Sunday, 17 January 2010
OF ABSENCE
http://www.myspace.com/ofabsence
RE-ENTRY
http://www.myspace.com/reentry
This band likes to play music, drink booze and smoke weed. With their sound ever changing, and the musicianship ever improving, this machine will always remain an unstoppable force.... STAY THIRSTY MY FRIENDS!!
FREEDOM IN FEAR
http://www.myspace.com/freedominfear
About Freedom in Fear
One day a moment will come, maybe
in a month, maybe a year, maybe even
several years. You'll be sick or feeling
troubled or deeply in love or quietly
uncertain or even content for the first
time in your life. It won't matter.
Out of the blue, beyond any cause you
can trace, you'll suddenly realize things
are not how you perceived them to be at
all. For some reason, you will no longer
be the person you believed you once were.
You'll detect slow and subtle shifts goin
on all around you, more importantly shifts
in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always
been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts,
a vast shimmer, only dark like a room.
But you won't understand why or how.
You'll have forgotten what granted you this
awareness in the first place.
Old shelters-television, magazines, movies-
won't protect you anymore. You might try
scribbling in a journal, or on a napkin.
That's when you'll discover you no longer
trust the very walls you always took for
granted. Even the hallways you've walked a
hundred times will feel longer, much longer,
and the shadows, any shadow at all, will
suddenly seem deeper, much, much deeper.
You might try then, as we all do, to find a sky
so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no
sky can blind you now. Even with all that
iridescent magic up there, your eye will no
longer trace constellations. You'll care only
about the darkness and you'll watch it for
hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying
in vain to believe you're some kind of
indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as
if just by looking you could actually keep it all
at bay. It will get so bad you'll be afraid to look
away, you'll be afraid to sleep.
Then no matter where you are, in a crowded
restaurant or on some desolate street or even in
the comforts of your own home, you'll watch
yourself dismantle every assurance you ever
lived by. You'll stand aside as a great
complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by
piece, all of your carefully conceived denials,
whether deliberate or unconscious. And then
for better of worse you'll turn, unable to resist,
though try to resist you still will, fighting with
everything you've got not to face the thing you
most dread, what is now, what will be, what has
always come before, the creature you truly are,
the creature we all are, buried in the nameless
black of a name.
(Our Freedom in Fear.)
Taken from "House of Leaves" written by Mark Z. Danielewski