The following is a re-post* from a previous anonymous blog 'A life in sound', documenting my life through the music that defines me.
*Saying that, I have re-written it because I write better now and I am not trying to impress girls by acting super deep.*
* I am well deep though, ladies.
I start with this song (and the album of the same name) because it is one of my earliest musical memories.
Beautiful freak was released in 1996 which would have made me ten years old when I heard it. Up to this point I think my record collection consisted of "The Smurfs Smurf Christmas", "Mr Blobby's death cry" and "I guess this is the best of the Wurzels".
The jump between multi coloured character pop and the vapid output of overconfident farmers to the outpouring of a man destroyed isn't typical for a ten year old but initially I think I just liked the slightly unusual depressed jauntiness of the album.
At some point in the following years as my brain realised there was more to life than micro machines and plastic trumpets* and despite my largely care free childhood I started to hear the record in a different light.
Regardless of my own simple and happy childhood I could feel the pain of a man I had never met through his words and his art and my musical conciousness was born.
This is in essence where this series of posts begins, as a ten year old version of myself looks down the barrel of his future and is content in knowing it will have a decent soundtrack.
*PhhhwwwwwUUuuuurrrrrrmmmmmmp!
Very nice, micro machines died for me the day I first used my erect penis to bring myself to climax whilst looking at a picture of a topless woman.
ReplyDeleteI like Eels too. The band, like you, not Anguilliformes. Think Beautiful Freak must have been my first taste.