back in june, it was easy to fall in love with a small concept of how people take in and internalize music with a memory. many people understood the simple idea of sharing the particular details of one moment and the realization of how important it made them feel.
..a warm thankyou to the anonymous contributors..
context: september 12, 2001. NYC, after hours searching through the rubble..after the smells, sights and the horrors of the past 36 hours i made the walk home for food and a shower. danarfregnir og jaroarfarir was the first song i played in a post 9/11 world.
result: i raged and cried and mourned for those i knew i’d never see on this earth again and then went back to search some more.
context: autumn break, alone at home, reading books
result: feeling as if everything’s still confusing even if something changed clearly. feeling lonely, lost, feeling silly, just feeling too much.
context: september 2003, walking around the central area in hong kong, it was about 11pm, the streets were packed with thousands of people, it was pouring with rain, i was without an umbrella, and i was suffering one of the worst panic attacks i’d ever experienced…
result: confusion, delusion, fear, anxiety… feeling detached from what was going on around me, yet wanting to escape…
context: listening to this for the 1st time, feeling how profound her lyrics were. then listening to it again, after being raped, realizing her pain was now inside of me.
result: feeling so angry, wishing to find the foreign man who did this to me, push him hard down on the ground and scream at him until he couldnt hear, feel or see anything anymore.
result: realizing the lonely lyrics perfectly describe the situation i’m in, which makes my feet so heavy that i listened to the song 3 more times before boarding the 4th or 5th train that came since i began to wait.
context: lying in my bed last night
result: tears rolling down onto my pillow; realizing how much of a good life i had over the past few years – and how it all fell apart, unceremoniously. the feeling of optimism about the future; whilst retaining a sense of my inward negativity; “do i want to go on anymore?”…
there will be a song//context//result pt.3 … would love to have you apart of it, please feel free to comfortably email or leave a comment.
art by carrie ann baade