Bon Iver - Woods: youtube.com/watch?v=tZYVJlhnqxQ
I used to listen to Radiohead's OK Computer every night while I was sleeping. It would play on my stereo above my head and play me to sleep, haunt my dreams. I would often skip "Fitter Happier" if I was still awake because it scared me out of myself.
Then Kid A came out. I remember driving my Dad's half-ton truck to the mall and buying it, putting it in the CD player as I drove home in the dark, hearing it for the first time. I remember the street lights in the gloaming. I listened to twenty seconds of a song and skiped it, the next song wouldn't be any good and I'd fast forward, skipped every song all the way to the end. I took it out before I even got home, disappointed. I hated it. It wasn't what I expected and it was slow and monotonous and I hated it. I put it aside, didn't listen to it for months. I can't recall why I gave it a second chance but I did and thankfully.
And now I can't help but stop and swell up every time I hear Kid A. It's brilliant.
I've seen things which at first I hate to a retching become those things I love most. I don't understand my physiognomy at times and I'm sure, more and more, that I know myself less and less. And these loves are the most intense loves, perhaps because they fought to win me over.
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