My fiance and I listened to Dark Side of the Moon last night before bed.
I first bought that album when I was 16.
It really is a magical album.
I can’t decide on whether it feels this way because it reminds me of breaking away from youth, or because of its overall artistry– a certain lull that moves from song to song with a quiet sense of alchemy.
Probably all of the above.
I am not a hippie witch. But still–
I’m pretty sure I’m not a grownup.
It felt great to read in bed and listen to the record on the player.
It took my record player several minutes to warm up, so there was a momentary worry that maybe it was broken. At first there was just a crackle. Then, the sound sort of slowly picked up pace, warped into regular motion, and it was so soothing: the world or wormhole just woke up.
I had an embarrassing thought– I wish I had recorded Dark Side of the Moon.
HA! I feel like everyone thinks this. I don’t even play an instrument.
But, I like the idea of just making something emotional with sound.
I’ve never really thought about that before.
I am going to research this more and share my discoveries tomorrow.
Revising Loneliness 