Once. and again. and again.
So… I caught the tail end of Once on cable this evening, which has sent me straight back to Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova’s achingly brilliant soundtrack. Sitting here in the dark, ratty old ghettoheadphones heavy on my ears, I can feel Glen Hansard pull my heart from my chest. Impassioned acoustic guitar becomes percussive in “Say it to Me Now”; if it were wailing from the speakers I’d feel it in my sternum, but with these silly domed headphones—the ones I used to wear on the El, both for the tuneage and the how effectively they, along with my sketchbook, insulated me from my fellow passengers—Glen’s here in my head. And Marketa too. “Lies” is playing now… and god, how it kills me everytime I hear it. I tremble along, glassy eyed, as it builds in waves. So beautiful, so bitterweet—this is a lovelorn, wounded, love-lost song. I feel lucky not to have such a scar as this in my own life, but am so grateful to music that can pierce me to the core.
When Your Mind’s Made Up
♫ http://blip.fm/~2i0ix
Lies
♫ http://blip.fm/~2i0qu
Say it to Me Now
♫ http://blip.fm/~2i0g2
