The wind has been blowing since late last night. I don't see things swaying and flying, in the crazy air that won't stop moving around becouse I'm too lazy to go outside or just open the blinds in my room. I'm also too lazy to create a long, fairly focused post about something in particular, so I decided to relax, and listen to the wind that plays outside my house, and a bit of YouTube music that plays on my computer.
I'll start with this old photograph that conveys the windy atmosphere through the waves and foam frozen in time, and then continue with the music suggested by the wind.
When I first heard this thing as a kid, probably on the radio, I always felt uplifted and kinda crazy in a good way while listening to it. I remember jumping on the couch with the jacket spread to resemble the wings of a bat or those things that flying squirrels have. Sometimes I used to tuck one end of a scarf in my pants so the rest of that scarf was like the tail of a flying squirrel. Flying squirrels were for me back then more cool and powerful than Superman and Batman together. That was in the last years of the seventies, I was very small. On those occasions, I had Silver Machine in mind.
Later in life, stoned & careless, I used to spin around to this song, spin around until I fell on the ground.
Nowadays, I don't do either of those things, but I feel a strong cosmic wind through that song, and I feel good.
Only recently, in the YouTube era, I listened to the entire albums from the band and found more songs to like and more music to fly with. Back then, in the times I was talking about, Hawkwind was only Silver Machine to me.
This album, for example, gives me that mesmerizing windy sensation that I loved so much as a kid, from the start to the end.
I like many songs with the wind in the title too, but that's another story, this one is about the music that delivers the wind.
I heard this thing on the TV the first time. I was very small and it scared the shit out of me. But it fascinated me at the same time. I adore this scene, it evokes strong confused feelings and that's mostly becouse of the music. It feels like a foreboding, alien wind blowing through my skull while I'm long dead, reduced to washed-out bones but still somehow present in the world. 😃 Not many things can make me feel that way.
I could find more music that suits the theme of this post, but I don't want the post to be too good. It all started as a relaxation from blogging, and to make it stay that way, I'll have to cut it here - THE END.
OK, I reconsidered. But just one more, and then Game Over.
The album this song is part of was released in 1997. A few years later I came across it in a small CD store in Pula, the nearest city to the place where I live.
Didn't know how the music sounded, but I liked the long and weird title - The Mysterious Tale of How I Shouted "Wrong-Eyed Jesus" - so I bought it.
I love the album, I think Jim White is a unique singer-songwriter, and this is my second favorite song on that album. The last third of the song can deliver a chilly wind into your room.
In the following YouTube video ...
... you can hear my favorite song from The Mysterious Tale of How I Shouted "Wrong-Eyed Jesus"
AND THAT'S IT. FOURTEEN HOURS HAVE PASSED FROM THE PUBLISHING OF MY LAST POST, IT'S ABOUT THE TIME TO SPITT OUT ANOTHER ONE. AS ALWAYS HERE ON HIVE, THE ONLY PHOTOGRAPH IN TODAY'S POST IS MY WORK.