If you are curious, you have to sit and see what happens. You have to wait on the beach until it gets cold, and you have to invest in a glass-bottomed boat, which is more expensive than a fishing rod, and puts you in the path of the elements. The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home.
It’d been a little while since I listened to this album but I was reminded of it and I put it back on the ol’ iPhone last night and listened to “Bros” on the train to work this morning and holy mother do I still love it. This popped into my head today: “If someone asked me to name my favorite single song of the last 10 years, this would be it.” Now I could sit down and puzzle through a list and easily find that I was wrong, that there are in fact a lot of songs from the last 10 years that I like better. But Iam pretty sure that I would have a hard time finding a song during that period that, for me, almost serves as a drug. Not in the psychedelic sense, like it’s a trip or whatever, I’m thinking more of drugs legal and illegal that serve to elevate your mood, to take you from feeling bad or OK to feeling great in a very short period of time. I listened to this on the train at the end of a difficult week where I wasn’t feeling very well and it was like a switch went off and all of a sudden I could see things being better. And it’s not because the song scans as “happy” though I can see how it could; I hear tension and anxiety and darkness and fear in this, also, but what really gets me is that it feels like an embrace. Like the way through it all is ultimately warmth and engagement and connection and compassion. And it make me want to embrace everything right back—love and hate and life and death and beauty and ugliness, all of it.
Good on a cold November morning when all you can think about is summer.
think it’s probably impossible to convey what a good Hipgnosis sleeve felt like to a music-obsessed child in the pre-internet age. they undersold: there were powerful images and a paucity of extraneous information, always. you couldn’t ask them “why is the man on fire?” you just had to accept that the businessman-lookin’ dude was on fire, on a soundstage or in a business park or wherever, and he was shaking hands with a dude who didn’t seem to understand that the other dude was on fire, and that the accompanying text was wish you were here
"less is more" is a cliché, but "the information you hold back grows larger in the unlocatable dark" isn’t, and Hipgnosis knew this
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year…