oh, i've got a case of the mondays you wouldn't believe Bob...
I've been listening to my vinyl collection (while simultaneously getting good and drunk out of sheer boredom) for the last few hours and i just put on The Avalanches, only to find that the first track is in the same key that my wine glasses sound at when empty.
For the stoners in the audience and those of you who have not spent months of your life in a recording studio let me tell you, in all likelihood this was not by design. Everyone involved in the making of Since I Left You was too busy with things genuinely essential to the creation of it to worry about whether or not the title track resonated in sympathy with wine glasses. However... this does speak directly to my obsession with records.
A truly great record (which The Avalanches' Since I Left You is, without question in my mind) does things like that; it talks about body language just as the blond across the room shoots you a glance, it suddenly goes quiet when there's a knock on the door, it works, enmeshed in the greater forces of the universe, on levels which its creators hardly plan for and barely understand.
Why?
I don't know. I suspect it has something to do with the apparent wave-structure of both the universe (see any quantum physics primer for clarification) and music itself. But when dealing with forces of this magnitude it is impossible to know.
For the stoners in the audience and those of you who have not spent months of your life in a recording studio let me tell you, in all likelihood this was not by design. Everyone involved in the making of Since I Left You was too busy with things genuinely essential to the creation of it to worry about whether or not the title track resonated in sympathy with wine glasses. However... this does speak directly to my obsession with records.
A truly great record (which The Avalanches' Since I Left You is, without question in my mind) does things like that; it talks about body language just as the blond across the room shoots you a glance, it suddenly goes quiet when there's a knock on the door, it works, enmeshed in the greater forces of the universe, on levels which its creators hardly plan for and barely understand.
Why?
I don't know. I suspect it has something to do with the apparent wave-structure of both the universe (see any quantum physics primer for clarification) and music itself. But when dealing with forces of this magnitude it is impossible to know.
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