I woke up early. I listened to a record by The Delgados on my stereo while I had my breakfast. Now I'm listening to another on my television while I prepare for work.
'Hate is all you need apparently' According to the song I'm listening to. The Delgados are anything but Hateful. Quite the contrary. They're novelistic. Detailed. A Scottish Indie band from the Nineties and the early part of the Millennium who never quite got their due.
But those for the likes of me are the important ones. Love, The Velvet Underground. The Modern Lovers, Telvevision, Subway Sect, Wire, Cornershop, Stereolab, My tribe. The bands that could easily have been authors. Now there's a good name for a band. I imagine it's been taken.
There are moments on Hate where the emotional horizons expand. Where the flowers bloom and the trees burst into blossom. Where the sheer accumulation of attention to detail bears small harvests and d youmomentarily feel like you're listening to the best record ever made and you want to tell the world even if you suspect that nobody might be listening. So you continue with your day. That's what art is for/
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