One of the things that struck me just recently was that whenever I move to a new city, I typically get an album stuck in my head. This first occurred during my summer in Melbourne, Australia working as a research associate at the Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology. I had no idea it would be a pattern, but I spent many hours walking around Melbourne in the sweltering heat listening to Things of Stone and Wood’s first album. That summer held some amazing memories: lying on the roof of RMIT in a thunderstorm, sleeping on the floor at Craig’s, helping getting Craig’s air conditioning working, discovering the vent I was sleeping next to held a mummified foccacia, the crazy suspension guy, artists, jazz, humidity, a love of red wine, and computer graphics.
When I move to the States, it was Radioheads “Ok Computer”. This album was my send off from NZ, some crazy parties, stupid crushes, working till the end, and a feeling I wasn’t coming home … When i got hear, this album captured the loneliness of a big city, although DC is not big compared to NYC! As my time in DC progressed and I aged years and years I moved through Cafe del Mar and Global Underground to Thievery Corporation.
I finally noticed the pattern when i moved to NYC: moving cities requires a new alternative rock album. My NYC vice is Snow Patrol and in particular the album Eyes Open.
To get a feel for what all this means … here are some snippets from the lyrics on Eyes Open that really speak to me:
It’s hard to argue when
you won’t stop making sense
But my tongue still misbehaves and it
keeps digging my own grave with myHands open, and my eyes open
I just keep hoping
That your heart opensWhy would I sabotage
the best thing that I have
Well, it makes it easier to know
exactly what I want with my…Hands open and my eyes open
I just keep hoping
that your heart opensIt’s not as easy as willing it all to be right
Gotta be more than hoping it’s rightI wanna hear you laugh like you really mean it
Collapse into me, tired with joy
from the track Hands Open
I find a map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from A to where you B
It’s only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place
Where I’d find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places
from Set Fire to the Third Bar
I only need
The compass that you gave me
To guide me onAnd it’s beginning to get to me
That I know more of the stars and sea
Than I do of what’s in your head
Barely touching in our cold bedAre you beginning to get get my point
That all this fighting with aching joints
Is doing nothing but tire us out
No one knows what this fight’s aboutIt’s so thrilling but also wrong
Don’t have to prove that you are so strong
Cos I can carry you on my back
After our enemies attackI tried to tell you before I left
But I was screaming under my breath
You are the only thing that makes sense
Just ignore all this present tenseWe need to feel breathless with love
And not collapse under its weight
I’m gasping for the air to fill
My lungs with everything I’ve lostWe need to feel breathless with love
And not collapse under its weight
I’m gasping for the air to fill
My lungs with everything I’ve lost
from Its beginning to get to me
Oh, and I think I worked out how to embed youtube videos … can you tell?
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