The Catherine Wheel ~ Black Metallic
(written: 15 April 2004)
I don't know how I missed this one. Being ignorant and too 'trendy but not' for my own good, I guess.
Shoegazing. The act (art) of gazing at your shoes. Because sometimes it is hard to make eye contact with the world.
Eye contact is something taken for granted. They tell the peasants of McDonaldsland to look their customers in the eye... I find that more creepy, than anything... I don't need Pimply Faced Teen staring me down when I am trying to decide what will clog my arteries that night.
Eye contact must not be taken lightly. I only do it in what I consider to be appropriate situations... situations of deep revelation, or at the very least, textual intercourse. The rest of the time I stare at my shoes, and pump out powerful analog distortions of my insides.
Remember Silverhawks? That villain with the giant tuning fork? That's what this song does... except instead of causing you physical pain... it causes you to look deep inside yourself. And... wonder..........
i've never seen you when you're smiling
And it really got under my skin.
I don't know much about this song, other than it gives me intimate, fuzzy memories (and I don't mean warm-fuzzy... I mean intereference-in-the-signal-fuzzy). Additionally, it makes the daytime producer on the Edge cry.
I suppose it could make me cry now, under the right circumstances.
It's the kind of song that needs to be heard in the dark, at night. Maybe behind the dashboard light, or the flicker of scrambled pornography.
Bruce Dickinson's voice feels tortured, but disconnected from any sort of sentient emotion. Almost like the voice of a ghost staring down on the world he only figured out after death and preaching in an I-told-you-so kind of drone.
There's something more, too. I believe I used the word 'intimate' earlier... well, it's all very hard to put words to, but remember in the Hitchhiker's Guide when Arthur and his lover (who's name I forget...) fly high through the sky, making babies? And it goes on long enough for you to explore the outer reaches of your partner's skin. All so high in the sky. All now with wings.
Boy, I talk about sex a lot here. Tell you much?
i still can't guess what you're after...
It's the colour of your skin.
photo by kam