Comments on: To Here Knows When http://peterbeyer.com/2009/02/19/to-here-knows-when/ Mimicry of the Eternal Meow Mon, 26 Jul 2010 07:52:12 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 By: Peter Beyer http://peterbeyer.com/2009/02/19/to-here-knows-when/comment-page-1/#comment-16 Peter Beyer Sun, 22 Feb 2009 21:06:27 +0000 http://peterbeyer.com/?p=45#comment-16 An apartment on Thompson Street? Sounds like a dream right there. My surroundings weren't nearly so glamorous. I did see MBV live a few times and witnessed that 15-minute jet engine insanity in the middle of You Made Me Realise. People now say they heard little jingly melodies emerge, and Kevin Shields swears it was an audial illusion... I just remember pain. If anyone feels like one Loveless wasn't enough for one lonely world (I am of this opinion), and doesn't get all bothered by bands that so clearly owe a debt to another, I recommend checking out the Fleeting Joys' Transpondent Desponder. It really is Loveless part 2. An apartment on Thompson Street? Sounds like a dream right there. My surroundings weren’t nearly so glamorous. I did see MBV live a few times and witnessed that 15-minute jet engine insanity in the middle of You Made Me Realise. People now say they heard little jingly melodies emerge, and Kevin Shields swears it was an audial illusion… I just remember pain.

If anyone feels like one Loveless wasn’t enough for one lonely world (I am of this opinion), and doesn’t get all bothered by bands that so clearly owe a debt to another, I recommend checking out the Fleeting Joys’ Transpondent Desponder. It really is Loveless part 2.

]]> By: Anton Sword http://peterbeyer.com/2009/02/19/to-here-knows-when/comment-page-1/#comment-12 Anton Sword Sun, 22 Feb 2009 20:41:26 +0000 http://peterbeyer.com/?p=45#comment-12 This is the best description I know of this time and music. An impenetrable but loving enveloping canvas, like a Rothko..exactly, exactly. I sank into its embrace in a fourth-floor walkup on Thompson Street, my first apt. of my very own, and lived in those MBV albums for a year or so. Where has the love gone...? Live, of course, it was a different story altogether. So @#$%*& loudddd! This is the best description I know of this time and music. An impenetrable but loving enveloping canvas, like a Rothko..exactly, exactly. I sank into its embrace in a fourth-floor walkup on Thompson Street, my first apt. of my very own, and lived in those MBV albums for a year or so. Where has the love gone…?

Live, of course, it was a different story altogether. So @#$%*& loudddd!

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