elan, that voice from the future

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how is it to see someone sing
cannot their music show you who they are



feel so blessed when dark shadows of figures appear through glistening melodies.
who belongs to this voice? how does this man move when he sings? .wait years.
how treasurable a face may become to you in seeing them strain there on stage. for beauty, harmony, dance, and song.
then sew ornate melodies into the curtains of our minds. feel the seams become loved, worn, tattered, and resown. as a bulb through a shade, all beautiful patterns are shown, and likewise show the light . .how to sing out. .

early light was landed here first. broadcast ov'r the entire isle.
anxious dancing, well practiced in bedrooms and small halls, thrust on to a television screen while half-hearted attendees onlook.
no matter, when movement and music carry far more confidence than appearance ever can.

europa

heavens above

an ice world

a small servant satellite
an old moon

oceans below

century

call out colours a child would see
shiver, hold the broach of your mothers mother.
stare into the life of an earthbound man
see how their worlds know eachother.

similar to nowhere you've come ashore.
alike all that has come before.

spill strange scenes oversea.
brought down dreams in these places
well-traveled roads
in spell gathered spaces.

space is the place.
sleeping beauty is 75 magical minutes.
haircut 100 is dance neverending.

sometimes, something happens when you hear a song 100 times.
it can be very damaging to your view of the song, and can even change the way you are able to hear the song, musically, emotionally, or otherwise. a song you have heard many times as a young person in passing on the radio, may simply wash over you as another tiny gem in a pool of a hundred others. we become saturated with melodies that slowly carve canyons into our mind, growing old and traveled.

salvation from this path often comes through a motion picture soundtrack.
here, the song is pulled from the sleepy pool of radiobound songs and placed in a wonderful new world of movement and purpose which may even serve to layer the emotion found in the song with new meaning afforded by its position in a film.

as a side note, i believe this is the reason soundtracks and music videos are so popular, especially with women, as they are much more emotionally conscious by nature.

but how can we account for a single song which has tunneled through years of airplay, surfacing in every successive decade, and understand it it's origins: the husband and wife who birthed it, the stunning women who performed it, the evil genius who brought them all together, and see them as one collective who somehow pushed this record towards the light of everlasting popularity.

the dozens of girls screaming in an audience may not have understood they were witnessing history, but their unending cries reflect the joy, excitement, and freedom, that a pivotal moment like this could elicit.
brian wilson called it the greatest pop song ever recorded.


how wonderful this preservation of a performance. a gift given to music.
a glimmer of beauty which seeped from the year 1963.
left to us for all time.
the vocals are live, the band roars over the crowd, and veronica bennett moves like she's the queen of the nile.


i believe this song may be a miracle.

mister lonely. nov. 18. 2008.