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12.31.2011

...and at once i knew i was not magnificent


As most of you know, I live under a rock and rarely get out to see what's new in the world. Having a day off, I did wander around the innertent and stumbled over the grammy nominations for 2012. I don't listen to music much. But I decided to go and take a listen to all the songs nominated for record of the year. Here's the list:

Rolling in the Deep
Adele

Holocene
Bon Iver

Grenade
Bruno Mars

The Cave
Mumford and Sons

Firework
Katy Perry

I do love Adele and think she's fantastic. Grenade and Firework are pop music anthems that I can take or leave. I thought The Cave was interesting. But it is Bon Iver and Holocene that keeps me coming back to listen again and again. Bon Iver is up for the following 4 grammy nominations: Record of the Year, Song of the Year, Best New Artist, Best New Alternative Music Album.

I'm not sure why Holocene has captivated me. I have not a CLUE as to what the lyrics mean. (If you have any ideas, please share.) The music is haunting, one of those melodies and set of sounds and rhythms that keep repeating in your head long after the song ends. I found an interview with Justin Vernon where he talks a little about Holocene specifically:

JG: Relating to your lyrics, your song titles. I want to say they're all places. But what is "Holocene"?

JV: Yeah, yeah. Holocene. Holocene is a bar in Portland, Ore., but it's also the name of a geologic era, an epoch if you will. It's a good example of how all the songs are all meant to come together as this idea that places are times and people are places and times are... people? [Laughs.] They can all be different and the same at the same time. Most of our lives feel like these epochs. That's kind of what that song's about. "Once I knew I was not magnificent." Our lives feel like these epochs, but really we are dust in the wind. But I think there's a significance in that insignificance that I was trying to look at in that song.
from an interview with Justin Vernon, here

All I can add is that recently I have met my own insignificance and realized how un-magnificent I really am.



Lyrics:

"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me."
you're laying waste to Halloween
you fucked it friend, it's on it's head, it struck the street
you're in Milwaukee, off your feet

...and at once I knew I was not magnificent
strayed above the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles

3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
was where we learned to celebrate
automatic bought the years you'd talk for me
that night you played me ╩╗Lip Parade╩╝
not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
saying nothing, that's enough for me

...and at once I knew I was not magnificent
hulled far from the highway aisle
(jagged, vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
above my brother, I and tangled spines
we smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
now to know it in my memory:

...and at once I knew I was not magnificent
high above the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
I could see for miles, miles, miles


Happy New Year to all!
xxx

8 comments:

gz said...

and to you too xx

J Cosmo Newbery said...

"Roses are red,
Leap Years are even,
I hope 2012 brings you
Happiness you can believe in."

Awful, I know, but it is the thought that counts.

red dirt girl said...

Hugs and kisses, gz!

xxx

red dirt girl said...

Cosmo,

Not awful. And the thought is a delight. Thank you and back 'atcha.

xxx

Alberto Granados said...

Happy 2012 (or any other number). Peace and friendship all over the world.

AG

red dirt girl said...

And to you as well, AG!

xxx

goatman said...

I think they are Dylanesque lyrics but they don't rhyme.
"But don't quote me on this."

The only thing I know about Portland bars (well, St. Helens' bar) is that you can play poker in them as long as you use chips.

red dirt girl said...

thank you goatman, for sharing the dylanesque lyrics with me. and for being my friend.

xxx