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Bjork.
Another music lesson, you lucky slave.
Drama, this time. In threes, can you tell I love the number?
Start with a punch. You will put on your good headphones, a fucking given at this point, I hope. You will go to my playlist and scroll until you find, you have seen this one before, it’s a song impossible to rtype to, the scribe strugglers, bothg of leds astray, god knows where. Quick type the name in “The Wandering Star” by Saintseneca. Don’t read on until it’s playing, it will help you understand those typos.
Such a musical journey, overpowered by details. The last minute utterly unforgettable, I have said it before, one of the Finest Endings Ever. Pay attention to those details, it hardly matters what they say, I swear I have no idea. Just those random lines that catch you, but the music is the triumph, complex, heavy handed, dramatic and powerful. It’s all in the tiny things, the sharp twang of strings- foreign, the disembodied voice, is that me gasping for breath? I am overwhelmed by the perfection of this last minute. Over and over again.
Take a moment of silence, music especially benefits from a palate cleanser.
Find “Pagan Poetry” by the UltraDramatic Bjork. Get comfortable, close your eyes and just listen. Right to the end, be patient, the last line is the best one. Feel all that she puts out in this song, you would have to be dead not to catch flame somewhere. What would you think if I told you it’s about me? Well, us, actually. Not that I care, but you should know the high quality of her taste. As a collector, she was in my sights from her charming Debut. The old saying is true, the Devil Makes the Best Bedmate. Or the popular, Everyone Wants to Sleep With Satan, we struck a bargain. I like to keep the paperwork tidy, well, that’s how they want it where such things count. You’ll find her in my forests, in the long-awaited, eventually to be put up for sale in the hands of a different kind of devil, Book.
Last, and best. The band including Orri, I mourn and grieve for this split more than is fit for the Lord of Darkness. As they were, then, Contenders for more than one throne.
Talking, of course, about the Legendary Sigur Ros. Find “Óvedur”, listen as many times as it takes for you to see what they’re showing you. Put your images with the sounds, not theirs, watch no video, only your ears and mind, it’s more than enough to deal with, trust me. What’s more dramatic? Does it go on too long? Is the sound shredding you from the inside out? It’s not about you, it’s about the real evil that lives in world around you, they want you to know that you’re never safe from malevolence in others. Which others, all of them? Will it make you fearful? What does it offer of hope for escape? Nothing. Sigur Ros are their own kind of Bleak, yet here again we find the darkest depths lit by something as incandescent as Jonsi. Simply the finest voice on the planet.
Are you ever safe from evil? Of course not. This is why you need to understand it, from the inside out. Learn how familiar you are with it. What will it look like, when it reaches you? Find it now, your worst fear, play it in your mind like a movie, what will you do? Hero or coward, there is only one thing you can do, be prepared for it. Mentally.
How will it feel to die? The single most common fear is death, when all species are considered. Instinctive, well-earned, magnified, fear is healthy, it keeps you alive. It’s not that hard to survive your species, so predictable, just look for it where you would least expect it. Evil is standing next to you in line for something.
It’s quite simple, really, if anyone tells you they are looking out for your interests, they’re lying. Pretty basic truth. You’re born selfish, it’s NOT a bad thing, despite what you may think, it does keep you annoyingly current and prolific.
I, on the other hand, really do have your best interests at heart, you can tell by the italics, and the excellent advice I give you. I love that you ignore it. I raise a toast to your continued ignorance of your own imperatives.
Next Lecture: The Glory of Death