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2013-06-17 11:01:57 +0700
Jan 14, 2010
her pockets [tcs remx]
2011-09-13 13:09:33 +0700
her pockets [tcs remx]
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i can't believe i totally missed this wonderful poem from tori...
oh, i think my heart just died a little. i just wrote the longest most heartfelt comment to you & hitrecord ate it. now i'm going to have to try & reconstruct... apologies for the frankenstein comment to follow, as nothing ever flows as good on the second attempt...
first of all, there was an apology for my late reply! i've been sick all week, trying to shake off some horrible migraine/virus in a dark dark room, but i'm so so sorry i didn't get on here sooner to write you a reply. i listened to this earlier in the week, but couldn't form the right words to thank you & really show you how wonderful i think this is.
i've spent the week hearing this playing in my head, finding it oh so beautiful and oh so eerie in the best way. the tempo of this, the vibe, it's one step closer to upbeat than i would ever have pictured it. for a moment, it caught me off guard, but then it painted this really great image in my head that i couldn't shake. it's like 'her pockets' is this story that a town can't shake, an urban legend or a true story that has been romanticised over time, it's a small community & people are still mulling over what happened to the girl. but over time, the people have stopped feeling emotionally attached to the story, it no longer feels like it happened to their neighbour or school friend or the quiet kid from church. they discuss lists, lists of things she had, lists of things the coroner's found, it's idle gossip in some ways. then, finally, the last line of the song hits... the outro has this sadness kick in, like when they deliver the content of the note they remember their personal connection to the girl, to the story, they feel the wind knocked out of them.
it may just be my fevery delirious imagination but i can see a video for the song too. black & white, set in an old town, all the people mouth the words along to the lyrics, old ladies discussing it in the supermarket, kids excitedly talking about it in the schoolyard, old men on buses, mums on a bench at the play park watching their little kids play on the climbing frame. everyone is talking about the girl, then one of them speaks the last line and everyone is jolted back into feeling something, there's a collective moment of stunned silence as the song fades.
i wish i had the means to make the video!
thank you for finding a melody in my poem & for always taking my heart by surprise with your music.
2011-09-17 05:14:40 +0700
So good, dude.
2011-09-13 22:51:08 +0700
amazing! i love that you can take beautiful text records and make them into incredible songs! bravo, as always, jeremy! <33
2011-09-13 13:20:23 +0700
This is fantastic. <3
2011-09-13 13:17:22 +0700
Dude so good. Love your vocal melody in this one.
2011-09-13 13:16:51 +0700
Awesome little background synthy stuff. Awesome track.
2011-09-13 13:13:11 +0700
The Morning Hollows