I had such a stressful drive home Friday, trying to beat Friday Boston traffic for 3pm school pickup. I was late before the highway-blocking accident 10 minutes from school, it sucked. At least school didn’t yell at me, I sure wasn’t in the mood for that.
I was so aggravated by the time I got home. I jumped right back online, since I still had my workday to finish and something told me to check the http://50footwave.cashmusic.org. Free Fall was up. I really needed it then.
I would’ve preferred to hear it when I was not half pissed off, but it did get me out of my funk although it took me a bit longer to feel it.
I really felt like I needed an afro the first couple of times I heard this, the grooviness popped out at me. Now I don’t focus on that so much anymore. It’s big. It’s beautiful. I love the lyrical quotes. The killer drums. The screaming guitar. The grooooooovy bass. It’s so strong. If songs were bones, Free Fall would be a femur.
These 50FOOTWAVE songs are so SMRT. (like that?) I love their brains and their complexity, my brain loves this, the structure, the precision. The perfection. I love how these first 3 songs have had such distinct personalities. They keep me thinking.
I’m so overwhelmed by Free Fall. It must seem like I’m ALWAYS overwhelmed. With Kristin’s music, I am.
Our delicate trauma.