“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris


Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Molly



The Pogues take antidepressants? It's Sponge, it's emo, what the heck. It was a very depressed time of my life, in New York City, and this thing was tugging at my heartstrings somehow. The album it's on is very badly named Rotting Piñata. Nevertheless, there is a strong interpretation of Robert Frost on there. And I'm a sucker for a good bridge: “Molly” has one. And excellent use of the major scale, which as Tchaikovsky showed us, is the only real way to fly. Baroque musicians considered the major scale to be the sad one. It shows here.

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