My head is full of crashing thoughts. Ideas, memories, things I must do. I want to cry and dance at the same time. My heart is heavy at the world and full of love for those I care for. The sky is black and blue.
I'm tired and hormonal. I still remember the first time I got this. I sat on the edge of the bed in my room genuinely convinced I was going mad, sobbing my heart out. I was 11.
I've put the
film score of The Draughtsman's Contract on full blast on the CD player. Nyman used Purcell base lines as grounds for the music he composed. Much of the bass is played by the
contrabasson (the player of which often risks looking like he is fighting with a large snake) which gives the deepest notes amazing resonance.
So many layers in the music give the fractured bits of my mind melodies to hang onto and while they are still all thinking different things at least now they are bound together in one movement.
I wanted to post a link to
The Garden is Becoming a Robe Room but I couldn't find one.
The Disposition of the Linen (youtube) will have to do instead.