The song We Live In Trenches from our band #366: A life lived will be featured on upcoming release Deathdigger Disco by Dödsdans Rekords, a triple cassette box in late June.
Read more about it here: http://dodsdansrekords.se/news
We’ve been working on songs for a year now. This is the first tiny release from us, a demo. We’re called #366: A life lived. We’re on Facebook here facebook.com/366alifelived. Visit our ReverbNation page at reverbnation.com/366alifelived.
It’s hard to hear much, the sound of life is so loud. Society street runs close and noisy in front of us, like a tv with full frequency range, without a remote.
We step out on the rational sidewalk, lit with endlessly blinking and clanking machines. Middleway traffic’s so heavy you can’t see the opposite side, but that’s where we want to go. Red lights, pushing people and coughing, grinding vehicles makes it a frightening struggle to cross, but we push back and press on.
On the emotional sidewalk it’s worryingly silent and dark. It used to bathe in the comforting music of a good life lived, like the friendly humming of a dishwasher left going over night. But only the hollow echo of random opposite-side merchandize leaks through, trashing its sterile sound bleeps between the abandoned houses. I notice cracks in the paving stone where the old bands used to play.
We kickstart a dead street lamp and gather around the light. The new shadows reduce our visibility and grows the pavement cracks larger. A moving, low frequency rumble starts to roll from a cross street. It’s out of our sight but in our control. It’s not much but we can work with it. We have bad memories. We are not perfect. But we have sound experience. We have train wrecks of emotional loops that can be sampled and put in a logical sequencential railway.
It will make sense. We owe that much to our sidewalk and the humming dishwasher.
We're so close
And the shell's so thin
But the splitting and the grinding
Keeps us whipping up the grin
From across the shining street
There's a perfect line of stares
Filled with winding steps of faith
And a blinding gaze of doubt
It's so clear
The breaking, stopping sound
The impossible distraction
The accelerating ground
Listening to the hill
I heard the wind was good
To men and women still
The difference was unloud
I really never thought
To begin again
A living left unsaid
And a dying to be told
It's so clear
The breaking, stopping sound
The impossible distraction
The accelerating ground
Ridley Scott stödjer Blu-ray och jag håller med.
/…Short of that, the technically sophisticated Blu-ray disc, of which I’ve been a supporter since its inception, is the closest we’ve come to replicating the best theatrical viewing experience I’ve ever seen. It allows us to present in a person’s living room films in their original form with proper colors, aspect ratio, sound quality, and, perhaps most importantly, startling clarity.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ridley-scott/film-viewing-blu-ray_b_1132350.html
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