May 10, 2012
Posted by mothermother
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I write this as MM’s newly finished fourth LP plays out in my Vancouver abode.
It seems like this one concocted itself. Not a bad thing at all. It’s nice to be surprised by having done a thing instead of interpreting the doing while being done. “Oh look I’m dressed. Isn’t that nice. I can just leave now”.
After all, there is a distinct brand of practical anguish when putting your pants on and knowing full well of it, especially when cut from the indie-rock-skinny-pant cloth. Each limb can really suffer through its passage of pant leg….
And why don’t we call a pant leg a pant? There is a pair of shoes with a left shoe and a right. But not a pair of pants with a right pant and a left. Why do we wear a shirt and not a pair of shirts? If anything a shirt is more plural than a pair of pants. Two arms and one torso does a shirt accommodate… and sometimes a neck. Or is the neck part of the torso? I believe so. But garb nomenclature is surely beside the point.
The point is, life is peculiar and often painstaking, just like making records, or putting on pants, or writing blogs, but sometimes we finish these epochal chapters without realizing it, and this is a good conclusive sensation, one that endorses the virtuous mantra of “carpe diem” and one that I strive for in all feats mundane and/or wondrous.
So now, as the last song fades to the album’s finish and I marvel at how quickly these 14 songs came and went, I’m reminded that this earthly sentence is an opportunity to live and not merely exist… and that making records should be fun.
Namaste,
RG