that your blocked nose will make you sound nasally and that you won't be able to hear yourself clearly... of course I'm jealous.
I have to be patient. Hopefully I'll be able to sing soon enough.
Will put something together with him eventually. So much to be done.
He said it in public the other day. Kept me smiling for the rest of the night. He is wonderful really.

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