I must have been in completely the wrong headspace when i first listened to this album.
I remember distinctly just glazing over the first few minutes and not regaining my focus until John Maus had finished doing his most, not that i knew it then, magical thing.
This is the kind of album i want to wrap myself up in whilst watching some tense 80s mystery movies and drinking an industrial size glass of coke.
Specifically, one of their specially made coca-cola glasses.
Yes, that'd do nicely.
I can't believe i nearly missed this.
It frustrates me that my own stupid brain can conflict at certain times with music that i later realise feels like something i could never be without.
Like a limb.
Or an internet connection.
Think of all the music i've dismissed and may never find my way back to.
That's painful.
I want to hear all the music.
All of it.
Why do i always want the impossible?
Listening to: John Maus 'Believer'
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