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03/06/2011 17:34:23

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Frodus - 6/99

Really perfect bodies of work involve history and struggle. They suffer within themselves. When you receive and experience them they activate something inside you that send shivers down your spine and excite you in ways you probably haven’t felt in years. They involve more than just technical ability and - we’ll make this strictly about music for now - they’re always something that leaves the artist feeling dead afterward while standing listening to this sonic eviscerate; when the whole ordeal is over with wounds still open the artist is asked to kindly collect themselves and walk away because we all have lives to get on with. Every time.

Then there’s the long-lasting damage. Bands break up. Songs aren’t played live. Unrealistic demands are given focus in spite of generosity. Things break. People quit and distance themselves. Nothing gold can stay. I close my eyes.

I can count the number of albums that affect me physically on one hand. Only two of them are by bands that are still together, one of which has changed members (due to personal circumstance) enough times that they should hardly be considered the same entity. They aren’t the band that wrote that album, they just have the same name.

But time effects people. I can’t think of a single person who doesn’t in one way or another laugh at who they were five years ago.

Almost a year since this song had final closure — the loved ones this is particularly about passing. I don’t want to again be who/where I was when that song was written in 1999. Being here now… weapons washed in the sea… a new entity… a soundlab only on occasion when the doors are closed and the old energy is summoned up if the fates see fit.

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