Broken Glass

It is a pleasure to submit to you for your comments, #2 on Contagion. Not my favorite, but somewhat landmark in my catalog, Broken Glass was borne out of two things. Like during almost all of Contagion, primarily I was living in a new state of feeling utterly lost and betrayed. I wanted somehow to express this feeling of betrayal, but to simply say it like it is felt entirely too vulnerable. So I wrote a "screenplay" of sorts in my mind which described the situation in a way that was unreal but representative. The other thing going on was I was taking a lot of art classes and we were talking about impressionism and what not and I ended up with a motivation to apply that to my music. I really didn't know if "impressionistic music" was something that was a recognized thing, I just thought it sounded like a cool idea. I guess all music is impressionistic in many big ways but with this song I really tried to exemplify what that meant to me in the moment. I was interested in using dissonance, but not exclusively. Really it was about opening up the doors and not having any boundaries. Could I create a song that didn't intentionally follow any "rules" but focused more on the feeling, the impression, given. These feelings are in the end influenced by unwritten rules of culture and experience, so no, the rules don't just go away. But emotion is an elusive thing. It's more like the colorful rainbow of oil on water. Explainable but inexplicable. Different in a living fractaline way. What would betrayal sound like? What does feeling lost sound like? What words might you string together, not as an english construct in a formal sentence, not requiring their meaning to have a conscious purpose, but just letting them fall out and make whatever mental and emotional impression they make, and could they then evoke a meaning that is somewhat clear from a distance, if not from immediately near. I don't know how conscious this all was on my part. I did have such an ambition but yet I was in fact a lost soul, swimming in my own enigmatic nothingness. The images and sounds that pervaded my consciousness were as real to me in the moment as the work I was creating. And when it was all done, I had simply what we have here. I hope it is worth something I truly do. I am not sure if I could claim real influences, but I remember Pink Floyd being somehow influential. I doubt you will feel I earned any right to say that.

I guess there are people who may mistake this all for being higher minded than it is. I'm kind of like that. I don't fit quite where you'd expect me to fit. If you knew me well enough I hope you could respect what it all means. But how far you get is up to you as much as anything in the world is. I do appreciate your time, thanks much for listening.

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watching as the long black stocking feet
silk through middle space
shy this batted eye before
down
slanders up beside me here
hoping ember up my eyes
wonder will you feel it real
out
coffered slapstick silly line
devil on it's face
trust this partly purified
man
sift sand and lives and laughing tears
time is running out
not the first to wonder if to them
it's me that's mad

it's all over now
i'm nothing
lying on the ground as broken glass
reflect through my life spinning
seven years down
it's all over
now i'm nothing
lying on the ground as broken glass
reflect through my eyes spinning
seven years gone

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