Today's *chortle* "inductee" will be a tag team. An 'unlikely duo', as it were, one that would mesh like sweat pants and dress shoes in your minds. But for me, these songs go together like... a bowl of Lucky Charms with a White Russian.
Bear with me.
(written: 10 March 2004)
Sunset:
VAST ~ Touched
'oh god, god knows i'm not at home'
Take a Reznor rip-off, add some beach groove, and toss in a little stock world music, and you have VAST. Visual Audio Sensory Theatre.
A song I knew full well before I left for India as something ridiculous in its over-production, but fun for how it tried to be. Kind of like life in Canada.
There's something about going to sleep in a strange place questioning every decision you have ever made in your life, and wondering how it is you came to be THERE (here?) at this moment. It's pretty scary, scarier than the liberties I take with grammar.
"Touched" is perfect on the soundtrack for a complacent life. You realize you're gone daddy gone, and you realize how much that means... But yet, how do you move on, even if you've moved away?
'i'll never find someone quite as touched as you'
Sunrise:
All Saints ~ Pure Shores
'i'm moving! i feel it!'
I am not a music snob. I can draw meaning through simple beats lip-synched by chemically expensive hair.
This tag team found me in India, hiding out in opposite corners of the iPod... For me, 1200 songs are not enough for over three months, and it's something like All Saints that takes the initiative once I realize that if I hear Eddie Vedder one more time I would remove my tattoo with Dustin's nail clippers.
I make rudimentary comparisons for this song, and its mismatched twin. Both come from the soundtrack of the movie The Beach. I read the (VASTly superiour... hohoho!) book on the hippy trail, and it is a must read for any backpacker in Asia. My story, however, works in reverse of that of The Beach; I started out being bloodied with the pins and pricks of homesickness, but ended up in my paradise.
"Pure Shores" for me is the day I wake up, and realize I am HERE (there?), even as I am jerked awake on a crowded train.
My first month in India, I would dream of home, and it was better than my reality. But I was just being a narrow-sighted pussy, really. Home is not hard to find.
'i'm coming, not drowning'
photos by kam