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Rating: It's around 6:30 and there's a lot of people... a big mess... on the radio they're playing the new U2 single, which I can't even remember the title of. Oh well, no big deal. I'm bewildered...
There's a lot of records but nothing that strikes me... what a bore. Up and down the shelves, oh but look what I see. My little brain gets stuck on something on the "foreign artists-R" shelf. Here you go, I take the thin cardboard disc, with that cover that attracts me so much... Mine! Ah... I'm already in the car, going home, actually let's go home. And off we go, it's straight into the CD player, and I'm already gone...
A certain The National Anthem starts. Something starts that yes, I like, but it doesn't have much to do with what follows. Slowly (or maybe not so slowly) I'm going further down, that "strange music" somehow takes me away... I'm still a little dazed and perhaps a little skeptical, I can't understand, I can't find myself in this mixture of sounds, with that voice...
But in the meantime, we're already at I Might Be Wrong, which certainly doesn't help me feel any less strange. The sensations repeat, flip over, and tangle. Now I really don't know where to start. But maybe it's a good thing because I'm really starting to settle into this strange place. Everything becomes more and more reassuring, but never too calm and silent. Or maybe yes, it's hard to say.
Ahh, something started that apparently is called Morning Bell. But no, we're almost at the end and here everything has a magical, turbulent quality. Ahhhh I like it.
No no no, now the best comes... Like Spinning Plates and immediately following Idioteque, fabulous... "Who's in a bunker who's in bunker / women and children / first and the children first / and the children"... No no oh, already over, play it again immediately... Ah here it goes again..."Who's in the bunker who's in bunker"...ah... "...ice age coming ice coming / let me hear both sides let me hear both sides"... uh my head spins. What a blow. I'm still trying to understand (stupid, stupid!) but it's clear it's not meant to be.
Everything Is In Its Right Place. This one really has something unsettling, yes yes. The thin cardboard-covered disc closes (?) with Dollar And Cents and True Love Waits. By now, I'm so out of it that I don't notice anything in particular anymore, they've somewhat taken me. The start of the last song is so reassuring, simple, a closure that doesn't feel much like a closure, to be honest. Yeah Yeah. How beautiful. Or how sad? I don't know, I really don't know which path this journey has taken, but anyway, it's really cool... listen there..."And truuue love waaaits
in haunted attics and true love wins
on lollipops and crisps
juuuust don't leeeeeeeeave, don't leave
I'm not liiiving I'm just killing tiime
your tiiiny hands, your crazy kiss and smiiile
just loooonelyy, looonging..."
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