my mind comes apart reviewing "in the aeroplane over the sea"

i've been trying to write a piece on this album since i started this site...jesus christ i love you....it's difficult.

there are few albums like it. there is nothing like it. i heard it described as a "psychedelic" album once. i guess that's right. but in the best sense of the word. it's an album that takes you to another place, another reality...where every movement is pure grace...where every graceful moment is countered by brute force...when you were young you were the king of carrot flowers...what did you think of? i thought of myself in third grade instantly. i don't know why...

i've noticed that every song is in the same key. most of them use them same chords, just configured differently. these are the insights i have that others find useless. it's fascinating. did he do it on purpose? was it his master plan? how the notes all bend, unreachable...

sometimes his voice intertwines with a trumpet line and it's hard to tell what's what. his voice...i don't know how tape can hold it...can never see him sing live, my heart would break..how strange it is to be anything at all...

two headed boy. the album is populated with freaks. i hear it's a concept album based on anne frank but i only hear that in holland, 1945. oh my god. holland, 1945. the world looks better from the star that's right above from where you are. can i let you in on a secret? i can't listen to that line without crying. don't tell the cool kids. it kills me. can you imagine writing that? i've wanted to but never could. i'm so jealous. that's how i know i love an album. i find myself totally jealous of it's creator. they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine...

is it rock? it is, kind of. it's kind of like folk art. like music played by people who don't really know what they're doing. they're doing it to feel better. and that's why it's so beautiful.

when i was a kid there was a song they played in church that my grandmother really loves. this album makes me think of my grandmother and that song. i love my grandmother and that song and i miss them both.

what is it about a trumpet?

and can we take a minute to look at the cover? isn't it something?

there are ghosts. alive and well. reincarnated as little boys in spain. communist daughters. semen staining mountaintops. saws and feedback. acoustic guitars bursting microphones.

when i think of "psychedelic" it think of hippie bullshit. and delay pedals. there is none of that hear. here. some terrible scene that was doing her thing on your chest. oh comely. a song with a full orchestra. a man and his guitar. standing next to me. only my enemy. i'll crush him with everything i own.

robert schneider produced this. he's a genius. i think it's done on a 8-track. like sgt. pepper. except that this album stands the test of time. i can't compare it to anything. it's got familiar element...a guitar...bass...drums...keyboard...saw?....saw, like a violin. but i think it would all work acapella...da da da...the way the da lingers...will she remember me? 50 years later? know all your enemies. we know who are enemies are. ok, i'm starting to get the anne frank thing. than it's like an opera with voice and trumpet.

and saw.

and the ghost makes another appearance.

oh comely was a really long song, but it's like time travel.

vaudeville is an influence.

the distorted guitar is like an alarm clock. an alarm clock of wind chimes. it's all an album lenght...wait...she was born in a bottle rocket...what? 1929?

greatest drummer ever. strong and subtle. and god damn! that trumpet!

dee dee deee dee dee dee dee...a saw sounds a little like a ghost. or what i imagine a ghost sounds like. sometimes i don't believe in people, only ghosts..

10.

there are sounds i can't identify. a bagpipe run through a fuzzbox? a bigmuffpipe? but i think it's playing words. something about the folly of existence. about not putting to much meaning into anything you do. about...about... i lost it.

the two headed boy is back. world weary now. escaped from his jar and heartbroken. but don't hate her when she gets up to leave.

that's the only line you need to remember from this album.

god is a place where some holy spectacle lies.

that to.