Wednesday, October 25, 2006
I came up with this idea recently and so i challenged a few friends to try it with me. The album of choice (one of my favorites of the year thus far) was Mew - And the Glass Handed Kites. Mew is a dannish band that i am simply falling in love with.
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Below is word for word what i wrote... what came to mind as I listened. what came to be 57 minutes and 14 tracks later sort of amazed me... the whole process did. Not that i have written something spectacular - but to see how the creative juices flowed... to see how things came full circle. I hope it makes sense. I hope you take the time to read - and eventually listen to a great album. If you are willing to try the same technique - with an album of your choosing - I'd love to read what came of it.
Thanks - tim
Mew – And the Glass Handed Kites
NOTES TAKEN WHILE LISTENING TO MEW.
10.16.06 / 3:46pm
TRACK ONE: Circuitry of the Wolf
A man is trapped… on the run… from what? Himself? His past? Silent followers? He hides in an abandoned building. Upon entering the abandoned place he is opened up to a whole different reality… a different world.
TRACK TWO: Chinaberry Tree
Man thinks about love… his first love… being vulnerable to love…towards his lover.
“tears out for the world to see”
He ponders love maybe lost? Sitting in the corner, graffiti, concrete and wood beams surround him.
[(2:10-3:33) instrumental part of song] 360 degree pan around this man… looking towards the sky… towards the ceiling. What kind of love completes a man? Fills his heart?
TRACK THREE: Why Are you Looking So Grave?
We Are all hiding something. These hidden things in secret places, if not ever revealed traps man… leads to a death of us from inside out. Freedom is desired. Life lived is life freed. Our mouths + eyes hide joy. Joy that we struggle to find.
Only love can bring about that freedom. At the heart of the matter love is desired… Some of us feel like love is not available to us.
TRACK FOUR: Fox Club
TRACK FIVE: Apocalypso
What are we striving to figure out?
Jesus’ parables ask lots of questions… he generally answered questions with more questions.
Are our pasts so black, so dirty + cold that we are unable to feel love? Why do w feel the way that we do? Why some + not others?
This blackness does not have to lead to death.
“We will not die. Our days are multiplied.”
“Care-lines – what are your stories all about?”
The stories of Jesus are still being talked about. Why? What compels man? We are drawn to Him. His stories, even though they ask more questions – they brought about a feeling of overcoming!
Truth was found in his stories.
TRACK SIX: SPECIAL
In the eyes of God – am I special?
Man walks streets alone. Behind him… following him is that one person – that special one. We can’t take back words… sticks and stones… blah blah blah. Hogwash. Words hurt.
The words of hurt spoken forth by the man have hurt the woman who is following him.
Why the hurtful words? To prove a point? To prove he’s right?
“I know what you said to me… and I don’t care.”
Forgiveness is on the horizon?
TRACK SEVEN: THE ZOOKEEPERS BOY
“Are you my lady?”
A young boy swims on a swing. Playing make believe in the backyard.
The joy of a child at play. [knowledge is creativity to an 8 year old boy]
Darkness + rain are on the horizon. Rain brings an end to play…
Like an ostrich – boy has his head in the sand. He doesn’t care about the rain. The joy and happiness… pure delight…
Thank you God for play. May you delight in our play. May it bring you glory.
TRACK EIGHT: A DARK DESIGN
Relax. Unwind. Rest.
Are some in love with their sickness? Their self-destruction?
Alone on the inside. She cuts. She hides amidst the sickness that invades her being. The sickness has become norm… comfortable… She is used to the pain. She cannot live without it. People love her maladies.
TRACK NINE: SAVIOURS OF JAZZ BALLET
Hollow hearts. Empty. We worship her sin / sickness…
Yet our hearts are empty. Something is missing.
TRACK TEN: AN ENVOY TO THE OPEN FIELDS
Malady. Seen by one and all. She is us. She is him. The man in the corner… much like the woman in the spotlight. Both empty inside. One hidden (man) / one exposed (She)
They feel as though they have nothing in common.
Empty. Missing. We are all on this journey, apart from God – we are nothing. Nothing satisfies. Nothing is truth. No hope. Desperation. We are dying. BRING US BACK TO LIFE.
TRACK ELEVEN: SMALL AMBULANCE
Our Savior? Is He near?
TRACK TWELVE: THE SEETHING RAIN WEEPS FOR YOU
What if God himself weeps real tears of rain? Tears from heaven… for us. Tears shed for us?
His heart is breaking for us.
If given a choice to re-live life – how many would run into God sooner? His arms spread out across the horizon… open… spread out across the Cross.
Salvation is near.
As time goes by, Darkness gives way to light. Days go by.
Light is ahead.
TRACK THIRTEEN: WHITE LIPS KISSED
Has death come to soon? Or is it a period of uninterrupted sleep? A nightmare. Am I on the list? Have I been chosen? Have I missed out because I did not choose?
She feels no hope…
He (the man) hides… no expectation… failure doesn’t hurt as much then.
She is afraid to fall so she does not climb.
The soul is wounded. Malady. Unrepairable.
The important things (or that which one thinks is important) leaves us all cold. Warmth of the soul is found only through the sacrifice of the One.
The man is hidden… running away… he lets go of love for good (or so it would seem)
Man + she (hand in hand no more).
He has pulled away.
The stain of his heart will not go away. He can not live with the shame.
Cold air of winter matches his cold heart.
TRACK FOURTEEN: LOUISE LOUISA
Is hope on the horizon? Truth is at arms length. Realization.
Sometimes hitting rock bottom is needed before you can move along.
One’s heart can’t be filled by true love – true love from above – until out heart is broken and spilled out; exposed. The bad, the ugly, the shame… spilled out on the floor... for all to see.
She is realizing.
Hope is near.
“Dig yourself out of the rubble.” The man pulls himself out of the miry pit. (Ps. 40) His dirty clothes are shed like a snakes skin. Darkness gives way to light. No sorrow is desired.
The journey of 1000 miles begins with one step. Forward.
Hands reunited. Walking together as New creations. New beings.
They have found / are finding a new way to be human. No more Alone.
Realization that the One is with them. Not knowing where they are going. None the less, moving forward.